Dreams come true.

Without explanation, you keep moving, though you don't put it back. This particular Walmart was never all that busy, and on this day, not even a single dressing room is occupied. You make your way over to the farthest one and open up the door. Meanwhile, Stewart looks to you confused.

"I'll just be a moment. Gotta try this one, after all," you say.

You then close the door, leaving him curious on the other side. You unbutton the rest of your top and hang it on the hook beside you. Next, your shoes, and then your pants. Finally, you can finally look over your figure with the swimsuit resting over the front, and you can't help but get excited.

After slipping it on, it takes a few moment to readjust it as to not immediately pop back out. It really is the skimpiest thing you've ever seen, let alone worn! Two thin black pieces of fabric down your body are all that conceal your nipples, and the bottoms ride up between your legs, like a g-string up your rear. Of course, you keep the hairband in as well.

"Hey, Stewart. Are you still there?"

"Yes, Alice. I'm here."

You slowly push open the door, and the boy is left in complete awe at your majesty. A goddess stands before him, garbed in nothing but bunny ears and a skimpy swimsuit.

"How do I look?" you ask.

This time, he doesn't speak at all. His body does instead. You see the front of his trousers starts to rise up, and he frantically readjusts his belt. Something is in there, and it wants out.

Still standing in the stall, you tug teasingly on the strings, causing your luscious bosom to spring up and down. "Do you think it's a little too small?"

"Y-Yes," he mutter quietly, flushed red.

"Can you come in here for a second?"

Nervous, he walks inside, and you close the door behind him. This only causes him to panic further.

"Have you seen something like this in an anime before?" you whisper. "And did you know the security cam for this stall has been busted for a week?"

His chest heaves up and down as his breathing becomes deep and unsteady. "Y-Yes and n-no," he says back, also keeping his voice down.

You step closer to him, but there isn't much room. He bumps into the side wall--the one marking the end of the series of dressing booths--and you push your knee between his legs. Your soft thigh presses against something not soft at all, and you see visible sweat down his forehead. His eyes frantically look down your figure, especially your bust, and then back to your face.

You bring up your hands in a cute manner and bounce your body up and down in place. "Is this what a bunny does?"

His eyes track every movement with intensity, but he doesn't respond. He can't.

You slip his glasses off and place them down onto the bench, and then you grab his hands, and press them against your upper chest. "Have you ever been with a woman before?" you ask.

He shakes his head.

Slowly, you bring his hands down to cup around your chest, and you press his fingers to cause them to squeeze. At this point, his cock is at fully mast, and struggling behind the fabric of his jeans. "Have you touched these?" you ask.

Again, he shakes his head.

You lean into his ear and whisper sensually. "If you're a good boy and don't tell anyone, I'll let you touch even more."

Pursing his lips and panting through his nostrils, he nods.

You then bring his hands under the straps of the bikini. It doesn't take much effort. He groans quietly at the feeling, and the sight, of you parting your top for him to see and to feel. Leaving his hands there, you reach up and slip the straps off your shoulders, and let the swimsuit fall. It barely clings onto your curvy hips. Though he isn't sure what to do, he caresses your bust with lustful interest, and then slides his hands down to your sides, and tugs you in closer. You smile, grab his head, and kiss him passionately on the lips.

With one of those hands, you slip down his stomach and then over the bulge below his belt. He moans. A woman's touch is something new to him, so you can imagine he must be freaking out. You doubt it'll take much to push him over the edge.

It's too risky for full on intercourse in the stall, and at the same time, you imagine he isn't going to do too well the first time. That doesn't matter. You're here to tease, and to make the fantasy of a cute nerdy boy come true, because why not? You loosen his belt, undo the top button of his jeans, and at this point, he's not only completely obsessed with your unclothed torso, but dying of anticipation of what you're planning.

You spring out his cock, and roll your fingers over the shift, causing him to audibly moan.

"Shh," you gesture softly. "The camera doesn't work, but there might be people around."

He quickly nods his head.

You begin gently stroking it from bottom to head, all while he continues to caress your chest. You feel it pulse, and his breathing becomes irregular. You've already been making his life, but you're about to finish that off.

Your hand slides more quickly, and you step slightly to the side, as not to aim the gun at yourself. You blow against his ear, causing him to once again audibly moan, and finally, at full speed, you nibble at the lobe. His knees buckle, and he lets out a lengthy, panting groan, as he fires his load across the stall and to the wall behind you. It continues to pump out, and you don't cease until he does. Finally, with a dizzy expression on his face, he slides down nearly to the floor.

With a smirk, you slip back on your pants, shoes, shirt (buttoned to the top now), and you let him recover. He looks surprised at your lack of underwear as you redress as well, especially after getting that dose of downblouse earlier.

"We better get back to work before Bob finds out," you say, and then you bring your finger up to your lips. "Nobody needs to find out."

Flushed red, it seems like Stewart might not be able to talk for awhile. He fumbles his wardrobe back together and puts back on his glasses. You strut out long before he's ready, but you turn and give him one last smile before you leave. "Have a good shift," you say.