I took the items straight to the till and dumped them on the counter, eager to pay and get back in the car. The sales clerk, a skinny man in his fifties, looked up at me, his eyes bulging at the sight of my outfit.
“We have a no-returns policy so I hope you tried them on,” he said. He lifted the first dress without even looking at it. His eyes were glued to my breasts. My stiff nipples poked through the netting of my top.
“I didn’t try them on but that’s okay, I’m sure they’ll fit,” I said, placing Rick’s credit card on the counter to try and hurry him along.
“Oh, no. No, no no,” the man said, shaking his head. “I must insist that you try them on. Come on!”
He walked around the counter, scooped up the items I’d chosen, and then led me by the arm to the changing rooms at the back of the store. I walked in, my shame escalating with each step, but glad to be away from the prying eyes of the other shoppers. The clerk followed me in and closed the door behind us.
‘What are you doing?” I demanded.
“Take off your clothes,” he said. He began laying out the three dressed I’d chosen on the bench.
“You can wait outside,” I told him, crossing my arms over my chest, hiding my breasts from his lingering gaze.
“Nonsense. Helping with fitting is part of my job,” he said.
“I’m not getting changed in front of you.”
“I’ve already seen everything, sweetheart. Besides, if you dress like that out in public you’re asking for it, aren’t you?”
“What? No.”
“Spare me the false modesty. You came out hoping someone would fuck you. Plain and simple. Now strip. Before I get nasty.”
I glared at him, not sure what was happening.
“Take off your clothing,” he said again. This time he emphasized the word ‘off’.
“But…” I started, my chest heaving with anger.
“No buts,” he snapped. “Now, do as I say or there will be consequences.”
Something about the authoritative tone he used sent a tingle through me and as my face heated with embarrassment, I began to pull off my top. He watched as I undressed, his eyes locked on my body. I felt exposed and yet strangely aroused at the same time. Once I was completely naked, he told me to try on the first dress. I did as I was told, fumbling with the fabric.
“Let me help,” he said, taking hold of the garment and helping me into it.
Once the dress was on he had me turn on the spot and then he began moving the fabric around under the guise of “enhancing the fit”. He certainly wasn’t shy about touching me, which made me both uncomfortable and excited. Every time his old hands brushed my breasts I felt a jolt of arousal course through me.
“Let’s take it off then,” he said gently, as he began to unzip the dress again.
He slipped the dress off my shoulders and it slid down my body, landing on the floor around my feet.
“Pick it up,” he commanded me, still standing unnervingly close to me.
I bent down, feeling the heat of his eyes on my tush the entire time. My hand touched the dress and his clamped onto my ass. I froze, not knowing what to do. His fingers kneaded my flesh, groping and massaging my bum.
“You like this, don’t you,” he said, his voice heavy with promise.
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I just stood there, my body trembling with a combination of fear and excitement.
“Answer me, ” he said.
” Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“Good girl,” he replied.
He moved closer to me and pulled me into a standing position, the dress discarded on the floor. I could feel his hot breath against my neck. His hands moved up my waist slowly, teasing me until they cupped my breasts. I gasped at the sudden pleasure that shot through my body.
“Nice big titties just for me,” he said. “Aren’t they?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
He let go of my breasts and moved his hands down to my waist, pulling me closer to him. We were so close I could feel his hard cock pressing against me.
He spun me around and pushed me up against the mirror, my bare flesh sticking to the glass. Then he leaned down and took my breast in his mouth, licking and sucking at my nipple. I whimpered with pleasure, my body alive with sensation as he molested me.
He moved his hands down over my body, exploring the curves and hollows until they came to rest on my pussy. He groaned as he felt my desire for him and began to rub my clit.
This was so wrong. He was an old man, a stranger, a pervert. I shouldn’t be letting him touch me. And yet I was powerless to stop him. Not just because he was stronger than me, but because I yearned for it.
Time seemed to stand still as he teased me with his touch. I writhed against him, only able to control myself by the narrowest of margins. Whimpers of delight slipped through my lips as his fingers worked my pussy expertly. I shuddered and moaned as waves of bliss washed over me. I felt the intensity of my pleasure increase until I could no longer control it. I let out a loud gasp as I climaxed in his hands, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
Once I’d come down from my high, I felt an intense mix of pleasure and shame. I’d given into a carnal urge that I was already starting to regret. But it was not over yet.
“Now you need to pay for the treat you’ve been given,” he said.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me down to my knees. I shook my head in protest but he was having none of it.
“Take it out and suck it. Now,” he said forcefully.
I unzipped and opened his pants, and his thick cock was revealed. I cast my eyes downwards, too embarrassed to look him in the face. Tentatively, I inched my face forward, my tongue extended. The smell of his manliness wafted up my nose. I licked it slowly, the taste bitter and salty. Slowly, I opened my mouth and closed it around his shaft. He grabbed a handful of my hair and guided my face up and down, his thrusts becoming increasingly harder and faster. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, yet something else stirred within me. I stopped fighting the sensations, no longer caring at this point what was right and wrong.
“You nasty little slut,” he said, moaning as I pleasured him.
The pleasure he derived from my actions only stoked the fire within me further. I felt my arousal start to return, and I began to move my head faster in a rhythm that matched his thrusts. His grip on my hair tightened as his explosion approached, and I sped up my movements.
“Oh, yeah,” he panted. “You filthy girl. Going out dressed like that. You asked for this. Didn’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” I said, as I swallowed his sword like a pro.
He finally let out a loud groan as his orgasm shot deep into my throat. His grip on my hair loosened and he pushed me off of him with a satisfied grunt. I stayed there, on my knees, his cum dripping down my chin.
He zipped his pants up and straightened himself up. He smiled down at me, his face a mixture of lust and pride. He put a hand on my chin and lifted it so he could look into my eyes.
“You can have the clothes for free. Slut,” he said, before turning and leaving the dressing room.
I cleaned myself up, grabbed the new dresses, and almost ran back to Rick’s car. he took the clothes from me and inspected them before giving a satisfied nod and tossing them onto the back seat.
“Did something happen in there?” he asked.
I looked into his eyes and I knew that somehow he knew exactly what had happened in that changing room. Maybe he’d arranged it, or maybe he just knew that something like that would happen. Either way, Rick knew.
I looked down at my lap and said, “Nothing I didn’t ask for.”
“Exactly,” he replied, before starting the car and taking us home.