Fashion Week in Elysium

As the cashier disappeared into the back, John felt himself harden as he briefly thought about following her in. He'd always fantasized about fucking in a store's dressing room, but right now, it would mean costing himself a private show. Instead, he grabbed the chair from behind the register and pulled it in front of the platform near the entrance to the changing area.

After a few minutes, John heard the door open and turned to look. His jaw dropped as he saw the cashier slowly approaching, hips swaying with each step, wearing an all-black set with a transparent teddy, stockings, and heels.

"Like what you see, handsome?" she asked, shooting him a smoldering look as she slowly stepped onto the platform. She moved with a deliberate grace, every step designed to show off her body and the garments framing it. She glanced down to John's crotch, where there was a visible tent forming, and smirked. "I guess you do."

She started to pose for him, eyes locked on his. First, turned to profile, hands slowly running down her sides and along the curves of her hips and ass. Then, straight on, arms pushing her breasts up and highlighting her impressive cleavage. Finally, she turned away from him, legs spread out, hands clasped above her head as she started swaying her ass side to side.

Any doubt in John's mind that this was an invitation vanished when she bent over and started wiggling her ass faster. He stood up, stepped onto the platform, and pulled himself against her, hearing her gasp as he put one hand on her hips and pressed his crotch into hers. He savored her grinding on him for a moment before reaching down with his other hand, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulling her upright.

"I'm glad you like this one," she said in a husky, breathy voice. He move his hand from her hair to gently caress her neck, while the other slowly snaked around to her front. "It's one of our top sell- oh!" She gasped as he pressed his fingers against her clit through the teddy, legs going weak. John moved his elbow around her neck, applying just enough pressure to help her stay upright without **** her.

"I can see why," he said, as he pulled the crotch of the lingerie to the side and returned his fingers to her now exposed opening. He moved his head next to hers as she writhed and whispered into her ear, "we wouldn't want to ruin the merchandise, would we?" She moaned in response, and he felt her already slick entrance start to practically drip.

He glanced into the mirrors on the platform and grinned. From three angles, he saw the cashier's face, eyes closed, mouth hanging open, turned towards the ceiling. Her chest heaved with staggered breaths as pleasure ripped through her, and he could see her knees nearly buckle as he intensified the pressure on her clit. He slid the straps over her shoulders and pulled her top down, exposing her beautiful, sexy brown tits. Not huge, but big enough to give both of his hands a good fistful to squeeze.

"You know" said John "I think I will take this one. Do you want to know why?" She silently nodded in response "Because" John went on while peeling the rest of her body out of the black fabric "Seeing you in this made me want to fuck you even more than when I first set foot in this store." The shiver this statement sent through her body made the slutty piece of underwear slide off her ass and fall to the floor. There she was, standing naked right in front of him. Perfectly visible from every angle in the mirrors around her.