Sexy Fun Times/Ten/Girl/School/Mall/Shops
You wander into a couple of clothes shops but there's nothing that takes your fancy. Then you decide to try the big department store and head for that.
You find the teenage department flick along a couple of rails and look at 'training' bras. "What are they training," you think. A snotty-looking assistant scowls at you for no reason; it can't be your age, because at least some of the pretty dresses are in your size, but a quick glance at the price ticket shows that they are way over your budget.
You wander down to the children's section where there are rack after rack of clothes aimed at kids from toddler to teen. "Can I help?" The masculine voice surprises you and makes you jump.
"Er, just looking," you say.
He is nice looking, in his twenties and dressed in a suit with highly polished shoes. Asian - Pakistani or Indian you think. "You can try things on - over there," he says, pointing. You shrug and turn to walk away, but he take a dress off the rack and gives it to you. "This would suit you very well," he says. His English is very good with just a hint of an accent. He loads you up with a couple more dresses and steers you towards the changing rooms.
A little bemused but not concerned, you allow him to guide you through the curtain and down to the last cubicle in the row. "In here," he says. "I will be outside. Call if you need help."
The cubicle is fairly big, with a heavy curtain for a door. There is a floor-to-ceiling mirror on one side with a bench seat opposite and some hooks on the wall at the back. You sit and look at what he gave you. There are three summer dresses, quite short, with spaghetti straps and you hold one up in front of you to see what it's like. As you stand up, you hear a noise from the cubicle behind.
You think about the man and wonder why he was so keen to get you into the changing room. When you look in the mirror and see the top of his head sticking up over the wall behind you, it dawns on you that he was not just being helpful. "Oh well, maybe I can have some fun," you think.
You stand up facing the mirror and start unbuttoning your shirt. When you pull it open to reveal your almost flat chest, you hear a sharp intake of breath through the thin wall. Excited now you know that you are being watched, you take your skirt off and sit on the bench in just your knickers.
Your back is against the dividing wall and you feel someone moving against it as you gently stroke your pussy on the outside of your knickers. When you slip a finger into the leg opening you fancy that you can hear a rhythmic noise in the adjacent cubicle and when you stand up and take your knickers right off so that you can get two fingers right into your sopping wet pussy, you are sure that the guy is wanking at your little show.
You are getting near your own climax, so it's a bit of a shock when the curtain is pulled back and the shop assistant walks in with his stiff cock in his hand. When he stands in front of you, there is no doubt what he wants, "Why not," you thing and open your mouth wide.
His cock is not all the big so you have no trouble sucking it and licking the salty precum off the end. For a while he just stands there without a word as you lick and suck on his cock, but then he pulls back and lifts you onto your feet. "Turn round," he says, turning you to face the wall. Then he grabs hold of your hips and presses his cock against your bum.
He puts a hand on your back to bend you forward and you support yourself on the bench and spread your legs apart as you feel his cock probing between your legs. After a few moments he lets go and then you feel his tongue working on your pussy and ass. He spends a few minutes licking and sucking before you feel cold air again as he stands up. "Finally", you think as he grabs your hips again and you arch your back to give him access.
You had assumed that he would want to plant his rampant cock in your itchy little pussy, but he has other ideas and you feel it pressing against your anus. "No!" you say and try to push him off, but he is too strong and you soon give up as he increases the pressure. "At least he's not too big," you think as you give in and try to relax as he gradually persuades your sphincter to open up and let him in. It's not long before he is grunting and jerking as he pumps a load of spunk deep inside your colon.
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" The man's voice startles you and you stand up. The cock slips out of your ass and you both turn to face an older man, standing in the doorway.
"DAD!" the younger man says.
The older man looks pretty angry. "Go and get yourself cleaned up," he orders and the son tucks his now limp cock into his trousers and practically runs off. "Now young lady, what are we going to do with you?"
He's not that old, in his fifties perhaps, and quite trim in his smart suit, with black hair and a neat moustache. "How old are you anyway?"
"Sixteen sir," you say, reaching for your knickers. He looks you up and down, disbelief all over his face, and smiles.
"Never mind those," he says, handing you the dress you were going to try on. Put this on and we will get you cleaned up. You slip the dress over your head while he gathers up your own clothes. It's a thin summer dress and possibly a bit small, as your nipples are showing where it's stretched over your chest and it's barely long enough to cover your pussy.
Meekly, you follow him out sure that anyone who looks must notice the spunk dribbling down your legs as you walk across the store to the lift. You often fantasised about being naked in public and now you very nearly are. There are quite a few customers around now and you see a couple of men do a double-take as you walk past.
He uses a key to make the lift go up above the highest floor and it opens directly into a plush office. The carpet is thick under your feet and there is a big polished wooden desk angled towards the view out of the window. "Wait there," he says and goes out through another door at one side. As well as the desk, there is a big table with chairs all around, and a sideboard. There's also a big comfy-looking couch.
He comes back in and you hear a toilet flush, so you assume that's where the other door leads to. "So, how old are you really," he asks. "That's quite young to be having sex in changing rooms," he says when you confess your real age. "I saw how you led my son on. We have cameras everywhere," he goes on, sitting down on the couch.