You were such a valentine treat. Just what I asked for, a willing victim. I can't help tugging at my panties as I remember all that happened last night. My pussy is still so deliciously tender.
You know, the perfect night starts with the perfect outfit, and that was the beginning of a wonderful day for me. I went shopping early yesterday morning at my favorite erotic wear store. There were so many things too chose from, but in the end I had to go with the leather. There's something about black leather clinging to all of my curves that make my nipples scream for a tongue, and that's just what they got. I know you would have loved to watch, but maybe you can stroke that big dick for me now, and I'll tell you all about it.
The young brunette sales girl kept watching as I took piece after piece into the dressing room. At first I thought she was watching to see if I was shoplifting, but as I took in the leather vest, mini skirt and thigh-high boots her hungry eyes gave it all away. I knew I had found just the ticket, accented by a perfect black satin thong. I gazed hungrily into the mirror at myself, nipples straining as I knew they would, and ran a hand down to the heel of my high-heeled boot. I checked the mirror behind me to make sure my ass was exposed just enough for a nice view. Then I opened the dressing room door, and waved a little to get her attention.
"Excuse me. I can't seem to get the laces straight on the back of this vest. Can you help me?"
She ran her eyes over me like a caress and blushed slightly.
"Oh, sure."
I walked back into the dressing room and held the door open for her, firmly sliding the lock into place behind her.
"What seems to be wrong?" ,she asked between staring at me, and the floor.
"Well, they seem to be twisted or something," I presented my back to her.
Nervously she ran her fingers over the laces, twisting and straightening them.
"This one seems to be twisted all the way around. I think, umm, you may have to take it off to get it straight," she almost whispered.
"Oh ok," I began to smile to myself, as I unbuttoned the front and freed my large breasts. I turned around and slid if off my shoulders, making my breasts jiggle slightly in from of her eyes."Do you think you can help me? I'm no good at this sort of thing." I held out the vest and waited for her to come closer.
As she reached out a hand, I stepped closer, Putting my nipples at her eye level.
"Or maybe I can help you." Quickly my hand shot out running up her thigh and under her tiny little jean skirt. Within seconds I bypassed panties and ran a finger between the lips of her shaved pussy. She was so drenched. I almost lost control.