The Store

Cindy stepped up close behind Tommy, carrying a button shirt she'd picked completely at random from the racks, and stretched to put her arms around him to place the shirt against his chest. At a petite five foot three her real reason was so she could nestle the curve of his ass against her crotch and put pressure against her zipper, and in turn, her clit.

'What do you think of this?' she asked.

Her boyfriend wasn't fooled by her question, but took the shirt and for a moment pressed back a little against her, before turning around to face her. He pulled a face.

'It's OK. You want me to try it on?'

She nodded a little, her eyes sparkling, and he got the idea of what she really wanted to do. His eyes lit up with mischief too, as he handed the shirt back to her.

'Better get me a large one, and not a medium.'

She grinned and darted off, while he moved closer to the dressing rooms and started scoping things out; not too warily, because then anyone watching would be suspicious of his intention and jump to the conclusion, say, that he was looking to steal something. Still, he knew he was the luckiest guy in the school - hell, probably the whole world! Though he'd been born and bred in west Texas, his black skin still marked him out for attention, even when his family moved to the east of the state when his mom got a senior executive position and really started raking in the money. Normally it wasn't such good attention, but when he first laid eyes on Cindy at his new school not more than a month ago, and her on him, they'd been practically inseparable. They'd fucked one their second date, and mostly at her urging, though it had been her first time ever. His previous times had been nothing special, but something about her made him keep his mouth shut about the whole thing, even though he didn't have that many friends to talk to. He'd checked her out a little, but there'd been no stories about her putting out, so he was more than a little surprised that she'd been completely uninhibited in the sack. Shit, they even found out that she liked doing it in public, which was a scary but thrilling too, and new for him as well. He watched her walking over now, a new shirt over his arm, her breasts jiggling and the nipples tiny but hard and pushing through her top. The look of excitement in her eyes was obvious, and it jacked up the swelling in his trousers another notch - she was sure something else. She grinned but said nothing as handed over the shirt.

As he stepped inside the corridor to the changing rooms, she glanced around. A few customers were browsing around, and one that could be a store detective was situated so that he could see what people were carrying into and out of the change rooms. From a nearby rack she picked a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and turned to walk into the change rooms, when five women friends all stepped out of the change rooms, talking loudly until they saw her, and suddenly stopped. For a second she feared what she was up to, and turned away to avoid eye contact. The ladies behind made their more subdued way past her, and she sighed with relief and stepped into the changing room hallway and made for the back room where she knew he'd be.

Cindy knew these Burdeker's stores was the best place to shop for clothes - or rather, for her type of "shopping". The doors didn't stop two feet off the floor like other places, so you couldn't see if there was more than one person inside, though there was a space at the bottom that let you see the shadows if someone was standing there.

At the last door she stopped and pushed open the door and stepped inside, speaking softly but clearly as she went.

'You better be nekkid Tommy, or I'm gonna - Oh, shit!' She stopped, horrified.

A redheaded woman was in there, her back to Cindy but topless and wearing only high-cut pale lime French panties with matching four inch heels. Cindy tried to back away, but the door had already swung closed behind her and the way was blocked. Besides, the sight of the woman was magnetic, and Cindy couldn't tear her eyes away. They traveled all over her body, drinking it in, and her heart started beating a little faster. Though maybe ten years older than her own eighteen, she could see no line, wrinkle or mark on her body.

It wasn't until she realized she couldn't take her eyes of the full, round contours of her heart-shaped ass that Cindy actually started to blush.

The redhead was about to tell the cute blonde to scram, but when she looked over her shoulder she could see the girl's nipples under her T-shirt, and that piqued her interest. The size of her breasts would be slightly above average on someone close to her own height - nearly six foot - but on this wasp-waisted little thing, they look enormous. Amanda dropped the dress she'd been about to put on and turned around slowly, cocked the traditional pose of one foot slightly in front of the other, her weight on her back leg, and put her hands on her hips.

Amanda liked watching people appreciate her beauty, and was delighted to see the tip of a little pink tongue trace a line along her lips as the blonde took in the sight of her small but perfectly shaped tits. She knew it wouldn't be long now, and mischief played across her eyes when she watched the blonde's eyes drop down.

