This story is copyrighted by the author. All rights are reserved. This story and any portion of it may not be used or reproduced in any way or form without the express written permission of the author. If you read this story on any website other than on Literotica, it has been copied and used without the author's permission.
I googled the name of a well-known women's clothing store and was happy to see one was only 2 blocks away. When we walked in a young woman behind the check-out counter greeted us by saying they close at nine. Amy4 looked at me and said, "I need clothing that will be appropriate in a variety of settings." She didn't say anything about the clothing needing to be comfortable, or stylish or suitable for this particular season. Interesting, I thought. Amy4 immediately began walking around the store looking at the clothing with no prompting from me. I had assumed when we were walking to the store that she would probably need some direction and help from me regarding what to buy, but that assumption seemed to be faulty. She seemed to know exactly what to do. I grabbed a shopping cart and just followed her as she weaved back and forth between the aisles and racks. It didn't take her long before she had an assortment of outfits and clothing in the cart. She looked at me and said, "I believe there is a place here in which I can test these clothing articles to determine if they are appropriate for my body. Is that correct?" I responded yes, and pointed to the side of the store where the fitting rooms were. We walked over there and there were four small dressing rooms there all unoccupied. There was no store employee sitting behind the desk next to them, but there was a sign that said "If you need assistance, come to checkout".
I knew from shopping with past girlfriends that men were not allowed in the changing rooms so I sat down on a bench next to the desk. Amy4 took the clothes out of the cart and walked into one of the rooms and closed the door. Only a couple of minutes later the door opened and Amy4 stepped out. She was wearing a white crop-top with spaghetti straps and a floral pattern skirt that reached down to her mid-calf but there was a slit above the left leg that went right up to about pussy level and when she walked a very small slice of her left thigh was visible when the slit separated. Holy shit! I felt myself getting hard. She walked over to me and took my hand and turned to take me back to the dressing room. "Oh, Amy4," I said, "I can't. The store won't allow me in there with you."
She looked at me for a second or two, then she turned and took a few steps towards the checkout counter, raised her arm and waved her hand. "Hello," she said to the two women behind the counter, "Is he permitted to accompany me to the dressing room? I want his opinion on the clothing."
A young woman who looked to be a teenager looked at Amy4 and at me and then said, "Sure, it's OK" and went back to helping a woman at checkout. Amy4 took my hand and we walked to her dressing room and closed the door.
The dressing room measured about a meter and a half in both dimensions. There was a full length mirror on one wall and a bench on the opposite wall and a wall between those with a wooden bar that had six metal hooks on it and the clothing that Amy4 had chosen was hanging on the hooks. I sat down on the bench and Amy 4 turned to me and looked at me. "Do you like?" she asked. There were two indentations in the crop top where her nipples were and my eyes travelled up that slit to see a pie-shaped part of her thigh revealed by her skirt. The hard-on that had started a minute ago when I first saw her was now a full-blown erection pressing up against my jeans. Before I could respond to her question she looked down, saw the bulge in my pants and reached down to rub it. She looked in my eyes and said, "You do like" with a little smile. Then she reached down to the bottom of the crop-top and pulled it over her head and as she did her tits jiggled when they were released. Her dark nipples were prominent and pointed. She hung up the crop top then she reached around behind her and unzipped the skirt and let it fall to her feet. She was looking straight at me the entire time. She reached down, picked up the skirt and hung it up too. Her black pubic hair seemed to shine in the light. She put her hands on my shoulders and swung both her legs around mine as I was sitting there. She sat down on my lap, put her arms around my neck, looked into my eyes and then kissed me.
Whoa! I remembered the last time she kissed me it was not so impressive but this time was better, considerably better. Maybe 4 out of 10. But I had not given her any verbal feedback about her previous kisses. I had not said, do this, do that. Is it just chance, or is Amy4 learning how to kiss better? If so, this must be very powerful programming and it picks up very subtle actions for feedback. Then I forgot all about programming and feedback and just focused on this beautiful woman (droid. Droid. She's a droid.) sitting on my lap naked with her tongue in my mouth. She reached her right hand down to my crotch and started to rub my hard bulging cock beneath my jeans. Her fingers found the circular metal fastener at the top of my jeans and undid it. Then she took the zipper and pulled it down although that wasn't easy since my erection was making my jeans really tight. Next she fished through the hole in my underwear and pulled out my cock, which was now rock hard and standing straight up. She did all this while her tongue was exploring my mouth.