Handjob

"I'm flattered," she said, pointing towards my hardon. "I'm not into girls though. Not even girls with something extra."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, embarassed.

"Don't be sorry!" she said, stepping over to me and throwing her arms around me. The feeling of her tight little body pressed against me didn't help. "That just means you have good taste. But it does create a problem when it comes to trying on swim suits. Maybe I can help."

Tamala shifted slightly and one of her hands dropped down to my cock. She smiled at me as she wrapped her panties around my shaft and started stroking me.

"How is that?"

"Good."

She leaned in and kissed me as she jerked me off. It was a soft and sweet kiss with no passion behind it, but it was still hot ass hell.

"Now be a good girl and finish so we can try on swin suits," she said after a couple of minutes, and I didn't disappoint.

Tamala shoved her tongue in my mouth to stiffle my moan as I climaxed in her dirty panties. When I was spent, she released me, then neatly folded her cum filled panties and laid them on the chair.

"Now, back to the fun," she said.