In more ways than one

Glancing those bright blues down to the clothes and back up to me, she put her phone down with an exasperated sigh, taking my items and starting to ring them up. This was much too soon, I had barely had time to learn about her yet. Playing the ‘overly touchy father’ role rather than ‘mall pervert’, I talked sweetly to the tight teen while reaching my hand out to grab her arm, making my interruption clear. “Oh Sara, not yet sweetie. I actually wanted your opinion.” I gave her a pleading look as I held onto her thin forearm, like a sad loser of a dad and not some creep who was toying with a teenager.

Sara pulled her arm away and rolled her eyes, starting to cancel my purchase while answering me with a slacked jaw, “Okay yeah, what?” She asked in an annoyed tone, clearly disregarding any sense of etiquette. Taking the clothes back, I held up a pair of shoes and a couple tops I’d gathered. Time to lay it on thick. “It’s for my daughter. I have no idea what she would like or what looks good. Would you be a doll and try some things on for me? She’s about your proportions, you’d be helping a lot.” My eyes couldn’t help traveling down for a peek at Sara’s chest, those massive tits just hanging there for someone to stare at.

Sara’s own eyes followed mine, noticing how low her top had fallen and how much cleavage she was showing. Pulling the neck of her shirt up and stepping back, her level of discomfort was obvious now, but she must be making a percentage off commissions or something cause she walked around the counter and walked towards me. Grabbing at the items in my hand, she threw them all on the counter, falling in a disorganized mess that she would have to clean up later. “Trash. You picked nothing but trash. Follow me.” Sara said in a frustrated tone, letting out a large exhale as she headed for the shoe racks.

The view of her tight ass walking away from me in those thin leggings was mesmerizing, no doubt my mouth was hanging open as I followed, Sara surely noticing my gaping jowl through the mirrors. The farther she went the more my mind wandered, and it was affecting me physically. An obvious bulge had started to form in my pants, all thanks to the devilishly sexy Sara. I tried to cover up but it was not subtle enough, the busty teen spotting the pair of hands covering my crotch when she turned around.