Like I said the summer was almost a continuous romp of nasty sex. This was the early 80s and everyone was fucking everyone without worry. There was at least one other important thing in my life that happened that summer.
A couple of days after Lynda and I had gone shopping and managed to fuck in the Macyâs dressing room, I was at the mall again looking around. I went into Macyâs and was browsing through the racks when I saw her. That sexy sales lady was helping another customer and I had a chance to just watch her. She was very pretty, a little shorter than me, short blond hair, a nice tan, a warm and friendly smile, and a slim build with very nice firm tits. I worked my way closer to her hoping she would notice me when she was done. There was something about her; I couldnât put my finger on it because while I have had sex with several women it was usually just because I was horney and needed some uncomplicated sex. I have never been really attracted to a woman like this before. For some reason I couldnât take my eyes off her and could feel my pussy getting wet just thinking about her. This had never happened before, cute hunky guysâŠmaybe, but a woman, there was just somethingâŠ..
I had gotten distracted and was looking through a rack when she had left to ring out the other customer whenâŠ. âHi, my name is Bobbi, can I help you?â
Startled, I spun around and gazed into eyes that were that deep, sea blue that most people can only get with colored contacts. â Uh⊠well⊠ok.â I was stammering, I didnât do this; guys did this around me, I didnât do it. âI was sort of just looking.â
âWell if there is anything I can do for youâŠ.â There was that smile, and I thought to myself âGod yes, there is really something you can do!â
âDid she remember?â I wondered somewhat embarrassed, but I didnât want her to leave. âDo you have this in my size?â I grabbed something, anything off the rack.
âI wouldnât have thought that was your style.â She said taking from my hand the most god-awful dress I think I have ever seen.
I mumbled something like âI have something I have to do with my parents.â MY PARENTS??? What the fuck am I sayingâŠ..get it together.
âHere, lets look around. Maybe I can help you find something.â Thank you God!!!
We wandered around while she pulled things out of the racks and held them up to me. Each time she touched me; my sopping cunt flared up and was on fire. I wasnât paying any attention at all to what she was suggesting. The next thing I knew she was leading me into the fitting room with a couple of outfits. I went in and sat down, I do not recall ever feeling something like that especially towards a woman before, I was breathing hard and my cunt was dripping wet. It took me less than a couple of seconds to have my shorts off and my fingers buried deep in my vagina before I was panting like a dog and cumming, my hand drenched with pussy juice. As I leaned back on the cool mirror while catching my breath after my body racking orgasm I looked around and realized that this was the same room where Lynda and I had fucked a couple of days before. I reached over and picked up one of the outfits. Well she had taste, this dress was fabulous. I quickly finished undressing and slipped the dress on, I looked great in this!
I wanted to look at myself in the 3-sided mirror outside and I opened the door and there she was, standing there with an even bigger smile. âSo how was it?â
Oh God she knewâŠ. It didnât bother me the other day that I thought she knew Lynda and I had had nasty hot sex in there but for some reason having her know I had just left her and had to take a minute to make myself cum from only the feel of her touch had actually embarrassed me. âUh⊠How was what?â
âThe outfits, how did they fit?â Could it be possible she didnât hear me?
She led me to the 3-sided mirror and helped me straighten the dress; I could feel the heat every time she touched me and I was lost. She was bantering on about something, the usual sales stuff until our eyes met in the mirror, âI know you, donât I,â she asked with a knowing smile.
Did she, I am sure she had to know, I knew she didâŠ. and I hoped she didnât. âI donât know, I shop in here a lot.â I could feel the flush coming up on my face.
âOk,â she smiled again, she was very casual, âlets try on the other one.â We walked back to the fitting room and I went in. âHere, I will help you with the zipperâ I almost came as the skin on my back felt the cool air and the touch of her hand as she slid the zipper down, âIf you need any more help, please let me know.â
âFUCK YES,â I thought as the door closed between us. Please come in and help meâŠ. PleaseâŠ
I took off the first dress and almost had the other one on when there was a knock. âEverything ok?â
âYes, ⊠but I could use some help with this zipperâ, I lied.
She came in closing the door behind her, and stood behind me looking over my shoulder, I couldnât take my eyes off hers in the mirror, âHere let me,â as she slid the zipper up. âI like this one even betterâ She said as she smoothed the cloth over my frame, her hand brushing across the side of my breast. I could see in the mirror, my nipples turning hard from only her light touch. I leaned back a little and felt her breasts touching my back, I needed this and was sure she did too. Standing that close I could smell her fresh clean scent, lightly perfumed and the unmistakable aroma of an aroused woman.
âMe too.â Her voice was becoming a little breathy. She had great taste; I wonder how she tastes?
âSo do you want this one?â
âYes,â I said, âand anything else you haveâ, I thought.
âOk. Lets take it off.â She pulled the zipper back down. This was it. We stared into each others eyes as she pulled it down.
âIs this really happening?â I thought. I felt the zipper moving down my back, and as she did it our eyes locked in the mirror in front of me. Once the zipper was all the way down, her hands slid under the shoulders of the dress sliding over my bare skin pushing the dress forward off them. Her hands sliding gently over my shoulders and down the front of my arms, softly caressing my hot skin as she moved her hands. Our eyes never left each otherâs. As my naked breasts came into view I saw in the mirror her eyes move from mine down to them and my eyes followed. My nipples were standing at full attention, hard little pink nubs begging for a touch. They didnât have to wait long as her fingers moved in and pinched both nipples at the same time, if she didnât have her arms around me I might have fallen to the ground as my knees got wobbly, I swore I almost came right there.
I quickly turned around as the dress fell to the floor, I was now standing there totally nude except for the dress around my shoes. I reached my arms around her neck and our lips met. I will always remember that first kiss, the first time I kissed the person I would spend most of the rest of my life with. The coarse fabric of her work outfit rubbing my overly tender nipples, the taste of a womanâs lips with lipstick, her scent filling my nose and soon... her fingers tenderly caressing the silky wet skin between my legs. My knees almost buckled as her fingers slid between the soft folds of my soaking cunt and slipped along the sides of the hard little nub of my clit. I needed this⊠bad⊠I closed my eyes and gave myself over to her fingers as I was about to cum againâŠ
âWait,â she said, âI canât do this.â I have heard those words too often recently. âI could get into real trouble and I need this job. You are beautiful and I want this but we canât, not now.â Her lips brushed mine again.
I know I whimpered a little and squeezed my thighs together to hold her hand between my legs a little longer, but I did understand. I was standing there totally nude with someone I desired more than I had anyone else I had in my life but I knew, for her, we had to stop. âCan I see you sometime?â
â I get off in about an hour, I will meet you in the food court at Starbucks.â She gave my lips another quick kiss and ran her fingers one time more through the wet folds of my labia dipping one finger inside me a little, before she slipped out of the dressing room.
As I left she was nowhere I could see, so I had to check out with another cashier. I asked if she had seen Bobbi and was told she that she had taken a break. I walked out and wondered around the mall for what was the longest hour I could remember.