"But we have time for you to try the dress on though," you tell her.
perks up as you say that and she practically drags you back toward the dressing room with her as she snags the cocktail dress off the nearby hanger.
You glance down; checking out her tight, firm little ass as it moves and jiggles slightly under her tight skirt as she walks. For such a tiny girl, she sure knows how to fill out that skirt out just right, you think to yourself.
is chatting away about something as you head back to the dressing rooms, but you have a hard time paying much attention as you're hypnotized by her perky little booty. You snap out of your daze as she's getting ready to go into the dressing room.
"Oh my god, I love this dress," she gushes as she disappears behind the half door of the changing room.
You grin to yourself as you watch her undressing (sort of) and clothes being thrown over the door as she removes her button down shirt and then bending over; stepping out of her skirt and slipping into her new acquisition.
looks over at you a few seconds later and sighs, "Can you help me? I can't get this zipper to work."
You grin to yourself as you walk to the door and open it; quickly stepping inside. is bouncing as she's trying to zip up the zipper that runs up her ass. The dress is snug and you can see the back of her little red thong as she struggles to work the zipper.
You reach down as she turns her back to you more so you can help. Your hand slides over her hip, as your other hand brushes across her ass as you grab ahold of the zipper tab.
"Try and relax, ," you tell her as you jiggle the zipper a bit; trying to make it work.
You can hear her grumble impatiently as you fumble with it, but she moves her hands; letting you work without her 'help'.
Her perfume reaches your nose as you stand close to her and you can't help but feel your shorts growing tighter as you slide the zipper tab down all the way and then try to pull it back up again.
"Have you got it yet?" grumbles. She adds with a giggle, "Are you getting paid by the hour?"
"Quiet, or I won't help you at all," you threaten jokingly.
You raise your hand and bring it back to her ass; smacking it and watching it shake under the thin dress material.
"AHH!" squeals as you make contact. ", you're supposed to be helping me, not spanking me!"
You laugh and decide to give her another smack for good measure.
She squirms and looks back at you; sticking her bottom lip out at you.
You grin and return to the work at hand, hoping that your huge hard-on will go back down if you just get the zipper pulled back up.
All hope of that is dashed though, as you finally get the zipper up and she turns around to face you.
The view from the front is even better than you had imagined as turns around. The front of the dress plunges so low that you can almost see her belly button. Your eyes lock on her cleavage as she stands there; showing herself off to you.
"So, what do you think?" asks as she looks at you.
"I think it looks horrible-take it off right now!" You joke.
To your surprise, she grabs one side of the dress and pulls it to the side. Her left breast pops out and she sticks out her tongue at you before pulling it into place again. |