Cindy tried to drag her eyes away, but from the second the redhead had turned around she'd been unable to move or think clearly. Now her gaze dropped lower, following the gentle curve of her stomach and a cute navel stud, and then to the French-cut undies that were - yes! Definitely partially see-through, so she could see a furry patch that hinted at red hair to match the thick tumbling curls on top. As if she had willed it, the redhead changed her stance, letting her see the gap between her toned thighs before it closed again, the other leg now in front. Christ, her skin was so smooth, with no sign of a freckle anywhere.

Amanda felt a thrill in her loins at the sight of the blondes' little pink tongue lick at the corner of her lips and changed her pose again, this time standing with her legs slightly apart, realizing she was getting a little moist from being on display. She was excited to see the blonde's chest rising and falling in time with her own.

'Take them off,' Amanda said quietly, her voice soft as honey, with a hint of whiskey huskiness.

Cindy's eyes came up.

'Wha? Huh?'

'I said, take them off.'

Cindy started blinking, and Amanda realized she was about to loose her.

'I want you to take off my panties. Now.'

Cindy tried to moisten her mouth, and Amanda saw her lips working.

'You want to see, don't you?' Her voice was soft and insistent. 'You want to know - I can see it in your eyes. You're asking yourself; exactly how red is her hair is down there?'

Cindy nodded a tiny little nod.

Amanda brought her legs together a little, denying the little blonde any further glimpse.

'Well, this is your chance to find out,' she said seductively. For a moment she thought she'd lost her, but then the blonde stepped up and put out a hand to take the band of the panties.

'Uh-uh, honey. You gotta use your teeth.'

Up close Cindy could smell the woman, and the scent competed to send even more blood to her head. Suddenly she was kneeling on the floor, putting her head at exactly the right height to lean to the side and take the edge of the panties between her teeth. Her breath was fast in her throat, and she almost tilted over, but then the woman's hand came and touched her shoulder, holding her steady as she tugged down on the panties, folding the top over about six inches, until they were stretched tight across her body and would move no further.

With a gentle push of her fingers, Amanda guided her across to the other side, and let her work it out for herself. For the grand unveiling, the little blonde put her mouth on the top band of the panties and pulled down. Amanda felt that hot little breath over her pussy, but had enough control not to make any noise other than a slight wobble in her breathing.

Cindy watched in delight as the dark red hair was revealed an inch from her eyes in a heart shape, in awe when she realized there were tiny beads of glistening moisture running down the center, and a scent that drove into her brain and started jackhammering into her libido. She was unaware that her own hand was lightly massaging the front of her jeans.

Amanda wondered if she was going to continue. She'd done all she could - she could lead the horse to water, but couldn't make it drink.

Cindy looked back up the long legs of the woman, past that glorious thatch and over the delightful breasts. Though small they looked delectable and lickable and she realized one would probably fit entirely inside her mouth. She stood, and came up to the woman's shoulders. Cindy lowered her head.

Amanda was delighted. There might be more to this little thing if she was interested in some tit action as well. Her nipples hardened to steel under Cindy's attention, and Amanda's head fell back against the mirror behind her when the blonde bit down a little harder than she probably intended. She paid attention to her reaction though, and was soon alternating gentle sucking and pulling with nips from her teeth. She let out a little yelp when the blond ran a finger through her bush, then dipped it inside her.

'Cindy? Where you at?''

Cindy stopped, frozen. Tommy!

'Uh, y'all looking for that lil' blonde?' said Amanda with an infuriating calm. She saw the little took of terror on the blondes' face. She didn't want her boyfriend to know.

'Yes'm,' he replied. 'She, uh, she was tryin' on some - '

'She ran outta here when I was on my way in. I think she was gonna throw up.'

'Damn. Uh, thanks ma'am.'

Cindy waited a moment to make sure that Tommy was gone, and looked up into the woman's green eyes. Her finger, wet and hot because it was still inside her pussy, began a gentle back and forwards stroke, circling the entrance and tracing a line up to her clit. She liked the look that came over the redhead's face when her finger traced that little bump - as if she was shaking internally. She pulled the finger out then brought her hand to her mouth, before slowly sucking her finger into her mouth and tasting her juices. Sweet Jesus, it was delicious, and she unconsciously growled low in her throat!

