Retail Therapy Pt. 02

Selene - We went back to Myer Centre a fortnight later. This time we had come for some shirts, and maybe another jacket but I wanted the dare of public exposure and the thrill of being aroused in full view. We both wanted to see if we could tease the assistant as well. It was later in the evening, closer to closing time and the centre was quieter than normal. I'd chosen the same dress again on purpose - light black cotton, short and with metal press studs all the way up the front that gave so easily. Like before, I had nothing on underneath. We had parked underground and pressed the button for Menswear when we got into the lift. I smiled at my husband in the mirror and as the lift door opened, I popped open the second press stud from the top, letting the cool air tighten my nipples. Smiling, we stepped out of the lift.

I spotted him almost at once. The same assistant, name badge catching the light, carefully styled hair. He was straightening a display of shirts when his eyes lifted and found mine. A slight smile curved his mouth - his eyes glancing up and down my body.

Richard - I recognised the couple as soon as they stepped out of the lift onto 'my' floor. Well naturally, it was the woman who caught my attention. Just as stunning looking and dressed as before in a short button-up dress. "Back again," I said when they came closer to me. "Are you looking for anything in particular today... is there anything I can help you with?" I was trying to sound professional but recognised that they might want a little more - personal assistance.

Selene - His voice was low and warm, pitched just for me. "We may need some assistance today," my husband replied, his hand resting lightly at the small of my back just on the curve of my spine as I pushed my ass backwards and my boobs forward towards the assistant.

"Shirts," I answered, though the words came out softer than I meant. "And a jacket. For my husband of course."

Richard - I looked down, slowly and deliberately at what the woman was wearing, taking a closer look at the open V of the dress, where two press studs were unfastened, revealing the curve of her breasts. "I'm very happy to help," I said. "Let's start with the jackets. I know which cuts will suit him."

I led them deep into the menswear racks. The scent of new wool and polished leather was strong here; One of the joys of my job is getting to smell these fresh fabric aromas which always disappear after the first wear and wash. I chose a charcoal jacket first and held it open so the woman's husband could slip his arms in, then stepped back to assess the fit.

"What do you think?" He turned and my comments were directed at the woman, looking directly at her as her hubby shrugged and preened to get the jacket to sit comfortably. If the woman is happy with the way her man looks, then the sale is guaranteed. "I like it," hubby said, smiling

She didn't seem over-enthusiastic though and clearly didn't want to make life too easy for me. "Quite nice, but maybe we need to look at a few more? What else do you recommend?"

Selene - The assistant's eyes were on the curve of my breasts and the outline of my hard nipples accentuated through the thin black fabric. He turned away as my husband walked over to me.

Hubby slid his hand under the hem of my dress from behind. Two fingers found me already slick and penetrated me without hesitation. The assistant turned back to look at us. The sudden stretch had made my breath catch but I kept my face carefully neutral. Then I realised that the assistant was still talking - something about the canvas construction, the way the lapel rolled - while my husband's fingers curled and stroked in slow, deliberate circles inside my wet pussy. The lowest press stud had already worked itself free and the cool breeze accentuating the slickness between my legs, threatening to expose me being fingered from behind.

Richard - I could see that the couple weren't really interested in what I was saying, but I kept up my sales pitch, explaining the differences between the 2 or 3 jackets I'd picked out for him to try. I heard a gasp - a sharp intake of breath and when I turned round, I saw that the husband was close behind the woman and from the way her dress was tight across her front and hiked up at the back, I guessed he was feeling her bum. I confess that I smirked as I carried on, "What do you think of this one?" I held out the different jackets so they could both see them, but my eyes were drawn to the bottom of the dress where the lowest press-stud had burst open, leaving me almost able to see her pussy lips.

Selene - I didn't trust my voice to answer so fortunately my husband answered for me, voice perfectly calm even as his fingers pushed deeper. "Not bad. Let's try that one on with some shirts."

