[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. All events locations and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
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The first thing people say when they see my name, Kathe, in print, is, "Hey, that's not spelled right!"
My answer is always, "Well, that's the way I spell it, with an 'E' not a 'Y'. K-A-T-H-E, like it or lump it!" That pisses some people off, but, what the hell, it's my name! I really shouldn't piss too many people off though, at least at work, if I want to keep my job. I work in a lingerie store much like a Victoria's Secret, but even more, much more, upscale and it pays to be nice to the customers there, maybe more than in other stores. This's a very large store in a very large mall.
Unlike most lingerie stores, if requested, we give very personal service to our customers, at least the female ones. This is explained at the job interview and accepting a job means accepting the extra "personal" duties as part of the job. But we do have a very large male clientele also who come in and buy things for their 'significant other' of the moment. These customers also receive excellent service, but not quite so personal (usually, at least) as do the female customers.
I've a number of customers who ask for me by name when they come in to buy. One of my regulars came in during the week of Christmas and sought me out. Pam is a 5 foot, 10 inch black haired beauty. She has delicate white skin (no tan at all, here) that is almost too pale. She could pose as a marble statue. She has 36C boobs, a 28 inch waist, and 37 inch hips. Pam is long waisted and long legged. She has a long, aquiline nose, brilliantly blue eyes, and a large smile.
This time, Pam was looking for a sexy, slut outfit, namely, cut out bra, crotches panties, garter belt, thigh highs, and stiletto heels, all in black. I picked out a sample set for her to try out before deciding on how frilly or plain she wanted them to be.
She started back to the dressing rooms and motioned for me to join her saying, "I need someone to help and tell me how the ensemble looks."
I closed the fitting room door behind us. These are really nice, large rooms with full length mirrors on three walls and the door with clothing hooks on either side of the door. There is also a large bench to sit on.
Pam started to peel out of her clothes. I should say more like slide out because, knowing she was going to try on clothes, she was dressed in sweat shirt, sweat pants, and sneakers. The mild December day did not require a heavy coat.
First to come off was the sweat shirt, in a slow, sensuous tease. I noticed out in the store that Pam jiggled quite a bit and now my suspicions were confirmed. As the sweat shirt rose over her chest, slowly exposing creamy boobs, she revealed the absence of a bra. Pam has all natural, very exquisite boobs as marble white as the rest of her skin. The aureole are very large and her nipples popped erect delightfully. I felt a twinge in my pussy as I watched.
Pam then bent down and pulled off her sneakers and anklets. In the process, her tits swung down and swayed gently, further exciting me. She stood and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her sweat pants and slowly, sensuously, very lewdly, lowered them down over her butt and pubic mound an inch at a time.
She stopped just below pussy level, looked straight at me and gave me a wicked, leering grin and a wink. My own nipples immediately stiffened inside my bra. I also felt my crotch turn liquid.
Pam had never done this before with me, she had always gone to the fitting room alone, so I was uncertain where this was going, although I'd a pretty damned good idea what she was up to. I'd heard stories of how she'd seduced other clerks here and others stores. Of course it was not an uncommon practice in our store, but it was a first for me, if this went where I thought it was heading.
Anyway, Pam finished stepping out of the sweat pants and reached for the bra in my hand. She placed her arms through the straps and asked me to help adjust the fit. Her aureole and a fair amount of breast went through the cutouts in the cups as she tugged it on.
She held the ends and said, "Fasten the thing for me, would you." She didn't turn around, but stood facing me with that "come hither" look on her face.
I stepped up to her, nearly nose to nose, reached around her, and fastened the rear closure. Close contact of her skin with her naked boobs crushed into me and staring at me from three different views from the mirrors got to me instantly. I felt my punani suddenly flooded with a Niagara of wetness.
I abruptly backed away from her, my face burning. I'd thought about "doing it" with another woman, but this was my first face-to-face confrontation with the possibility. I was shaken more than I wanted to let on.
Pam Just grinned and said, "what is it, Kathe, did something bite you?"
"N-n-o." I was staring at her naked, shaved pussy with lust burning in my eyes.
"Well, then help me put that fancy garter belt in place."
This time she turned her back to me, showing me her sweet ass. I visibly shook as she bent over and stepped into the belt. She took her time, allowing me a long look at her naked pussy lips fully displayed before me. They were shiny wet.
"Like what you see, Kathe?"
My groaning sigh was answer enough.
Pam straightened up, saying, "Pull it up for me, please."
I did, but as I got it about into place, I couldn't help myself. I reached between her legs and drew a finger between her pussy lips from her opening to her rosette.
"Oh, you naughty girl, Kathe!"
"Y-e-sss."
"Did that feel good, Kathe? I sure thought it felt good."
"Y-e-sss."
Pam abruptly turned and sat on the bench, legs splayed, once again giving me an unobstructed, eye popping view of her naked and dripping snatch.
"Well, don't just stand there with that silly ass look on your face, hand me one of those stockings, Kathe."
She wadded up the first black thigh high, pulled it on the end of her foot, and rolled it up her calf in a sensuous caress of nylon and skin. My pussy was now flowing so hard, I felt the wetness dripping out of my panties onto my inner thighs.
I stood in a daze of erotic desire as I heard, "Come on, Kathe, give me the other damned stocking, you heat crazed bitch."
She took it from my shaking hand.
Her clean shaved pussy was still staring me straight in the face. It was very obvious Pam was also leaking pussy juice like a punctured water bucket. Pam at last pulled the second stocking into place after yet another teasing display.
