Just out of curiosity, I decided to stick around for a few minutes to see if there was mischief waiting to happen. Even as I nonchalantly browsed a shoe display, two laughing girls headed for the dressing rooms drew my attention.
Both looked to be wearing high school uniforms, though they were obviously in their late teens. The smaller of the two had straight brown hair in a ponytail to her shoulders and generous breasts, while the other wore short, dirty blonde hair and a smaller rack. Fashion statement or no, my cock approved of the plaid skirts and white button-down blouses. I watched from the corner of my eye as they showed their armful of clothes to the attendant and headed inside. After a slow count of thirty I stopped time and followed.
A couple of false leads later, I found the dressing room I was looking for. Judging by her pursed lips as she examined her finds, the blonde was still considering which to try first. The brunette had already started unbuttoning her blouse in front of the mirror and was clearly still talking animatedly to her friend, mouth caught mid-exclamation. The curves of her Ds were just starting to show through the V of of her top.
First things first: I ransacked their purses for ID. Denise was the dark-haired girl and was closing her senior year of high school, Heather her blonde friend who had only turned 18 yesterday - perhaps this shopping trip was to seek more mature clothes? Certainly much of what they had picked out was club wear. I reached up both girls' skirts and dragged their panties off. I tossed both pairs into the next room, out of sight.
Standing behind the brunette, I repositioned her hands to cup her large breasts. For a moment I just enjoyed grinding my hardening member against her ass while I ran my hands over her - stroking her hair, shoulders, arms, down to her hips and past the skirt's hemline. I watched in the mirror as I trailed up her bare inner thigh, lifting the skirt to reveal her clean-shaven pussy. I ran my fingers over her lips to tease her.
Giving in to temptation, I reached behind me to toy with Heather. A soft touch revealed a neatly-trimmed bush in a clean V over her treasure trove. Stroking her lips gently, I spread them apart and ran a finger from the base of her entrance all the way to her clit, flicking it from under its hood.
Glancing at the watch again, I remembered the slow/med/fast function. Out of curiousity I stepped back out of the room, leaving the door open to confirm my suspicions. Indeed, as soon as I flicked the control to "slow" Denise and Heather began to move their hands again, slow breathing evident. Before they noticed the open door behind them I flipped the watch back to stop to check the results.
Indeed, even if Denise hadn't consciously noticed me toying with her, her body had already begun to respond: her pussy was starting to drip down her legs. The new confused look on her face confirmed that she had no idea why she suddenly felt as she did. A hand up Heather's leg betrayed her similar situation, making it easy for me to run the tip of my finger just inside her. |