The assistant smiled and moved to the rack close to us, close enough that I could smell the clean soap on his skin. He selected another jacket - navy this time - then a selection of shirts. My husband kept his hand exactly where it was, two fingers buried inside me, thumb brushing lightly over my clit with every small shift of his wrist. I could feel myself getting wetter, the inside of my thighs growing slick. The cool air of the store kissed the exposed skin whenever the hem rode higher while my husband's fingers worked me open with quiet, relentless patience.

Richard - I kept up a steady stream of semi-professional commentary - fabric weight, lining quality, how the jacket would sit over a shirt - none of it bullshit but I could see it was passing over their heads as she seemed to be in a dream-like state and he kept close to her, watching me. But I could see the muscles on his arm working as he was obviously feeling her up.

By the time we had four jackets selected, with complementary shirts, she looked flushed and not concentrating on what I was saying at all. I wasn't offended. I was pretty confident I would make a sale, but after the last encounter with this couple, I was keen to see where it might lead, if they would get up to mischief in the changing rooms again and if I would see more of her body. I glanced at her face. The slightly dishevelled state of her dress indicated that she was almost at the point of not caring what she showed and I couldn't hide a small knowing smile. I looked down at the jackets draped over his arm and then back at the husband.

"We've got a few good options here," I said. "Why don't we take these, along with the shirts, and try them on properly? There's a large changing room just around the corner and you'll be able to see how they look together."

Selene - My husband nodded and slipped his fingers from me. I gasped, my body feeling the emptiness. "Sounds... good," I stammered.

The assistant gathered the jackets and shirts together, but before turning away he looked at me again. His eyes paused on the open press studs at the bottom of the dress and at my cleavage before rising up to meet mine. He led us to a set of changing rooms some distance from the ones we'd used before and into one much bigger than the previous one. Three walls were mirrors and it had a large leather couch on the wall next to the door.

"Let me know if you need my assistance," he offered, standing in the doorway. My husband stood in front of the mirrors, slipped on a jacket, and looking at the jacket from different angles. "I still can't decide," I said, glancing towards the assistant, who was waiting outside with the shirts folded over his arm. "Perhaps you should come in and give us your opinion."

He looked at me for a moment before stepping inside. "About the jacket?"

"And the shirts... and other things..." I replied, moving towards the couch.

That little smile appeared again as he closed the door behind him. He moved closer to my husband and adjusted the lapel, but I could see him watching and focussing on me in the mirror, rather than on the jacket. He knew exactly why I'd asked him in, and I knew he knew.

Richard - "I think it suits him," I said. I wasn't lying, he did look good in it but I'll be honest, I was relying on feel and using my peripheral vision. I was looking more directly at his wife in the mirror, standing behind him with her legs apart and the dress hanging off her shoulders

"I'll try it with one of the shirts," the husband replied, slipping off the jacket and pulling his shirt over his head before turning towards his wife with a smile.

I glanced at the mirrors, catching all three of us in the reflection, and saw the woman hold my husband's gaze as she reached for the press studs at the top of her dress. The first released with a quiet metallic click. I watched in the mirror as the black fabric slowly parted down her chest, revealing the swelling globes of her breasts, full and high, with a natural tan. I turned away from the mirror to look directly at her now, aware that a different game had started and, despite the slight nerves that I felt, that I had to play my part and be bold, let them know I would play willingly. I held a small smile and I saw both customers watching the reflections.

"I never did ask properly," I said. "Last time... did you manage to keep everything off your dress?"

Selene - Heat rushed into my face as I looked at him through the mirror. My husband gave a quiet laugh and sat down beside me, bare to the waist.

"Oh yes; I was careful," I said softly, letting a small smile tug at the corner of my mouth, "And..."

My fingers lingered on the next press stud for a moment before I released it. I turned slowly, deliberately watching their reactions in the mirror as I continued opening the dress one press stud after the other. The room seemed suddenly very quiet, apart from the faint metallic clicks of each stud.

When the last one came undone, I slipped the dress from my shoulders and let it fall in a slow, deliberate movement, pooling at my feet on the carpet. I stood there for a moment, meeting the assistant's eyes in the mirror.

