“I need some new dresses,” she explained to me as she led me through the store, picking some things out.
“Didn’t you just shop with my mom?”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t need a few more things, I’ve got a job now,” she said. “I can’t go around in shorts and tank tops.”
“You’d be popular with the students,” I joked.
“Gross,” she teased back. She headed to the back and spoke with the young woman working the store. It was early, and the store was deserted, and she looked at me once and continued talking to Jen. The shop girl was about my age, maybe a year or two older, with frizzy hair and round wireframe glasses. They spoke in hushed tones and the girl’s eyes darted to the door and then back to me. Jen waved me over, and led me into the dressing room.
“Um, should I be in here?” I asked.
“I told her you’re my boyfriend,” she said. “And asked her to let you come in so I could get your opinion.”
“And she let you?” I said.
Jen grinned and slipped off her dress, kicking off her sandals. She was naked, standing in front of me, trying to figure out which dress to try on first. She slid a long black one on, turning a few times and asking me my opinion.
“Looks like a dress,” I said.
“God, you are the worst,” she replied with a laugh. “Okay, how about this one?”
She slid on a tight yellow sundress. It barely contained her tits and ass, and was so short I could almost see the bottom of her ass cheeks.
“For public use?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she teased. “Or maybe to entice someone.”
“For the second use, spot on,” I said.
She lifted the hem of the dress a little, exposing part of her ass. She jiggled it a little, watching my eyes widen. She then took the dress off, trying one that had a soft green floral print, and a low neckline.
“Too much cleavage,” I said.
“I thought you like it,” she pouted playfully.
“Do you want to give old people heart attacks?” I asked.
“No,” she said, slipping the dress off. She paused, looking herself over in the mirror. Then she sat on my lap, kissing me once. “But I do want you to fuck me right here.”
“What about the girl out front?”
“I gave her fifty bucks to let you back here, so…” She reached down and stroked me through my shorts. “But I promised her we wouldn’t make a mess in here.”
I slid my hand up her inner thigh, and she breathed in sharply and spread her legs. My fingers contacted her labia, which were already wet and slick. I ran my fingers along them, and she rubbed against my jeans. She parted her legs wide and I slid deep into her, my thumb resting against her clit.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” I said, gently circling her clit with my thumb.
“No promises,” she gasped, bucking her hips as I penetrated her. I pulled my fingers out of her and stood her up. She fumbled with my jeans, and in seconds they were down by my knees, my erect dick throbbing, searching for her as I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me as I pushed her against the wall. I entered her and she stifled a moan as I sank deep inside her on the first thrust.
There was a girl, twenty feet from us at a register, and who knew if anyone else would come into the store. It was early, quiet on a weekday, but the idea that we were very public, and I was buried deep in my aunt, heightened every sensation. I thrust into her hard, her body pressed against mine. She bit my ear gently as I fucked her against the wall, mindful to not make any loud noises. Her legs pulled me in with each thrust, and my hands gripped her ass as I drove deep into her.