The Fit

The thought of showing off to the preppy kids in The Fit made Sally's pussy tingle just a bit more than the other two in Brown's. She skipped across the boulevard in the mall to the store, her tits bouncing deliciously and her thong rubbed against her achingly wet sex. She could feel her skirt rise and fall up over her ass as she bounced, and she knew there was more than a few people taking in the sight of her taut, barely legal ass as she put it on show.

The air conditioning made Sally's nipples even harder, especially when combined with the thrill of a good 20 or 30 people taking a look at her ass. The male clerk saw her skip in and his eyes darted between her crotch and chest. He swallowed hard and a practiced smile curled his lips. The girl had gone in the back and Sally lost track of her.

"Can I help you?" the clerk asked. Sally sized him up; probably her age, tall, athletic body, frosted hair, whitened teeth, fake tan. She'd have thought he was gay had it not been the way he was looking at her chest.

"Well," Sally said, one hand idly stroking up and down her cleavage as she leaned on the other on top of the tall counter. Her tits almost jumped out of her top with the pressure and she could feel the buttons at her chest straining. Her finger tips made her shiver as the manicured nails raked down the goosebump covered skin. "I was hoping to get fitted. Nothing too extravagant, nothing too loose, but just something comfortable that I can slip on and off," she said. Sally licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and smiled. The clerk seemed to be at a loss for words for the minute.

"I think I have exactly what you're looking for," the clerk said, staring at her tits openly. Sally adjusted them by wiggling in her spot. She could feel her right nipple pop out into the open, her dress catching on the fabric and pulling it aside.

"Oops," Sally said with a smile. She looked down and flicked the sensitive nub with her pinky. "She just popped right out, didn't she," Sally said matter of factly. She made no effort to put it back, but she moaned lightly as her finger tip and fingernail played with it.

"Uh....yeah. I think if you follow me to the back, we can get that fitting started," the clerk said.

"Why don't you follow me?" Sally said and spun away from the counter. She giggled and walked through an aisle, stopping every few steps to look at shoes on the bottom of the rack, making sure her skirt pulled up over her ass when she bent. When she wasn't bending, she was stretching, showing the sodden crotch of her lacy black thong as her pussy lips tried to swallow the material. The clerk hung back far enough to watch the show, but stayed close enough to answer questions that she came up with as excuses to flaunt herself. Eventually they made it back to the fitting chairs.

Sally sat in one of the plush chairs, draping her left leg over the arm rest and presenting her right leg for the clerk. He knelt and stared up into her super-heated snatch as her fingers idly stroked her clit through the material. Sally could feel that her thong was wet enough to wring out.

"So are we going to fuck, or are you going to eat me out?" Sally asked, slipping her fingers inside the thong but keeping the material covering her rapidly moving fingers.

"Well, uh...." the clerk said.

"You didn't think I came in here for shoes, did you?" Sally laughed.