He smiled. "I see," he said quietly.

I stood there naked, heat flooding between my legs and my husband gave a quiet laugh. I bent down, turning to pick up my dress, my ass towards the assistant standing near the door. I carefully hung it on the stand. In the triple mirrors I saw myself from every angle at once - front, side, and the full curve of my back and ass - skin glowing under the fluorescent light, the flush already spreading down my chest. The assistant exhaled. My husband reached for me.

He drew me forward and slid a finger straight into the slick opening between my legs. The stretch made me gasp. He curled his finger in me, found the spot that always undid me, and began a steady, deliberate rhythm. I looked in the mirror, seeing the assistant standing there, eyes flickering from the reflection of my body to my ass, tightened by the reflex of gripping the finger inside me.

My nipples tightened further in the air-conditioned chill. I could feel the assistant's gaze tracking every centimetre of newly bared skin, his hand reaching behind him to lock the door.

My husband pulled me between his knees and slipped another finger straight into the slick heat between my legs. I flexed my back, my chest expanding with air and my breasts pushed out. I looked in the mirror, the assistant standing, watching me watching him, and I nodded to him, inviting him without words.

Richard - I watched as the woman shed her dress and revealed the full beauty of her body to me. I saw in the mirror her breasts appear, rounded and perfect, nipples standing erect and then her navel with a decorative piercing and finally her bare pussy with a jewelled ring through her clit hood. When she bent over in the confines of the changing room to pick up her dress, she practically shoved her ass into me. The cleft between her cheeks opened briefly and the slit of her pussy was exposed, wet and pink, standing out against her evenly tanned skin.

Without a word, she faced her husband and he held onto her hip and thrust his finger into her pussy, the slickness of her making a sucking sound as he entered her and visibly pulled her towards him. I stood there dry-mouthed watching this erotic scene unfold as my sales opportunity turned into the most intimate view of a woman being aroused and fingered.

She summoned me with her eyes and I stepped in close behind her, placing my hands on her hips. Her skin felt so warm against the cool clamminess of my hands and I saw in the mirror as she gasped silently when I slid them around to cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over the tight peaks of her erect nipples, gently rubbing them between my thumb and forefinger. She let out an audible sigh, her body reacting to the dual actions of her hubby finger-fucking her and me caressing her breasts and nipples. I squeezed the buds hard, eliciting another gasp from her, before one hand drifted lower. My fingers joined her husband's, slick and curious, stroking either side of her clit while he kept his fingers working inside her. In the mirrors I could see everything at once - her reactions as hubby's hand moving between her legs, my fingers on her clit and nipple, her flushed face and open mouth.

Selene - The twofold touch was almost too much. I could feel every ridge of their fingers, the slight difference in temperature and pressure, the way they seemed to wordlessly coordinate. Cool air brushed my wetness every time one of them shifted. My thighs began to tremble. The long, teasing walk through the racks had left me half-ready already; this finished the job in minutes.

I came hard the first time, a sharp, shaking climax that forced a soft broken sound from my throat. My husband's fingers kept moving through it, slower now, drawing the pulses out until my knees threatened to give. The waves engulfed me, threatening to overwhelm me. My legs buckled, but they didn't give way and my tormentors didn't stop. The assistant's hand stayed on my clit, gentler, circling, refusing to let the sensation fully fade, his other hand rolling my engorged nipples.

My husband added a third finger, stretching me further, while the assistant's mouth found the side of my neck and then the curve of my shoulder. His free hand returned to my breast, pinching lightly in time with the strokes between my legs. I was still fluttering from the first orgasm, oversensitive, and the continued attention pushed me straight back up. The wet sounds of their fingers filled the small room. I could smell myself, sharp and unmistakable under the fluorescent light.

The second climax hit harder. My whole body locked, thighs clamping around their hands, a longer, deeper wave that left me panting and almost silent. They worked me through every last tremor until I was shaking and boneless between them, the scent of my own arousal thick in the air, the carpet rough under my feet. Only then did my husband guide me down onto my knees.

