Pants shopping

Olivia covers her mouth, “Oh my! I didn’t expect that.”

You laugh and shut the phone down. “It’s pretty shocking. But it won’t take until tomorrow.”

Olivia leans into you. “It’s just us today. What do you want to do?” She whispers seductively.

You pull her hand and up your pace, “Let’s go clothes shopping.”

“What did you want to buy?”

“Lilliana isn’t strict like the old president.”

“That’s true,” your sister responds with a broad smile.

The conservative outfits you always wear aren’t a dress code per se. It’s just that you’d be ostracized by the old president. If you really stood out, she would kick you out no matter who you were.

“For now, I want you to buy pants,” You explain with a smirk.

“Why pants?” Olivia asks, confused.

“Isn’t it sexy to pee in pants? If you wear a dress, it won’t be that noticeable,” you explain quietly.

Your sister teases, “You know my kink isn’t humiliation.”

You lean over and press your lips against her cheek. “You still love it,” you seductively say.

Olivia turns towards you. Your lips press together as she looks into your eyes. “I don’t mind it. But what gets me off is my little sister’s lustful eyes looking at me.” your lips tickle as she flicks her tongue.

You moan, “mmm, only my eyes get you off?”

“You know everything you do makes me horny.”

You are both sensually licking each other’s glistening lips and wrestling with each other tongues. Your eyes are unwilling to part. Slowly, you become more passionate, shoving your tongue into each other's mouths while groping each other. Forgetting you are in public on the street.

After enjoying each other’s sensual embrace, you break away, finishing your trip to the store. Thankfully, the streets are quiet today. The clothing store you went to last time is in front of you.

You enter, remembering that the shop owner didn’t appreciate your incestuous antics. But you’re interested in getting her leveled up. You look around, and the store is empty besides Allison.

Allison perks up and gives you a business smile, “Ah, Miss Squirters. Welcome.” She steps out. Her outfit is similar to last time: a button-down shirt, a simple black vest, and a pair of tight-fitting black dress pants. Her high heels click on the ground.

You say, “We’re here to buy some pants.”

“Oh?!” Allison exclaims in surprise. Her blond ponytail bounces energetically behind her.

You and Olivia laugh. Olivia says, “The new president isn’t so nitpicky.”

Allison smiles, “Is that so? Us employees won’t get to see her until the opening speech.”

“Look forward to it. You’ll be surprised,” you say. “Are you free?”

Allison nods. “I don’t have anyone scheduled until the evening.” Allison pulls out a drawer with a variety of fabrics. “Please look at the different fabric choices while I prepare the sample pants.”

You pick out some nice-feeling fabrics as Allison pulls out various pant designs in our size.

“We want them to be form-fitting,” You state while looking at the pants.

Allison asks, “How form-fitting do you want the pants to be?”

Olivia responds, “Skintight.”

You add, “Including the butt.”

Allison tries to hide her embarrassment by responding, “I’ll have to do new measurements then.”

“Of course,” you respond with a smile. It’ll make it easy to gain seconds with her.

You and your sister take off your dresses. You remove your soaked panties due to the wellspring trait you now have. Your inner legs are coated with your sexual fluids. It’s embarrassing as you drop your dripping panties on the table.

The smell of a woman in heat spreads throughout the store. Allison looks at your legs, and you both blush. Your vagina flutters like a fish and drips your arousal fluids onto the floor.

“Sorry, I get aroused easily,” You sheepishly say.

Allison shakes her head, sending her ponytail swinging. “No, I, I run into this all the time. Don’t worry,” She professionally says. Her lips twitch a bit in her smile, but she does a good job.

“Thank you for understanding.”

Allison walks over with a rolling tray filled with her equipment. She measures your waist and hips at multiple points and writes them down. She then measures your outer leg.

Her hands hesitate as she kneels before you. “Excuse me,” Allison squeaks. Her hand glides across your ankle. Her fingertips dip into your arousal fluids. You can’t see her face since she is looking down at her hands, but her light touch shows her nervousness.

She measures the width of your leg. She is slowly moving up. Her gentle touch tickles you as she inches closer to your inner thighs. She can no longer avoid looking at your lower lips as she measures your thigh. They flutter and produce more arousal fluids, displaying how turned on you are.

As Allison measures your inner thighs, her fingers press near your vagina. So close but not quite. You bite your lip as you try to control yourself. But then she begins measuring your flower filled with nectar.

You weren’t expecting such thorough measuring. Her fingers glide along your outer lips. Allison’s sleeves are covered in your fluids. Her warm breath teases your most sensitive spots.

Finally, Allison’s finger glances across your clit. Electricity shoots into your brain, and the sexual tension explodes into an orgasm. You blast the poor shop owner with your girl cum drenching her.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry,” you apologize, kneeling down to wipe your cum from her face.

“Ah, haha, no, it happens all the time,” Allison responds in a monotone voice.

She finishes by measuring the depth of your ass crack before moving on to your sister. Allison made a mistake by doing you first. After watching you get such an erotic measurement, she is now all dripping wet. Of course, it’s not to your extent.

Olivia endures like you and is about to cum when you use true denial on her. Bringing your saved orgasms up to 20. Your sister gives you a frustrated face. But the relief on Allison’s face makes you feel justified. You’ve put her through a lot of trouble today already.