The Customer is Always Right

Tina worked at a high-end clothing boutique that catered to the most discriminating and, frankly, wealthy women in the city. Since COVID, the store started taking single appointments for their shoppers. The shop’s owner had doubled down on the high end experience, with a small minibar for clients, and an emphasis on customer service.

Tuesday was a very slow day, and Tina sat behind the register daydreaming of a return to normal. She had been staying at home for the most, working on exercise and meditation. But she was starting to feel amazingly pent up, having not had sex in half a year. She looked over the appointment book and saw one one left for the day at the end of the afternoon – Jean.

Since the appointment was a full thirty minutes from now, she started thumbing through Reddit for Erotic stories. After a few particularly hot stories, she realized this might have not been the best timing as she now was incredibly around. She lightly stroked her clit through her work slacks. She looked at the clock, 10 minutes to this appointment. As pent up as she was, she might be able to take care of it before dealing with this probably annoying rich housewife.

She undid the button of her slacks and slid her hand into her panties, past the smoothness of her shaved mound to her clit. It was engorged. She dipped a finger lower and pulled some fluid over her clit. That was when she hear a knock at the door.

“Shit” she said, quickly fastening her pants. She thought about running to wash her hand, but the knock become more insistent, so she sucked on her fingertip tasting herself, threw on a mask and answered the door.

At the door, stood a tall man with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. He wore a black fitted suit that accentuated his perfect build. He has black hair peppered with just a bit of gray, and piercing blue eyes. His black mask lent an air of mystery to his appearance.

“I’m sorry sir, we offer shopping by appointment only,” Tina said.

“I know, I’m your five o’clock, Jean,” he said with a French accent. She could tell by the way his eyes squinted that he was smiling. She wondered what that smile looked like.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was expecting… a woman. You do know this is a woman’s clothing boutique,” she replied.

“Yes, I am aware. I am looking for a dress for my girlfriend. Something exquisite.”

Already aroused, the way this man looked and spoke made Tina’s breath hasten.

“Well you came to the right place, please take a seat. I am Tina and I am here to assist you with all your needs.” She immediately blushed having said that. Never had she been more happy to be in a mask. “Help yourself to a drink if you would like. Let me grab some dresses to show you. Do you know her size?”

“I do not, I’m embarrassed to say. She is built remarkably similar to you though, just a few inches taller. Maybe you can help…” he said.

Tina wondered what kind of statuesque woman this man had. She herself was 5’9” in flats. She prided herself on her lean build and especially her long legs.

“Let me rustle some up.”

She darted around the store grabbing a few dresses, some of her personal favorites, all the while stealing glances as this Adonis of a man. He has taken off his suit coat, rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie. He poured two glasses of Scotch and drank from one. She was disappointed that he turned away from her when he did so, so his face was still a mystery.

She brought over some choices which he quickly narrowed down to two. One a long flowing black dress with a slit to the hip, spaghetti straps and plunging cleavage. The other was a backless white number, very short and form fitting.

He pointed to the second glass of Scotch. “Please, drink with me.”

The store policy was for workers not to drink but the policy also was to make the customer happy, so she briefly took off her mask and drank.

“You are very stunning, Tina. The worst thing about this pandemic is missing the beauty of a woman’s face. I have another favor, please. Can you model these for me?”

Tina had done this many times when a woman was buying a dress for a daughter, but she had not modeled for a man. The idea excited her.

“I would be glad to.”

She retreated to the changing room and quickly stripped to bra and panties. She touched the outside of the panties which were if anything even more wet than earlier when Jean had interrupted her play. She stripped out of the bra, as the cleavage of the black dress would not allow it.

Stepping back into the store, she saw him quickly pull his mask up again, having finished a second glass of Scotch. Another was waiting for her.

He jumped to his feet. “You look stunning.” He moved in close and she felt his intense gaze.

“May I feel the material.” She nodded. He touched her at her hip, it was almost impossible for her to stifle a gasp. As a distraction to her mounting arousal, she walked to the minibar and sipped at the Scotch.