I freed his engorged cock and took him into my mouth the way I had on our first visit - slow and deep. The wet sound of my sucking filled the quiet space between us, soft and rhythmic, almost indecent in how clearly it carried. My tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft as I sank down, letting the head nudge the back of my throat before I eased back up into a crouch, bent over him lips sealed tight, drawing a long, slick pull and presenting my ass to the salesman.

Richard - She was so vigorous in cumming. I thought I was being subtle and gentle, but the combination of my hands on her breast and clit and her husband's deep in her pussy had her bucking between us - half as if she was trying to get away from us and half as if she was trying to masturbate herself on our fingers.

I moved behind her, my hands settling on her hips, steadying her while she bent over to take her husband's cock deep into her mouth. I'd stood outside the changing room on their last visit and recognised the sounds of his muffled groans, her slurping on his cock, the wet slap of flesh. My thumbs pressed into the soft give of her skin just above the curve of her ass. She pushed back onto me and my fingers found her slit, then slid into her. She was stretched from her husband and slick from her own cum juices - two entered her easily at first, then I added a third, curling and stretching into her, finding the inside places still fluttering from earlier. I could feel residual aftershocks rolled through her in lazy waves and I heard her moan around my husband's cock as she was filled from both ends. The vibration travelled straight into my hubby and I felt him twitch hard against my tongue.

She pulled her head off him just long enough to turn and speak to me, her voice rough and low with lust. "Stop playing with me and fuck me."

Selene - I returned to my husband, taking him deeper, working him with the same deliberate care - slow on the downstroke, sucking harder on the way up, tongue swirling under the head as I pulled back, taking in a breath.

I didn't look as I heard a zip behind me and the assistant's cock replaced his fingers in one smooth thrust taking my breath away. He filled me completely, setting a steady rhythm - deep, measured strokes that matched the pace of my mouth. Every time he pushed in, I sank lower on my husband; every time he pulled back, I rose, the wet sounds overlapping - skin meeting skin behind me, saliva and cock in front. In the mirrors I saw the three of us clearly; my husband's cock disappearing between my lips, the assistant's hips rolling behind me, my own body rocking between them. The angle made everything look messier - open, wet, completely used.

My husband's hand found the back of my neck, not forcing, just resting there, heavy and warm, feeling every swallow, every soft gag when I took him all the way.

Richard - I took my instruction seriously and didn't waste any more time. I'd stretched her with my fingers so I knew my cock wouldn't find any resistance until she used her pelvic control to grip me. I unzipped and thrust into her eagerly, winning a gasp from her that told me she was satisfied. I plunged into her again and again, fucking her with a steady rhythm to match her movements on her husband's cock.

I used my hands to spread her ass cheeks, delighting in the view of my cock as it slid in and out of her, glistening and creamy from our combined juices. My thumbs drifted inwards, finding the tight rosebud between her cheeks, pressing into her with alternate thumbs to tease her brown starfish. I rubbed them in slow, deliberate circles - pressing, stroking, teasing her sensitive ring until it softened under the steady attention. One thumb lingered, circling once more, then pushed gently but forcefully inside. The sudden intrusion made me gasp around my husband's cock; the tight stretch of that single digit, the way it turned and pressed deeper, sent a sharp, electric spark through me and wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through me again. I felt my cock, hard through the thin wall separating her ass from her love tunnel, pulsing as I let my thumb settle in her ass before beginning my incessant thrusting.

Selene - The fullness inside me, the stretch, the way the assistant's cock dragged over the still-sensitive places, my pussy fluttering sending little shocks through my core. I moaned again, the sound muffled and broken, and felt my husband tighten. His cock throbbed against my tongue, the first warning pulse. I sealed my lips tighter, relaxed my throat, and stayed down as he came. Thick, hot spurts hit the back of my throat; I swallowed every one. I kept sucking, until the pulses slowed and he softened. Not a single drop escaped. I held him a moment longer, tongue gently cleaning, before letting him slip free, glistening and spent.

