Retail Therapy.

You sigh as you enter the clothing store where you had bought your current outfit from. You don’t know exactly what’s in store for you, but a horny and crazy Twi’lek will definitely be part of it.

“Hi!” chirped Veryl as she, yet again, materialised beside you. To be honest, the fact that she was an alien and that you have no idea what she plans to do with you is the only reason you are here. Curiosity was framed, the cat had commited suicide.

“Greetings” you grouch as the forest green girl grabs you and drags you off towards the changing rooms. “Is this really just going to be you using me as a dress-up doll?” you ask as the girl positioned you exactly where she wanted you, shifting you over a centimeter.

“Maybe” was the girl's distracted response as the analytical glint returned to her eyes as she inspected your midriff. You glance over at the entrance to see if any customers were coming and noticed that the door was shut and the windows darkened.

“Did you close the shop just to play with me?” you asked incredulously.

“Of course! Can’t have any . . . unwanted distractions now can we?” the girl replied, you were definitely getting insanity vibes. It was enough that you used your god powers to determine her intentions and the risk to yourself, though you framed it in such a way to keep it as vague as possible. Thankfully, she had no ill intentions for you and you expected no unwanted harm to come to you. “Strip!” the girl chirped, having made a full circuit of you while you were doing this. You sigh as you shuck off your clothing, making sure to keep them at least a little neat as you stripped down. Finally, after only a short undressing period, you are standing before the Twi’lek in your barest form. Veryl smirked as she took a couple steps back. You watched as her eyes started at the top of your head, studying your hair before scanning their way down your body and ending at your toes. The girl then began a slow circuit around you, stopping once she got to your side and starting the process again. She repeated this for your back, you could see her in a mirror that was in front of you, and again for your other side before ending at your front again. With that done, the girl took off.

You watched as Veryl rifled through a clothing rack, returning with a pair of panties which she held up to your crotch, studied the item and it’s appearance against you. To be honest, this whole process was making you feel weird, like a piece of art in a gallery, but you stood still anyway. Veryl apparently didn’t like that pair of panties because she was off again, rifling through another rack and coming back with another pair of panties. It was cute, you had to admit, but still. Veryl held it against you, taking a knee as she studied you and frowned before stroking her chin.

“Put them on” Veryl commanded and you did as ordered. You have no idea why you decided to model for this girl but hey, it’s certainly something new. With your new panties in place, and they are as comfortable as you expected them to be, you awaited Veryl’s next piece which turned out to be a pair of trousers. They were three quarter trousers, and had faint gold lines running down them. Veryl held them up beside you and then moved the garment over onto you before pulling them to the side again. “No no no, blue is better” the girl muttered, running off and grabbing a different pair of trousers, it honestly looked exactly the same but instead of black it was midnight blue. The Twi’lek repeated the process with the last set of trousers and then handed them to you, you didn’t need to be ordered this time.

Veryl’s next garment was to go straight for the shirt, no bra. She came back with a wrap around shirt that was a dark forest green, she held it up next to you, and frowned at it thought fully.

“Put it on” she commanded. You grabbed the shirt and put it on as commanded, noting that the folds joined high up on your chest, not revealing any cleavage. “Hmmm, no” the girl muttered and you took the shirt off, handing it back to the girl who ran off to find another. She came back with a mahogany wrap around, handing it to you straight away. You immediately notice the fact that it was tight as it clung to your breasts. You also noticed the amount of cleavage it showed off, the two halves of the shirt joining so low down that it was very obvious you are braless. Veryl stroked her chin, and doing a circuit of you before returning to your front and gently stroking one of your breasts. She then cupped both of your boobs and pushed them up before letting them go and watching them jiggle. The Twi’lek nodded before running off again, this time returning with high heel boots which she dropped in front of you and gave you an expectant look. You slipped the boots on and took a couple steps to get your balance right. Walking in heels always felt like you were walking on a very narrow plank, so it took some doing to adjust your balance.

“I feel like I was expecting something other than being turned into a model” you muse as the crazy Twi’lek studied your appearance again. Same as the first time but just a bit slower.

“You’re one hell of a sexy human” the girl muttered distractedly in response. “You’ll probably appear in a catalogue” she added, coming back to your front and giving you another once over. “Try some poses” she commanded. You lean forward, cocking your hip to one side and sticking your hand on your waist, letting your other hand dangle in front of you while you twist your torso ever so slightly to the other side. A flash goes off and you are aware your picture, or holostill, was taken. You straighten up, raise your arms above your head and close your eyes, another flash. You drop your arms and turn around, looking over your shoulder and putting a hand on your hip. Another flash. You face where the flashes are coming from and just stand straight, that also warranted a flash.

“Good enough?” you ask, looking at Veryl who nodded in response. You frowned at the lack of a verbal response and gave the Twi’lek a look. You noticed she was staring at your shirt, or your breasts, the two are interchangable at the moment. Suddenly the girl was on you, her lips, remarkably soft, pressing against your own. You are surprised by this turn of events and thus, the girl, who is shorter than you, as you suddenly noticed, managed to push you back into the changing room you had just been modelling in front of.

You end up being pressed against the wall of the changing room, the girl kissing her way down your neck as her hands slide under your shirt. She pulls it up and you let the shirt come off, though you suspect she could remove it with her retail magic anyway. This lack of a shirt now reveals your boobs to the world and the crazy Twi’lek went straight at them, fondling them, kissing them, running her tongue around your areola. You moan at the tingles suddenly assailing your chest. The girl kissed her way back up to your mouth, pressing her lips to yours and dashing her tongue between your own lips, you focus on the duel of tongues while Veryl slips her hands into your pants and slides them down. You are freed of your lower garments, both of them, when Veryl slides a leg between yours and pulls you forward. She spins you around and you take the opportunity to press her against the mirror. There were two mirrors in this change room so the both of you should be able to see each other’s arses but you are more focused on pressing your lips to your new lover. The act of pushing Veryl against the mirror surprised her for a moment before she got herself under control, still kissing you, she shoves you back into the opposing mirror, following you the whole way there. Once your own butt cheeks are pressed to the cool reflective surface, Veryl steps back. It doesn’t surprise you that she strips herself off in what amounted to only one motion, her right hand going up and her left going down. You aren’t sure how she did it, but she did it, this has left you with a forest green Twi’lek, naked as the day she was born, standing in front of you with a smirk on her face. You could also see trails of her arousal running down her legs.

“Dressing me up got you that hot and bothered huh?” you ask with a purr.

“Yup!” the girl chirped before launching herself at you again. This time you caught the crazy alien, hooked your hands under her arse cheeks and lifted her up even as she wrapped her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck. You kiss each other in a blast of passion, tongues dancing as your boobs pressed into hers, nipples rubbing. You slide down the mirror until you are seated on the floor of the changing room, the awkward position forcing Veryl to tilt backwards. You grab her legs and help her along, taking a nice long lick of her moist womanhood, getting that sweet taste of girly pre-cum. Veryl for her part, moaned a long, loud moan as you dragged your tongue against her snatch. You grin at the green girl who lifted her head to stare at you. Suddenly, in a fit of flexibility, Veryl twisted herself around and rolled until her face was in line with your own snatch. You then had a tongue dragging itself across your own snatch, eliciting a moan from you. The girl grinned before repositioning herself so that she was on her knees and pressing herself into you again, her arms around your neck and bringing your lips into hers. This position had the probably intended side effect of pressing her snatch into yours, a fact that was not lost on you, especially when she began rubbing herself against you. You sigh into Veryls’ mouth as the folds of your snatch rub against the folds of hers, the tingles building in your core.

You made out with Veryl for what felt like an eternity as the girl slowly ground herself against you, the tingles slowly building up. You slide your hands down her back, grabbing her arse and begin to help her along, rubbing the Twi’lek against you harder. This also caused your clit to interact with her own, the twin love buttons flicking against each other for added stimulant. Veryl moaned at the same time you did and all control was thrown to the wind. The girl upped her pace, now lost in the build up of pleasure, same as you. She fell backwards, resting her weight on her hands in order to provide more strength to her pelvis as she rubbed herself against you faster and faster. You both moan in time with the motions, soon the pleasure building up until the world dropped away. Your own hips buck in an attempt to tide you over the edge into bliss. Your hands, still on the girl’s arse, press her into you harder, neither of you even noticing, other than the increase in pleasure as you both frantically buck against each other. Finally, you hit the edge, you cry out your orgasmic pleasure as an electric jolt hits you, sending your muscles crazy and the lightning arcs of pleasure shooting through your body.

It’s a half minute before you come down from your orgasm, you slide your hands up Veryls’ back and pull her onto you, pressing her against you. Veryl happily puts her arms around you and the both of you close your eyes to the afterglow, your snatches still connected and sending jolts through your body every time either of you moves. The two of you stay like this for an indeterminate amount of time before either of you speaks.

“That was the weirdest sex I’ve ever had” you sigh into Veryl’s neck. She smelled faintly of something fruity.

“First time a girl’s ever lasted long enough for me to want to . . . you know,” Veryl replied, kissing your own neck gently.

“First time with a girl?” you asked, gently stroking her back. You get an affirmative hum in response.

“Only sex I’ve ever had is with guys who like taking advantage with girls, I hated it every time, so I stopped” Veryl told you, snuggling into you and sending a jolt through your loins.

“Glad to be your first” you sigh into her ear, kissing her neck. You get another affirmative hum.

“Come back and we’ll do this again” Verly said, though this time she sounded a little ****.

“You love the dressing up part” you say, Veryl nods into your shoulder. “It was strange but I can put up with it if it means intense sex in a tight cubicle” you say with a chuckle, you get a pleased hum from your cuddle buddy.

“I like it tight and cosy” she whispered back. The two of you fall into silence and enjoy each other’s company.