Amanda watched the carnal desire on Cindy's face as she suck on her finger like a miniature cock. She'd expected that she would have to lead this little thing more than she had so far, but from the look on her face there would be no stopping her now.

As Cindy took a step back, Amanda's hands came up and lift the T-shirt in one quick swoop, surprised and delighted that the large breasts weren't encased in a bra. She didn't stop though, and quickly unsnapped Cindy's jeans and pulled them down her legs, revealing her black lace thong. She ripped that off in a heartbeat and left its tattered remains on the floor, and then she pushed Cindy's naked body onto the generous bench seat along the wall and swung the girl's legs over her shoulders.

Amanda licked her way down her legs and thighs, across the other, and when the look on Cindy's face was such sweet agony, finally traced her tongue from her ass to her clit, and back again. Each time she dipped a little deeper into the blonde honey pot, and then spent a little longer torturing the clit, trying to suck it into her mouth and almost lifting the blond off the bench.

Cindy was in agony and ecstasy. Each time the redhead lashed her with her tongue, she was sure she was going to come all over her face, but then she'd switch technique and the pleasure would move, from a pulsing dagger from her clit to her head, then the maddening waves as she licked at her box, and the hot shameful thrill of her wet tongue on her puckered anus. She didn't know it, but she was crying out quietly.

The noise was getting Amanda off. She focused her attention on drilling her tongue as deep into Cindy's pussy as she could, hoping to drive the girl wild, and it worked. Cindy started gasping, but soon grabbed her head and pulled her face up.

'Make me come,' she demanded, then kept one hand in the redhead's mane as she pushed her head back down to her box, and used the other to twist and pull her nipples.

Amanda had her orders now, and she focused her tongue on the blonde's pussy, trying to pulse her ministrations in time to her breathing, but soon she forgot that and just licked the shit out of it. Her left hand kept a firm grip on the blonde's thigh so she couldn't crush her head, and with her right hand worked two fingers into her tight wet pussy, churning the free-flowing juices into a lather. Cindy started moaning louder and Amanda knew she was getting close. With an index finger she traced the saliva and pussy-juice soaked path to the little blonde's ass and waited for just the right moment. It came when she trapped the little nub of clit-flesh between her teeth, and flicked her tongue across the top of it in a blur. She felt the blonde's legs tense and tighten around her neck and her moans catch in her throat, so pushed one finger into her ass and her thumb into her pussy, and popped her clit into her mouth and sucked hard.

Cindy screamed and came hard, as she knew she would, gushing all over the redhead's face. The finger in her ass was new, but she rode the three sensations overwhelming her body - ass, finger-stuffed pussy and mouth on clit - like a trooper, but eventually she shuddered to a halt.

She must have passed out for a second or two, for when she opened her eyes the redhead was no longer between her thighs, but stood there smoothing down her dress.

Amanda saw in the mirror that the blonde was awake now. She tossed aside the shirt Cindy had brought in and which she'd used to wipe them both down. Though desire still pulsed through her pussy she had other obligations and couldn't stay any longer. She winked at Cindy.

'I'll catch you next time. I - shop - here every now and then.' She turned, bent over and kiss the little blonde on the lips, gently touching tongues. She pulled away and gently shook her head. 'Such a fine tasting little pussy,' then pushed out the door and left.

A man was standing close to the entrance to the changing rooms.

'Everything OK, Miss. Burdeker?' asked the store detective, but with a glint to his eyes. He'd heard the little scream and it brought back his own memory of when he'd busted the store owner's daughter pleasuring herself in one of the dressing rooms more than a year ago.

'Oh, hello Charlie. I haven't seen you in a while. How you been?'

'Good, ma'am. My Cheryl's got some part-time work down in cosmetics, so I only do this to keep my hand in.'

'Hmm, and what a fine hand it was too, if I remember correctly.' The man blushed in memory. Though unwilling to break his marriage vows by fucking this beautiful woman, he had strong, experienced hands and Amanda could remember riding his fingers to multiple orgasms that seemed to last an hour. She glanced at her watch: she getting late for her next appointment. 'Tell you what. There's someone in room eight that might need a hand just like yours,' she said, smiling and walking away.