“Your legs as you walk in this dress are… I am at a loss for words.”

The Scotch and sex in the air made Tina’s head start to spin. She walked around the room, the long slit in the dress showing her muscles leg. She spun and for a second the dress pulled away exposing her right breast, nipple dark and erect. She felt his eyes on it, even though it was only a microsecond. She felt a flush in her chest.

“Well then,” she said. Let us try the second dress.

She walked back to the fitting room. Inside she stared at herself hard in the mirror. What was she doing. Flirting shamelessly with a stranger, one with a girlfriend no less. Her head was in one place but her sex was in another. She could feel the throbbing and wetness.

She stripped out of the black dress and put on the white one. This one fit like a second skin. She tried to tamp down her nipples to no avail. They were well outlined in the material of the dress. She wished she had nipple shields but she didn’t. Also outlined was her black g-string panty, absolutely ruining the lines of the dress. She stepped out of them and the feel to the ground with a wet sound, being soaked through. She needed to get home to take care of herself or she would explode.

She stepped out into the store where Jean wait. She could feel his penetrating gaze. She was beginning to worry the wetness at her sex would soon be leaving a telltale trial down her inner thigh.

“This is something esquire” he said. “But again a favor. My girlfriend is taller, can you show my how it would hit her legs.”

The dress was already at upper thigh for Tina so when she hiked it up a few inches it was dangerously close to obscene. She wanted to just take it off entirely and pounce on this man.

“Please turn around,” he said. She thought she heard a stammer in his voice. She slowly did a 360 around the room, catching her reflection in a mirror. Her long legs were completely exposed, the dress resting right under her firm buttocks. Her nipples stood out. Her back was well muscled. She felt like a goddess and she needed to be worshipped.

“Let me sit and show you how she will look in this.” She sat next to him on the couch. Her legs tight together, the dress mere inches away from exposing her. “She will have to sit carefully she said.” She crossed and uncrossed her legs, knowing he might catch the slightest glimpse of her shaved sex. She leaned in close and felt the energy humming off of him. Throwing caution to the wind she leaned in, took off both of their masks and kissed him. He was ruggedly handsome, with a 5 o’clock shadow that she could feel as she gripped his cheeks.

He kissed her back, hands moving to her inner thigh, she knew he could feel the wetness rut and escaped there.”

“Let me show you how she will look while she fucks you in this dress.” She unbuttoned his slacks and pulled out his throbbing cock. It was not incredibly long but it was extremely thick. She wanted nothing more than to have it inside her, but she felt a second’s remorse.

“But your girlfriend.”

“Is a fiction,” he replied. “I work across the street and every day I stare out my window and wonder who is this beautiful creature that works in the boutique. I am sorry for the lie, but I am a shy man, and these days it is hard to meet…”

For a second she felt angry but then she felt relief. She would work out her emotions after she took care of her pressing needs. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked it, the tip the size of a plum and as sweet. She felt him stiffen and moan.

“I won’t last,” he said, “it has been too long,”

She laughed. “That makes two of us.” She hiked up her dress exposing her wet pussy. She took his hand and guided it there. She could feel his strong fingers caress her clit. She came immediately leaving a puddle in his palm.

“Now for you,” she said straddling him, guiding this thick cock inside her. Even with her wetness she could feel the stretching. It was like Fucking a can of soda. She quickly felt a second orgasm building and she started to edge. She looked into his blue eyes and could tell he was close.

“Let’s come together,” she whispered in his ear. Immediacy she felt his cock spasm and he moaned and she let go, her pussy contracting. She kissed him several times in the afterglow, then went to clean up herself. When she returned he was dressed again.

“What shall I do with this white dress, it’s been… soiled?” she said.

“Please, I will buy it and have it cleaned. You can wear it next week for me, if you would do me the honor.

She did.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jtq8zp/the_customer_is_always_right