Outing with Mila (part 2)

I was almost afraid of stepping inside.

The store Mila led me to wasn’t very big. It was perhaps only bigger than the average convenience store. But peeking inside, it was like an entirely different world. Red carpeted floor, full length mirrors along an entire wall, clothing racks of different shapes and sizes all over the place and neatly arranged, mannequins that almost looked like they were dressed in gold and silver, glass chandeliers on the ceiling... I could buy a shirt here and lose three months of savings.

“There’s not many people,” Mila commented, glancing around. “This is either very good or very bad. I hope they didn’t take everything already.”

Mila went into the store without issues, and was even greeted warmly by the staff who clearly knew her already. She looked absorbed in her search for something nice to wear, to the point she went deeper into the store while I was still outside.

I started panicking. Should I go in as well or wait outside? Was it even appropriate for me to go in? It looked like they only sold women’s clothes. Maybe a man going in was bad form? What if I got odd looks from the staff? Maybe I should just wait outside after all.

“Oliver, what are you doing?” Mila called, standing in front of a mirror with a blue shirt already on hand. “Come here! I need your opinion!”

I flinched. I cleaned my shoes on the concrete floor outside the store before going in and made a beeline towards Mila, awkwardly nodding hello to the woman behind the counter as I passed.

There were few people around, like Mila said, but we weren’t exactly alone. There were three other women in the store, and I thought I could feel them staring at me and whispering that they hoped I went away quickly. I didn’t actually hear anything, and they didn’t stare that much, perhaps giving me the odd glance once in a while. I was just being paranoid like always.

“It’s like I thought. People got here early and bought most things on sale already,” Mila pouted. “Let’s see what we can scavenge.”

I went along as she picked up practically everything that seemed her size. She dragged me to the hallway where the changing rooms were and had me wait just outside the door in front of hers. At least we were out of sight from everyone else now and I could relax a bit.

After a minute Mila opened the door and showed herself already in a completely different attire than her school uniform. She changed fast!

“What do you think?” she asked me, though her face said she wasn’t convinced by the clothes in the slightest.

I agreed with her. She was wearing a red, almost pink, loose, long-sleeved top with a yellow diamond pattern. Along with it was a long blue pleated skirt.

I shook my head. “Isn’t it… too bright and flashy?”

“Right?” she agreed. “The top isn’t all terrible, but maybe with some other skirt…? No, not my style at all. Next.”

She was ready in less than a minute, really making me curious about what was happening behind that door. I had heard she was getting offers to be a professional model, so maybe she was getting ready by learning how to change in an instant?

“I think this is better, but what do you think?” she asked, showing herself off and doing a slow, smooth spin.

Now her outfit was a black tube top that showed her shoulders and a bit of her midriff, and a long satin skirt with a leopard print. Simple, it accentuated her figure incredibly (her bust and waist in particular) and seeing her with naked shoulders got me a little excited. She looked really sexy and fashionable at the same time.

I nodded. “Looks really good. I think it suits you.”

“Mmm, really? It is nice, but I’m not a big fan of animal prints. If they had this skirt in another print or another color… Still, maybe I’ll get the top. Okay, next!”

I found myself growing curious of what she’d wear next. Who knew shopping for clothes could actually be fun? I sucked in a short breath as I heard the door opening, then choked when I saw her in a black, glittering high slit dress with spaghetti straps and such a low neckline that it almost showed her entire bra-less chest.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. One of her smooth legs was there in display, her breasts played at being hidden while knowing full well everyone could see, and the contrast of the black dress on her milky skin and shiny platinum white hair was stunning. I wasn’t staring, I was gawking.

“Now THAT reaction I like.” Mila grinned gleefully. She snuck her head out of the dressing room and had a quick look around. After seeing no one, she dragged me inside the room and locked the door.

“H-Hey…!” Whatever I was going to say didn’t come out, because Mila made sure to seal my lips with a hard kiss. She got her arms around my neck to pull me closer, and falling into her pace, I ended up kissing her back and putting my hands on her waist.

“You like this dress?”

I swallowed. “…You look incredible in it.”

“I don’t get many chances to wear stuff like this, though. Hmm… Maybe prom?”

We had an entire school year ahead of us until that happened, and yet I could see it. Mila entering the gym full of students, clad in this tight, high-slit dress and drawing all eyes to her. I pursed my lips and pulled her closer without realizing it.

“Oliver?”

“Sorry.” I shook my head. “I spaced out.”

“Maybe you were thinking of doing naughty things to me right now?” she asked sultrily.

“…We shouldn’t. Not here,” I said, fighting with the last of my mental resilience.

“No one can see us, Oliver.”

Her smile broke me. I was the one to **** a kiss on her this time, and she was all too eager to receive me. Our tongues met, and while we fought to keep our voices down, I slipped my hand inside the dress’ ridiculously low neckline to directly fondle Mila’s boob. She shuddered and moved one of her hands down to my crotch. She rubbed me through my pants, making my erection even harder.

I began kissing down her neck, going to her shoulder, her cleavage and finally taking one of her nipples in my mouth. I was sucking on Mila’s tits in the changing room of a store I’d never been to before, and I hated how excited it made me. I’d been constantly finding myself in situations I’d fantasized about a thousand and one times, but never had the slightest hope they’d ever be real. My anxiety over getting caught fought with my **** need to devour Mila, and the need was winning.

Mila held my cheeks with both hands and pulled me into another kiss. She licked my lips, sucked my tongue and moaned softly. Then, without warning, she pulled away, grinned mischievously at me and said, “Okay. That’s enough for now.”

She opened the door, pushed me out and closed it behind me. I was too out of it to do anything about it, or even realize what had happened. It took me nearly a minute to come back to my senses.

God. That was SUCH a dirty move…! But I didn’t hate it. It just made me wish that we could find an opportunity to finish what we started. Mom and Isabelle would be home today, so inviting Mila to my place was probably a bad idea, but every fiber of my being was asking me to have sex with her.

Dammit. What could I do?