Before you can decide what to do, a saleslady notices you, & calls you towards her. “Sir! Sir! I was wondering if you could help this woman. She can’t decide if she wants to buy a few things, & we think a male opinion would assist us.”
“Well,” you say, “I’m not sure I could help this way. Some things fit some well, but not others. I’d have to see the mentioned clothes on the mentioned woman.”
“Of course,” says the voice of a small woman as she approaches. Except for her height, she is a blonde bombshell in every sense of the phrase. She then barely stops for the sake of introductions before she leads you to the changing-room area in the back.
You wait outside the room, & when she returns, you swear you’re still dreaming. She is wearing a low-cut, lace top & matching panties. The red of the set works amazingly with her blond hair. She says, “I hope you can help me now,” she says. “I don’t see why not,” you tell her. I am a man, & I do have an opinion.”
“And I can see what it is,” she adds. You look to her face, & notice her eyes are focused entirely on your pants, where you now notice you have an un-ignorable hard-on. “I’m sorry,” you tell her. “Don’t be,” she says. “I should be the one that’s sorry. Sorry I haven’t done enough in my life to see one like that before.”
She picks up the rest of her bags, throws her credit card to the lady at the counter, & grabs your hand. Soon, you are both in her car on the way to her house. |