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It was in the last Summer. The heat had a hard time again and humid over the city, it was unbearable. I decided to take a day off and stroll a little through the city. A few purchases were due and the thought of my office with the large windows on which the sun was burning did not exactly increase my desire to work.
After an extensive breakfast in my family bistro, I walked through the shopping streets Dercity.
Amazing how nice weather and sun makes people happier. Laugh and only happy faces, and many pretty, only slightly dressed women. I grinned in front of myself, enjoyed the sight …
Ah, yes, I wanted to buy a jeans, I remembered when I saw the jeans shop. Pleasant cool welcomed me, there were very few people in the shop.
The business is in the half -cellar, a little below the ground floor, a long, narrow hose, shelves on the walls and tables in the middle. I rummaged in the jeans, once again considered what size I need (why can’t I remember that?))). A voice from behind asked “I can help you?”. A voice like velvet, slightly smoky, but very female.
I turned around and looked into a bright smile. Steel blue eyes, a cheeky short hairstyle, somewhere between red and chestnut colors, a sweet snap nose and a mouth that brought my endorphins to the distribution ..
“Uh,” I stuttered, “yes, hm, I’m looking for jeans.” -” Oh, “she laughed, I wouldn’t have thought of that now!” I had to laugh. “What size do you have?” – ‘Well, that’s the problem, I can’t remember it,” I grinned back. She measured me with an estimating look, let my eyes and head hike slowly from my face, stayed at my bottom for a moment and then looked directly into my eyes again, smiled at me.
I had taken a closer look at her. It was petite, but very busty, wore a jeans that sat like a second skin and a top that the fabric had more ancested than Erzertarg.
“501, blue?“She asked and long went to the shelf. I just nodded, despite the air conditioning, I was suddenly hot. “The changing room is back there,” she pointed to the back corner and marched off with the jeans over his arm without turning around.
How hypnotized I trotted afterwards. Smiling, she stopped me the door of the locker room, the very last changing room in the row. I grinned a little stupid, took the jeans held on me, and she let her go down the door. I took off my jeans, slipped into the new one and already found that it was at least one number too small.
Before I could look around for her, she opened the door and immediately looked at the not yet entirely attracted jeans.
“Too small?“She smiled and I didn’t get rid of the feeling that she had deliberately given me too small. Then she looked me in the eyes, a look that would immediately turn an iceberg into a watery of water, took my buttocks and whispered: “I thought that you shouldn’t hide such a horny cracked butt.“Her hand kneaded my buttocks, she slipped into the cabin and pushed her body against mine, her lips approached and she kissed me. Her Tongue Quickly in my mouth, danced on my tongue. With one hand she massaged my buttocks, the other drove into her pants and long to my tail, which was noticeably awakened.
She rubbed over the standing standing standing, groaned slightly.
I took her breasts through the top, big one nipple I felt hard, big nipple. I took them between thumb and index finger.. .She twirled, pulled her gently. She groaned and pressed her abdomen against mine.
Her tongue raged in my mouth, her hand pushed the panties aside to comprise my tail without disturbing fabric. She massaged him vigorously and skillfully. Then she loosened from me, crouched and put her lips over my cock. Nibbled on the glans, let the tongue hike along the shaft to take the whole tail deep into the throat the next moment.
The whole thing may have taken a maximum of two minutes.
Suddenly she gets up, smiles at me and says: “I’ll bring you a suitable one.“I stand there pretty belomed, my stiff tail protrudes from the haibic jeans. Her head reappears in the door and she holds me a new jeans. It sits like a glove. “Fits?“If she puts her head in.
I nod, take off my pants and hold her down: “I take them.” -” Fine “she laughs at me and disappears with her pants.
I put it back in a dump, try desperately to stow my stands in the jeans. I leave the changing room and look for it. Not to see. I flinch my shoulders and trot through the long shop to the checkout.
It is not here either. I pay, the operation at the cash register presses a bag of my hand and I go to the output. I turn around again, but it cannot be seen.
I stand out a little bit outside, the heat falls like a tiger. I stroll a few meters further to a street cafe and sit down.
Ordering an ice cream cafe and sipping. A strange experience, I think, a shame that she was suddenly gone. Just why? Somehow that spoiled my mood, I drive home.
It’s nice and cool in my apartment. I take off my clothes, want to put on the new jeans.
I shake the bag, the jeans fall out. Slip into the jeans and think of her again, your eyes, the hot look, the sucking tongue …
I habitually put my hands in my pockets to smooth them inwards. My rights feel paper. I pull it out and want to carelessly throw it into the waste because I think it’s a piece of paper that was on the jeans.
But, it’s a green note in heart shape. “Get me at the store from this evening, I have free at 6 p.m.“I read it once, twice, three times. Grinse, laugh. I’m happy.
And of course I was at the jean shop at 6 p.m.
What happened further? Well, another time ..
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