You decide to head out to for now, leaving the coffee shop in Sandy's capable hands. Before you go you impress on her the importance of keeping her clients happy - female as well as male. She happily steps over to the masturbating blonde to see if she needs a hand.
Outside, you decide to wander through the rest of the shopping center. There's a small department store (or large, diverse clothing store) that looks interesting, so you make for it.
Inside, you see the lonely employee on duty at the register. Apparently things are slow. She checks her watch, then slides her hand under the counter and closes her eyes, killing time. You can hear her breathing start to get heavier, but you leave her for now and walk the aisles.
Suddenly a conversation piques your interest. "But Mom, I like these clothes!" complains a young girl's voice. You beeline for the women's clothing section.
"Jess, this isn't up for discussion," returns a more mature female as you find the right aisle. "You're a woman now, and it's time for you to start dressing like one." The speaker is a dark-haired woman right about forty with just a hint of grey. The girl with her clearly got her mother's best genes, though she's slightly less endowed.
"Pardon me," you interrupt, "but I couldn't help overhearing-"
"Oh, wonderful!" the mother breaks in. "You can help me here. I'm Lisa and this is my daughter Jessica. I'm trying to convince her now that she's 18 she should be dressing more like a woman and less like a girl." She draws Jessica in front of her. "What do you think?"
Jess is a full-on private schoolgirl cliche. She's wearing a plaid skirt and navy jacket over a simple white dress shirt and short tie. The black pigtails and knee-high white socks aren't helping the image. She's obviously uncomfortable being looked at, judging by how she breaks your gaze to clean her glasses.
"I think she looks charming for a teenage girl," you judge to her mother. "What's the problem?"
"The problem is that she's not a girl any more, she's a woman," Lisa quickly responds. "When she's not hiding in this immature getup she has beautiful tits and a luscious little pussy. She should really be more open about it, like me."
You turn your attention to Lisa. Her white halter top draws your attention down, past her cleavage and exposed stomach, to a black pleated skirt, and finally wedges that do wonders for her thighs. You nod approvingly.
Lisa turns back to her daughter. "You see, honey, the important thing is that how you dress shows other people how you want them to react to you. You're a grown woman and you're going off to college soon. You need to realize that you're going to want cock, a lot of it, and all the time you waste introducing yourself to a man, stripping clothes off, and getting him hard is time you could spend fucking. Learn from my mistakes - it's much better if you can get your outfit to do all that work for you."
"I'll show you." She turns back to you, then takes a few steps back to sit on a nearby bench. She reaches down to touch her toes, then spreads her legs while drawing her fingers up the soft, creamy skin. She reaches the hem and lifts the edge of her skirt, making eye contact with you just as her pussy comes into view. One hand spreads her lower lips, and she winks.
"Wow," Jessica muses at your new hardon.
"Go ahead, honey," her mother encourages, while her middle finger rubs her clit. Jessica reaches for your cock and rubs it through the fabric. You take her hand and guide her to the zipper - she looks up to you for confirmation, then slowly opens it. She has to reach into your pants to bring your head out. "See how his cockhead is already wet? You can lick that off to find out what his come will taste like." The dutiful daughter bends at the waist to touch her tongue on your dickhole, and a trail of precum follows it back into her mouth. She laps several times to take it all in.
Lisa closes her legs and walks up behind her daughter. "That's the difference, sweetheart. The way I dress, I can get him hard and lubed to fuck me in any hole I like, anywhere I happen to be. I don't wear a bra so my nipples will tell a guy when I want him to do me, and I don't wear panties so I can jump him on the subway and not miss my stop. You do the teasing and he'll do the pleasing."
"Wait a sec," you say. "I'm not going to say I don't want to fuck you, but your daughter's clothes are still fucking hot and I'll do her in a heartbeat." Jessica grins proudly at her mother, and her hand absently squeezes your shaft.
"Oh really?" says Lisa. She slips two hands up Jessica's skirt, then drops her white panties to her ankles. There's an obvious wet spot on the crotch. There's a small squelch sound and Jessica opens her eyes and mouth wide in shock. "I'm guessing that, however much you wanted to bang my daughter, you want her even more now." Lisa brings her hand up to eye level, playing with the strings of her daughter's lubrication between her fingers. "Especially if you know she's got such a wet cunt."
"But Mom - mmph!" Jessica's protest is cut short when her mother shoves two fingers into her mouth. She sucks hard. "Wow, is that really what I taste like?"
Lisa nods. "You're lucky to be so sweet. Girls will be lining up around the block to get their college lesbian experience with you. Now, can we try some clothes on you? I'm sure this fine gentleman will be happy to help you pick out some new, more appropriate outfits." |