Amanda's meeting with the zoning board had gone three times longer than necessary because she couldn't concentrate properly, and she was in a foul mood. When she finally got out of the county assessors building the car wasn't waiting, and she irritably called on her cell.

'Where are you?' The normal honeyed tones of her Texan accent were missing from her command.

'A block away, ma'am,' replied the chauffer.

She hung up without reply. Of all the nerve! The meeting had ended up a disaster. They'd gone round and round on every point, and she knew what they wanted. Though she was the daughter of the Scott "Chainsaw" Burdeker, with eight premium shops around central Texas, these chumps thought she was a fool because she was beautiful, redheaded and sometimes - ok, usually flirtatious. But they all secretly thought she wasn't up to the challenge of pushing through zoning variances to meet her daddy's expanding empire plans. Whether it was kickbacks or some other favor, every one of the men in this afternoon's meeting wanted something from her, while all she could think about what the taste that lingered in her mouth, and when someone could do something for her. Well, fuck 'em. And not in the way that at least two of them wanted!

The Lincoln came around the corner and stopped. She never waited for Burt to open the doors, and got in herself.

'Sorry ma'am, but the traffic police was onto me.'

'No, Burt. I'm sorry for being a bitch. I shouldn't have been so rude.'

Burt ducked his head and pulled away from the curb, heading north to the Burdeker ranch outside of town. He'd been driving for the Burdeker's for almost two years, and the only person he knew who thought Miss Amanda could be a bitch was Miss Amanda.

'You have any plans this evening, ma'am?'

She shook herself, startled from her reverie.

'No, not really - ' The memory of the feel of the blonde's ass under her hands and the pressure of her legs wrapped around her head came to mind. She'd been in such a hurry not to be late, she didn't even get her name other than the "Cindy" called out by her boyfriend, but she wondered if Charlie got the information. The flash memory of his hands on her own body made her nipples peak, and even Burt noticed them protruding against her dress's material.

'You know, I think I, uh, left something at the West 44th Street store. Can you take me back there?' She checked her watch and saw it wasn't yet closing time, but she pulled her cell phone out while Burt changed directions and headed that way.

'Howdy Eustace, it's Amanda...no, I'm fine. Not a lot, but I was in your store earlier today, and I think I left something in one of the dressing rooms...can I speak to the store dick...oh, Eustace, don't be such a prude...store "detective' then - I think his name's Charlie. He was around at the time. Sure, I'll wait.'

In a few minutes Charlie was on the line.

'Miss Burdeker?'

'Hi Charlie. I believe I left something in the dressing room this afternoon.'

'You mean - uh - '

'Yes, that's right. I'm thinking it's such an easy thing to take home, someone probably took it. Maybe you know where it went?'

'Well, gee, I don't know,' he said, before he caught onto what she was asking for, and his brain sprang into action. 'No, wait. I, er, believe something was purchased, so there might be a record of a credit card.'

'Excellent. Listen, I'll be there in a few minutes. Can you meet me? Thanks.'

The car pulled up in the parking lot. Most of the slots were empty, except for the employee ones. Amanda had pushed her daddy that the employee parking should not be relegated to the ends of the earth. She'd said to him "If our customers see that we care about our employees, then they'll know we care about them. Don't make them schlep all over the parking lots."

Aside from wondering where she'd picked up the term "schlep" in Texas, her father eventually agreed, and she was well regarded by all the staff for that alone.

She leaned forward from the rear seat.

'Burt, can I be an absolute pain? If I give you money for a cab can I take the Lincoln?'

He turned to her with a furrowed brow. Why would she want to borrow - he shut himself off.

'Of course, Miss Amanda. You don't need to worry about the money. Your father - '

She interrupted him with a wad of cash.

'Take Curtis out tonight. My treat.'

He eyes shot fully open in horror. He'd decided when he got the job with Scott Burdeker that they would never know he was gay. He'd lost too many jobs in Texas that way, though they always claimed it was for some other reason.