Like most men I hate shopping. I have this technique at Christmas of waking into a boutique and telling the girls ‘here’s a thousand dollars, I have three sisters, 49 years old, size 10, a little bit slutty. The second is 45 also size ten, a little bit disco, and a little sister 39 a size 8 very corporate. Bring me gifts’. It makes the process super quick, the girls in the shop always love it and run around giggling, and my sisters always think I have super good taste.
The truth is my style is terrible, and I have no interest in learning. I would just lob around in suits or Tshirts and jeans. So I usually let the shop keeper do the style work for me. Most people in retail actually have a brain and are good at what they do, so I let them do it.
I don’t work Friday so give myself a three day weekend every week. It means I can go to a store when there’s no crowds. So I went yesterday to buy my wife a present and I went into a nice clothing store in Sydney CBD. I won’t say which one, out of privacy.
There was two nice young ladies, one Lebanese or Arabic girl about 20 with a skinny little body and a girl with Indian or Pakistani heritage with a little bit fuller figure and nice round boobs maybe around 25. I tell them my routine, ‘here’s 500 bucks, my wife’s a size 8 go get me something nice’.
The girls were laughing and excitedly chatting, flitting around like a couple of butterflies and eventually came back with armfuls of clothes they started talking about why I should pick this one, or that one, and I actually nearly left. Lucky I didn’t. I told them I didn’t care and had no idea.
One of them said ‘well you can tell if it looks pretty or not right?’
I shrugged and said ya and they looked at each other smiled and said ‘how bout we try some on for you, sir?’ Now as an ex soldier I love a girl calling me sir, so I was kind of duty bound to hang around and let them work. I told them to put one on each while I grabbed a coffee at the cafe next door. It’s not like I had anything else to do.
When I went back into the store the girls were both in petite summer dresses and they looked great. I went over and sat in the leather chair sipping my coffee as the girls put on quite the show. Taking turns to go in and out of the dressing room in a dress and come out to pirouette around like pretty little fairies for me. Fuck I was getting Horny.
I guess they noticed and they started to get touchy with each other, and long smouldering looks at me. My cock hurt in my jeans and they were looking at it with giggly and lusty intentions. ‘this is taking too long, I’m just getting changed here’ pouted the petite Arabic girl. Right there in the shop she dropped the summer dress to the floor. Her body was amazing, no tits to speak of, no bra and just a tiny pair of red string panties. A body so skinny I was sure I would see my cock in her stomach when I fucked her.
The Indian girl walked over and locked the door and turned the sign to say ‘back in 15 minutes’. When she walked back she was also half naked. Big brown beautiful boobs in a blue bra.
For about ten minutes they would take off their clothes and put on a new dress. I have to say dresses and pretty underwear turn me on hard and I told them I needed to fuck urgently or my cock would fall off.
They both came over and sucked my dick at the same time, kissing each other and pushing each others heads down onto my cock. Then took turns riding me, finally I got up and bent them both over the counter and took turns drilling them both. One of the girls was particularly loud and kept screaming ‘fuck me sir, use my slut pussy’ and I certainly did, but I gotta admit I was worried someone would come investigate.
Anyway 5 stars for customer service, I know exactly where to go for all my gift shopping in the future. Ps my wife loves the dresses I bought. ‘how do you always have such good taste?’ she asked. 😉
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