"I'd love to," you tell her, "but I've had a tiring day today, and I'm a bit worn out right now from an excellent mattress-purchasing session. I need a rest."
She smiles at you. "No problem. I wouldn't mind a bit of a rest, too. Let's head to the reclining chair section." She pulls off the shirt she was trying on, letting her large breasts loose. She grins as she sees how they draw your eyes. "Like my girls, huh? I've got just the warm-up routine in mind for you, boy. Just a minute while I leave my clothes at the clothes-change display." she undoes her cut-off jean shorts, revealing a pair of spandex white panties which come to a sharp vee at the nadir of her smooth mons.
"Follow me, boy," she says teasingly, pulling you by the hand so that you follow behind her, watching her ass sway. She leads you across the department store, drawing the attention of the male patrons of the store, and the occasional smile and conspiratorial wink from the skimpily-dressed sales-clerks.
You come to the reclining chair section. The chairs and their brands are different than before: the chairs recline back further than before, and are counter-weighted at the feet with a cushioned platform which flares out, and looks molded to support another human body.
A salesgirl approaches you, wearing a special single-piece store outfit with a neck that dips all the way down to just above her mons, with her tits threatening to spill out. Her lips look like she is wearing a particularly violent shade of purple lipstick, which now must be the natural color of her lips; her eyelids are the same color, and her eyelashes are thick with what would normally be mascara. She has a stray white streak in her crimson hair.
She walks straight for you, past your topless black companion. "Hello sir! Are you interested in trying a reclining chair?" She licked her lips hungrily, grasping your half-deflated cock through your pants. "Just to let you know, all LazyBlow models are 20% off this week," she purrs at you.
"Ahem," your nameless liaison interrupts. "He's with me. *We* would like to try a chair, together. Can you show us a model around the $2000 range?"
The salesgirl looks to your companion cooly. "Certainly, ma'am," she says, with emphasis on the last word. "This way."
The black girl looks at you, shaking her head. "Straight nympho salesgirls," she mutters, "They always ignore me and go straight to the men, and sell way too hard." She smirks at you, and plays with the top button of your shirt. "You should start taking your clothes off boy, unless you want me getting them messy."
The salesgirl stops, and directs you to a chair. "This EasyBoy is about $2100. Good structural design so you don't get any nasty surprises mid-fuck with the chair tipping or collapsing," she says matter-of-factly. She continues as you start taking your clothes off. "The kneeling platform at the foot is ergonomically designed to minimize the strain for the woman in a fellating session, whether fast and hard or long and lazy. And it has special features to make giving head even more of a pleasure for the girl." The salesgirl's disposition warms a bit, and she gets a far-off look in her eye.
Soon, you're naked. You notice that the salesgirl is looking at your junk, still licking her violet lips occasionally, and her chest is starting to flush slightly. You climb into the chair, noticing that the foot-pad has large ridges which are awkward for your legs: you spread them to either side, realizing the chair is designed for this position.
"Do the arm-rests also work as leg-rests?" your companion asks.
"Yes," says the salesgirl. "Lift up your arms, sir," she says, looking at you with hungry eyes. As you do, she turns a lever on either side, and flips open the arm-rests to reveal heavily cushioned and curved platforms, with the normal arm-tops locking into place as guards on the outside of the chair. The sales-girl turns to your ladyfriend. "If you're going to use the rests, please take off your shoes though."
Soon, the black girl is barefoot as well as bare-breasted. "Anything else I can do for you?" The salesgirl asks you, her eyes flitting to your manhood, hopefully.
"No thanks," says your companion, cooly. "We're going to be a while." The salesgirl gives her a curt nod, and walks off brusquely. However, you wish for her to return in ten minutes or so, if she isn't busy helping another customer. |