of doing as I had hoped going to the men section he follows me. First word that comes to my mind is fawning, but I like it. So this is really going to happen, well might as well make it fun! So I ask him in an more than amiable tone, “ What would you like to see me in?” He chuckles to himself and saunters off into the clothes. This is going to be good. I browse the displays and accessories to give him time to make his choices. He didn’t even ask my size, now I’m really curious as to how this is going to play out in the dressing room. Anders gestures me over to the dressing room. I look around quickly to make sure no one is looking and grab him and the clothes in one swift move.
Both of us simper a, “we did it” in unison.
He puts the accouterments on the knob and sits down on the bench with the door to his right and the large three panel mirror to his left. Sitting on the bench across from him I slowly cross my legs and glance at the floor. I think this is going to be fun after all, as I begin stripping my clothes off slowly in front of him. I take my time circling my finger around each button on my blouse and then unfastening each one looking up intimately into Anders eyes. The edge of his lips curve into a slight smile as he continues to watch intently, canting his neck and running his square hands across his chest. With my blouse now lying comfortably on the bench my white low-cut bra with black lace is fully bared and so inviting that I run my fingers along the lacey edges from the top of my smooth collarbone down along my breasts and back up. My skin is so soft and full of heat that he can feel it. Uncrossing my legs and standing up in my open-toe black wedges I bend down and run my hands up the sides of my frame stopping at the top of my hips to unzip the sides of my jean skirt. Both sides unzipped my skirt drops to the floor, Anders suddenly exhales loudly and opens his legs to get more comfortable. I smile,
I know that means his desire for me is intensifying as each minute passes by. I watch as he takes in my bikini lacy white panty, I know where his mind is drifting. I let him look a little longer, his gaze is firing me up. I walk over and take his hand gliding it around the curves of my hips, making sure his hands feel my hot skin all the way. I can feel his need growing and his manliness is starting to show through his pants. So I begin moving upward toward my heavy tits allowing his hand to fully cup them and squeeze. I stop directing his hands long enough for his fingers to linger on my hard nipples. I let out a small moan his touch feels so delightful. Gliding his hands back down across the smoothness of my belly finishing along the rim of my panty. We both exhale and stare amusingly at one another for a while. Kissing him on his cheek I run the palm of my hand up his leg stroking his hardness as I go. I kiss him one more time and turn away and leisurely walking back, I bend forward to take the first outfit off the knob. I can feel his eyes boring into me, his eyes are on my thick round ass just as I intended. Reaching up high into the sky, pulling the soft cottony black mini he selected over my head I look back over my shoulder and smile at him. This is going to be fun after all.
Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko