Steamy Summer Job

So..... one summer growing up I got a job at a department store. I grew up in a conservative Midwest city in the 1990s. I was a bit of a wallflower but still had some 'fun' in high school. This particular summer, I decided I needed some spending money and to save up a bit. So I applied and got a job at the local mall which had two department stores at either end. I got a job at a place that rhymes with Tracy's.

To set the scene, around 18, I had my blonde hair cut short just above my shoulders, the typical 90s look of low rise jeans and I liked to show a bit of mid-drift. My bra size was a modest 30b back then. I was in shape from running track and cross country.

My section was the ladies clothing department. I was typically teamed up with older ladies that assisted with custom alterations and measurements. It was a really boring job. As the new girl my main task was folding clothes that people tried on in the fitting rooms and didn't want to purchase.

The most fun part of the job was watching all the adult men circling the intimates section until they thought no one was looking. I would size them up and try to guess what they would look at or pick. Were they a corset guy or a teddie and matching panty guy? Sometimes I would sneak up and ask if they needed help finding anything. Three out of four times they would turn red and decline then retreat away from the intimates section.

However, I remember fondly one night when someone didn't turn red and retreat. I sized up a tall good looking guy which had to have been at least 15-20 years older than me. He was looking at a real skimpy lingerie set in a bright yellow. It was very lacy and included stocking straps which connected to the panty and a had saucy push-up bra.

I snuck up beside him and asked in my most innocent voice if he needed any help. This is where they usually scamper off. To my utter astonishment he responded with an affirmative. He basically looked me up and down and suggested I was his wife's size and wondered how the ensemble would fit.

Time out, as a naive 18 year old, I had NO CLUE this was 'a thing.'

Now it was my turn to blush. I can still remember his piercing blue eyes, five o'clock shadow, and well built frame. He pleaded with me that he couldn't get the wrong size or else it would ruin a big European trip they were taking. I was like butter under those cool blue eyes.

My hands shook as I took the yellow lingerie and he followed me to the fitting rooms. He waited patiently in the next fitting room over as I disrobed and put on the lingerie. For the record, prior to this moment I had NEVER worn real lingerie before. I knocked on the adjoining wall and he took this cue to enter.

I partially covered myself when he entered and closed the door behind him. His eyes roved up and down my barely 18 year old figure. Those eyes looked hungry. My heartbeat raced as he inspected the lingerie and my body. I let my hands down and let him view me in the sexy yellow outfit. I remember feeling wet and my nipples perking with the excitement. As my confidence grew I turned around and gave him my best pouty face while cocking my hip and ass out while pushing out my modest chest.

He took a step forward and pressed his body against mine. I felt his hands reach around and squeeze my ass while pushing me against a hard length in his pants. My legs wobbled in realization. This wasn't some guy from high school I'd fool around with, this was a man. He had a slightly sweet cologne on his neck. He leaned down and kissed my my lips, then my ear, and then my neck. A warmth rushed through me and I felt myself moistening the yellow lingerie thong

I felt like I was melting in his arms and I was too intimidated to know what to do next. He grope my ass and then worked his way up to knead my tits with his strong hands. My nipples were sensitive and responded by pebbbling in hardening pleasure. I let out a little whimper and he put a finger over my lips.

His other hand dipped down the front of the thong and probed my warmth. I exhaled sharply as he found my swelling clit and traced the folds of my pussy. None of the guys from school had EVER touched me like that.

He turned me around and continued groping my clit with his hard on now against my ass. My breathing began coming shallow and ragged when I heard the sound of a zipper. I gasped as his thick cock slid between my thighs over the yellow thong. It was so warm and slick with precum. He thrust his hips back and forth sliding it against my legs and thong covered slit.

I felt him push my shoulders forward causing me to catch myself on the fitting room bench. I was bent over 90 degrees when felt him unclasp the and pull down the thong. Gravity caused my small tits to go bell shaped and swing forward. I looked up in the mirror in time to see his man sized cock enter my pussy. There was a sheen of sweat on my naked body and the yellow lingerie lay strewn around the fitting room. My knuckles gripped the bench tightly as he opened me up. Luckily I was dripping wet from the anticipation and excitement.

I closed my eyes and focused on the wet slapping sound of his pelvis against my young toned ass. His breathing got rough and he asked if I was on the pill. I panicked not even thinking about something like that in the hear of the moment. To my relief and disappointment I felt him pull out and a jet of hot white sperm painted my back. My knees wobbled and a mini orgasmic wave went through me. The man wiped off his seaman with the yellow lingerie and I tidied myself up the best I could.

He bought the soiled lingerie and gave me a $20 tip. Thank you mister!

It was my first time with a real man. That wasn't the last time I modeled intimates for guys that summer. But I'll always remember the first.

❤Viktoria