Shoe Store Flash: Blonde Salesgirl Masturbates to Orgasm in Front of Me

Summer heat sticks to my skin. New to T. neighborhood. Light skirt hugs my tanned thighs. Sleeveless blouse strains over my heavy post-breastfeeding tits. I spot summer sandals in the window. Push open the door. Cool air hits. Buzz of customers, heels clicking.

Brunette girl helps someone right side. Older lady left. Then she emerges from the back. Early forties, short blonde bob, green eyes piercing. Hips roll like she’s fucking the air. Green blouse loose, square neckline. No bra—tits jiggle free. Sensual sway pulls me in.

The Approach

She smooths her hair, arms up. White shaved pits flash. Eyes drop to my chest. Bold. Voice husky-soft: ‘Hello, ma’am.’ Plump lips, white teeth. Arms toned, golden fuzz on forearms. I mumble about the sandals. Pointure? She leads to back chair, isolated. Gone to stockroom.

Returns. Top two buttons undone. Leans in, box open. Blouse gapes. Pale tit cleavage. ‘Try them?’ Kneels. Blouse sags more. Nipples peek, pink and wrinkled. Caught staring. She straightens. ‘Too small. Bigger size.’ Ass swings away. Legs long, heels spike.

Back again. Third button loose. Kneels sideways. Full view now. Pear-shaped tits, freckled, perky. Nipples hard. She knows I’m hooked. Eyes lock, daring. I dive back in. Medal swings out. She tucks it, hand brushes nipple. Circles it slow. Fingers tweak.

‘Too tight still.’ Off again. Returns—bottom buttons open. Thighs flash white. Kneels low. Blouse splits to hips. Smooth skin. I throb, silent consent. She squats, hand on footrest. Knees snap open. Flash: no panties. Blonde bush, pink folds.

Closes quick. Tests me. I stay. Opens slow. Curls frizzed, lips puffy brown. Stays spread. I gape, flushed. She watches my hunger.

The Explosion

Sits on stool. One hand laces fake. Other slides thigh up. Slow. Disappears under fabric. Breath hitches. Eyes burn into mine. Arm pumps. Hips buck tiny. ‘Like what you see?’ she whispers dirty. ‘My wet cunt for you.’ Perfume hits—musky sweet. Store noise fades.

Face crimson, mouth slack. Fingers plunge audible slick. Gyrates. Eyes glaze. ‘Gonna cum… watch me.’ Body tenses. Whimpers escape. Face twists animal. Shudders rip her. Juices scent sharp. Collapses panting.

Buttons up fast. ‘Other foot? Walk test.’ Dreamlike. Fits perfect. Buy them. Cashier. Bag handed. ‘Thanks…’ husky, loaded. Mine strangled back.

Street slams reality. Legs rub slick. Pussy soaked. Days obsess. Hubby away. Fingers myself nightly. Replay her cum-face. Buy cheap button dress like hers. No bra, no panties. Mirror: tits swing heavy, bush peeks.

Heat waves thighs bare. Men stare. Wind gusts up skirt, teases clit. Heart pounds store door. Push in. Alibi sandals window.

Brunette instead. Ask for blonde? ‘Quit last week.’ Gut drops. Rush out. No encore. Desire haunts forever.