I'm the manager of the leather goods store at my local mall, and I've got a story to tell you about what happened there this last holiday season. Surprisingly enough, they closed the whole mall down, supposedly giving the shop workers a day with their families.
Even so, I still had to go in and do She stops in at work after hours. a few things I wasn't able to finish the night before. Fortunately, I have a key to the back door of my store, so I got in. My boyfriend came along, since his family had done all their holiday stuff on Christmas Eve.
So there I was, doing my manager stuff, while Paul looked around the store. He'd been in before, so he knew the stuff he liked. Stepping straight to the racks of leather jackets, he grabbed one he liked and put it on, then he went to a display of leather caps and found one his size. Standing in front of the mirror, in his tight blue jeans, in a leather jacket and cap, he looked like something out of one of those old biker movies. He looked fabulous. I felt myself getting wet at the sight.
Next he asked if he could try on a pair of leather pants. As if he really had to ask! I told him to go right ahead, and when he started toward the fitting rooms, I told him not to bother, we were the only ones there. A smile spread across his face, and he unzipped his jeans quickly. I get a feeling that almost every guy has a secret fantasy about stripping down in the middle of the mall, or something. Anyway, Paul's jeans were in a heap on the floor in a flash, and he was soon strutting around in a pair of tight black leather pants.
I thought I'd cum right then and there! Here was the hottest man alive, only about six feet away. Suddenly, I got an idea, and told Paul to close his eyes and wait for me. When I was convinced he wasn't peeking, I dashed to a few racks, then ran to the fitting rooms.
After a few minutes, I told Paul he could open his eyes again. When he finally found me, his jaw nearly hit the floor and his cock nearly burst the seams of those leather pants he had on. I was wearing a leather halter top over my 32C's, a tight leather miniskirt, (under that, I was wearing leather thong panties, only he didn't know that, yet), and a pair of high boots. I asked him, "What's the matter, don't you like it?" and all I got in response was an incoherent mumble.
I slowly started walking toward him, making sure I swung my hips with each step, so I could emphasize the shortness of the miniskirt. When I reached Paul, I pressed my body against his, my leather clad breasts flattening against the hard leather of his jacket. Slowly, I reached down and ran my hand over the big lump in his pants. Paul moaned and pressed himself harder into my hand, then snaked a hand around my waist then up under the short skirt I was wearing. When he found my bare ass with just a thin strip running up my crack, he moaned again and lifted me onto the checkout counter.
Kneeling down, he pushed the miniskirt up and pulled aside the crotch of the leather panties I wore. I swear, he must have been nearly asphyxiated by the smell of pussy, but he didn't miss a beat as he lowered his head and lapped up a big dollop of cream that oozed out of my sopping cunt. He had me going harder than ever within a few minutes, and I moaned into his ear that I needed his hard prick inside my pussy, immediately.
Reluctantly, Paul straightened, and with a sigh of relief, released his throbbing cock from the tight leather pants. I reached out, grabbed his thick member and guided the huge purple head to the entrance to my leaking pussy. Reaching around and grabbing his ass cheeks, I pulled him in to me, burying the full length of his nine-incher in my suctioning cunt in a single stroke.
