Hands-on observations, with a dirty idea.

Bit of oxygen, and the world was your oyster. With a single breath, Caleb looked the woman over and licked a lip. Her body really was in fine shape, with just the right amount of slender thickness. He would nestle his head into those cracks and valleys any day of the week.

Like they say, he closed his eyes, you never know until you try.

From what he could gather, the most outstanding thing was how no one so far seemed to be bothered by him, or what he did -- anything, in fact, he did, not even if it was spanking them hard on the bottom or covering them in his own genital fluids. If this was true, then he could do whatever he wanted. Whatever he pleased, whomever he pleased. If this was true...

Then that meant this blonde broad was no different from Rachel or that girl looking at the rack. Speaking of racks, he had one idea.

Caleb re-opened his eyes with renewed luster, the woman still studying the two pairs of panties in front of him.

Taking in her pleasant, benign scent, Caleb inched ever closer. Once he was close enough to bridge the gap with a ruler, he bent forward and buried his face into her chest.

The softness of her breasts, even with the brassiere, was unmistakable. The feeling of being there between two cushions of flesh, with a woman who didn't bother charging him; it was heavenly.

"Oh, so that's what you got your head in, is it?" she asked dismissively. Intended double-entendre or not, Caleb kissed and blubbered his lips against her chest while she simply stood there and let him. Glorious.

Even after being there for a couple seconds and her own acknowledgement, she didn't push him off or shrill a cry for help. Either she was a masochistic gogo girl or this was all happening as he so spontaneously calculated. Deduced. However, so ever.

He grabbed her butt cheeks and pushed her against him. Her lower body pressed to his, he pushed his hips forward. Tentatively but undoubtedly, he ground against her naked pussy, due for a curt trim. He thrust and pushed, his clothed member already hard at the thrill and physical contact. Not main-course ready, but titillated beyond his wettest dreams.

I... I really am, he mentally foamed, the casual smell of her smooth chest filling his nostrils, I really am doing this.

He slipped one hand down, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Smoothly, he drew it through her pubes until he reached her pussy.

"Ooh," she suddenly grew a little rigid, then relaxed. A gentle shudder coursed out of her body as her arms faltered to her sides. Her two panties were still between her fingers. "That's not what I meant when I was was asking for an opinion, you know?" she mildly humored. "Trust me when I say my husband has gotten to know that part of me very -- oh!"

Caleb's fingers raced through her sex. Lifting his head from her boobs, he looked up at her and rubbed her butt with his other hand, asking, "You don't mind where my fingers are right now? Despite being married?"

The woman moaned a little, and Caleb felt moisture already forming around his sloshing appendages. "Oh, sorry, what was that?" she asked, looking at Caleb apologetically as she breathed in, attempting to re-compose herself. Her, she was the one sorry for not hearing him because he made her moan from teasing her pussy lips in a private changing stall. Right.

Digging his hand deeper against his snatch, she held back another conceptual moan as he reitereated, "You don't mind that I'm fingerfucking you, right now, right here?"

"After masturbating yourself to orgasm, and cumming on my thighs?" she laughed. "You better," wink. "I wasn't really asking for it, to be honest, but I suppose being half-naked in front of a man will do that to 'em, huh?" She sighed. "Sorry about that. Not that I'd ever go down on any man besides my husband, let alone a kid like you." A weak but sincere smile crossed her cheeks, and Caleb nodded.

"I understand," his voice acknowledged, though inside was an explosive reaction. A blown teen brain was a brain blown. If this wasn't confirmation nothing was. Ringing Rachel's ass was more incredulous in a way, he simply wasn't thinking about it. Not only did she show disdain for such actions when Dylan performed them but brushed them aside when he did it; he did all that in public, in front of several people, and even this same lady. And no one, not even her, had said anything. That security guard had been stomping toward them, but for reasons that may have been completely different to what Caleb had presumed. Anything. It could've been anything.

Considering the last time he was 'accidentally' tazed by hotel security, though, he wouldn't blame himself for jumping the gun. Voltage was real, man.

