Service with a smile

Robin turned, startled. She looked into the eyes of the store manager and smiled lustfully.

The tall, blonde man approached the woman, never taking his eyes off of her body and the way it filled the tight red dress. His hands cupped Robin’s full breasts through the satin fabric and gave a gentle, but firm squeeze. "Yes, you are perfect. You don't even need a bra to support these marvelous globes. As I said, this dress is made for you. If you wear this any man would be putty in your hands."

"Any man other than my husband," Robin murmured softly. Then speaking up, she challenged the man who was caressing her breasts, causing her nipples to harden under the thin fabric. "Did you mean what you said about looking good enough to eat?"

The man did not reply. Instead, he dropped to his knees, and lifted the short skirt of the dress. Holding the dress up with one hand, the man tugged Robin's tiny panties down her legs. She lifted a foot and the man removed them completely. Without a single word, he buried his face between her legs and began licking Robin's pussy lips.

Robin reached behind her, undid the dress clasp and zipper, and pulled the garment over her head. Unencumbered by the dress, the man began running his hands all over Robin’s hot, sleek body. He caressed her tight ass, he rubbed her smooth back, he explored her firm legs, he tantalized and teased her now-tender breasts. All the while he continued licking and sucking the outer lips of Robin's pussy.

His expert tonguing and his skillful hands soon had Robin swaying in the changing room. His tongue began worming its way into her pussy as it grew wet and opened to his ****. The man was soon lapping up a steady stream of juices flowing from Robin's pussy. Leaving her slit, his tongue began a firm and systematic lashing of her now-swollen clit. Gliding his hand up Robin's leg, he pushed two fingers deep into her quivering pussy while he continued to lick and suck her super-sensitive clit. Pushing his fingers deep within her, the man began twisting and spreading the long fingers.

Robin sighed deeply and began dropping back. The man steadied her with his other hand as Robin's pussy quivered and contracted on the fingers buried in her slit.

"Damn, we have to shop here more often." Robin looked across the room at her smiling friend, Liz. "They certainly do give good service, don’t they Robin?" Then addressing the manager, who had finally pulled his cum slicked face from Robin's pussy, Liz continued, "Say, Hans, would you like to give me a hand with my selection?"