The assistant's thrusts slowed but didn't stop. He stayed buried inside me, thrusting deep, then suddenly eased out with a wet sound that made me shiver. I felt a sudden emptiness, cool air against my slick pussy. He stepped around the lounge chair, cock still hard and shining with my juices mixed with his precum. I turned and fell to my knees, still trembling and looked up at him. Without a word I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. The taste was immediately different from my husband's - lighter, cleaner, almost soapy-salt at first, then a warmer, skin-deep musk that bloomed across my tongue. My own slickness sweetened it, turning the clean salt into something richer and filthier as I sank down and sealed my lips around him.

Richard - I was reluctant to leave the warmth of the woman's pussy but when I saw her husband thrust upwards and she pulled her head back, her lips coated with his cum, I knew things would change. Maybe she didn't want me to cum in her pussy? My thumb slipped out of her anal ring and when she knelt in front of me and took me in her mouth, I felt a relief flooding through me. I brushed her auburn hair away from her face and saw her eyes look up at me, wide and flashing as she sucked all the cream off me. She worked me the same careful way as she had her husband; slow, thorough and determined. Her tongue mapped the ridge of my knob-head and the thick vein along the underside of my shaft. I swelled within her when she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder.

Her husband's hand went to the back of her neck, possessive and claiming her, but guiding her without force to take my cock deep in her throat. I caught her glance as she looked sideways into the mirror to watch her take me into her mouth, and catching the reflection of her husband's hand on the back of my neck, the way my head tipped back, eyes half-closed and the way her husband's other hand went between her ass cheeks.

Selene - I watched as my husband's hand found my ass - two fingers sliding easily into my soaked pussy, a third pressing against my still-sensitive rosebud before pushing inside. He worked both holes in a steady, deliberate rhythm, curling and stretching, matching the pace of my mouth. The dual pressure built fast, sharp and overwhelming after everything that had already been taken from me. I caught our reflection again; on my knees, cheeks hollowed around the assistant's cock, my husband's hand buried between my legs, the flush high on my chest, my nipples rock hard with sheer arousal. The image alone was almost enough to push me over.

I felt the assistant's thighs tense under my palms. His breathing went ragged. When he started to pulse, I didn't pull away. I sealed my lips and swallowed, sinking deeper as his sperm came hot and heavy, one spurt after another - while my husband's fingers drove me over the edge once again. My third orgasm hit hard, sudden and deep, my pussy and ass clenching tightly around his fingers until he finally withdrew them.

The taste of the assistant was different from my husband's; sharper, almost mineral, with a faint metallic edge beneath the salt. Where my husband had been richer, thicker, more familiar on my tongue, the assistant was brighter and slightly bitter, the kind of clean, skin-and-salt flavour that lingered as I kept swallowing, my throat working through every pulse until there was nothing left. I stayed a second longer, tongue still moving, making sure he was cleaned before I finally let him slip free.

A thin strand of saliva connected my lower lip to the head of his cock for a heartbeat before it broke. I sat back on my heels, lips swollen, chin wet, body still trembling with the leftover aftershocks. Both men looked down at me - spent, quiet, watching. The air smelled of sex and skin and the faint salt of what I'd just swallowed.

I licked my lips once, slow, and met their eyes.

No mess anywhere, my body tingling with the shared heat, the faint ache in my knees, and the taste of both of them still heavy on my tongue.

We dressed slowly. I stepped back into the black dress and fastened most of the press studs, leaving the top two open again. The assistant unlocked the door, smoothed his name badge, and gave us both that same small, knowing smile.

Richard - My cock was still twitching as she licked her lips and calmly rose to her feet, putting the dress back on and leaving me with a tantalising glimpse of her breasts at the top and the open fastener at the bottom only just covering her pussy. "Don't forget to take your purchases to the counter and I'll ring them through. There's a special discount today. And anytime you need another second opinion," I said quietly, "You know where to find me."

Selene - I walked out into the bright fluorescent light of the department floor, the private smile already tugging at the corner of my mouth, wondering how long it would be before I needed a little more retail therapy.