"Mmm," he felt her breath simmer across his neck. Her face when he looked at her said it all. She was enjoying this, zero resistance as she did.

With a slap to her ass, Caleb enjoyed the warmth of her butt fat. Then suddenly he conceived an idea. A nefarious, wicked experiment.

"Come with me." He removed his hand from her pussy and opened the door, causing her to drop her panties. Looking around the stall, he grabbed a belt from one of the hooks and gave it a whip across her butt, just for good measure. Then, pushing on her ass cheek with a hand, they moved out of the changing rooms. The woman followed along, helped on by the **** being placed on her behind no doubt. "By the way, I'm Caleb."

As they passed other stalls, she smiled and stretched out a hand. "Donna." Caleb took it. "Nice to meet you, Caleb."

His eye noticed a wispy sundress tossed over one of the stall doors. Instantly he realized another opportunity for nuclear testing. "Stay there." He turned away from Donna, who decided to idle by half-naked as Caleb moved towards one of the stall doors. Once he noticed it wasn't latched closed, he bust it open.

A cute girl with raven hair that fell all the way down to her mid-back squealed and turned to face the intruder. When she saw Caleb, she instantly relaxed, letting her hands fall from both halves of her body. "Oh, hi," she said, despite being covered in but her underwear, which was a conservative set of white cotton bra and panties. "Did you need something?"

Caleb walked up to her and squeezed her breast through her bra, then kissed her. She lazily returned it after a second or two. It wasn't strained, but it was relatively dispassionate.

Smooch released, Caleb looked at the girl and said, "I was going to go help that woman over there model some clothes in variations of poses for the store to see and assess for their own. Did you want to help?"

"Um," she looked down, "I don't... know, I'm kind of shy about showing my body to others, especially out in the open like that..."

Despite the natural objection, there was not a single trace of chagrin in her voice regarding the proposition itself -- posing out half-nude in front of a family-friendly store environment was apparently acceptable, because it was his idea, after all. Caleb shook his head in lucid satisfaction.

"Well, I think you have a wonderful body." And she did. It was lovable, creamy white and smooth. More to love that way, while also being slender, like Donna. The perfect thickness in her legs while possessed with that irresistible feminine allure. She seemed barely a year above him, and her face was adorably cute. A great model in the making, really. "Come on, let's go."

"W-well, if you want I guess I'll just put on some clothes and--ah!"

Grabbing her arm, Caleb casually flung her to Donna's side. After disentangling themselves, the older woman looked at her, and introduced herself. While the raven-haired girl was introducing herself as Bethany, Caleb explained the idea to both of them, repeating what he had told Bethany earlier.

"You girls ready?" His eyes watched as they turned to each other, then back to Caleb. "Come on," he playfully encouraged while his eyes ate their bodies up. He knew he was safe from any harm, now; from this point on, he planned to revel in it. "Isn't this a normal thing in this store? The good 'ol honor of the in-house modeling duo dutifully picked by the designated picker, to commit to any pose the patrons desire in any kind of clothing they want? If, you know, two hot ladies in their underwear is a bit too on the nose for them. And naturally, there'll be some incentive to provoke some kind of response in certain groins by doing so... even if it means showing off your best assets the lewdest way you know how."

Suddenly, for the first time in a while, Caleb's eyes drifted to his watch. A brief glow emanated through the glass.

"Right, of course!"

His attention was brought back to the women. Bethany was bashfully holding up a fist, as if to assert herself. "I'm ready, and it's... it really is an honor, mister..."

"Call me Caleb."

"Caleb," she smiled, even bowing her head a little.

"Aw, you're such a doll, sweetie," remarked Donna to Caleb, offering a smile of her own. "You didn't have to pick me, you know."

"Oh Donna," Caleb went forward and grazed her pussy lips once more, causing her pupils to shake just a shred. "With this hot MILF body, who wouldn't be cumming in front of you."

The blonde woman laughed and slapped Caleb in the shoulder, calling him some kind of harmless play-word or other. The teen then squeezed in between them, and, two hands on one of the other's buttock, pushed them out with him into the open of the store.