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I am 30 years old, with a decent body and a good, thick 7-inch dick. This is an incident that happened during Diwali shopping time when I went to the mall. From the parking lot, I began to see a pretty girl who arrived in an Audi. As I was shopping in different parts of the mall, I began to see her at various shops.
Talking about her, she was pretty. She was wearing blue denims that perfectly fit her legs and ass curve. Her heels made her ass curve look better, and her jeans fit even more nicely. She was wearing a full-sleeved, tight grey shirt which accentuated her boobs. In other words, she was a hottie. A rich hottie.
So, I just began to follow her from a distance while shopping, checking her out. When she went to the food court, I grabbed the opportunity to get closer and stood next to her at the counter. She had a strong perfume. It smelled like a rich, hot girl.
She ordered for herself and stood beside me, waiting for her order. I browsed through the menu and asked the cashier what was good. Just when her food arrived, I looked at her and asked, “What is that order? Is it any good? It looks good.”
She smiles, “Yes, I like it.”
Me: “Okay, yeah, it looks good. Thank you.”
She: “No problem, just tell them to add extra olives. that’s the key.”
Me: “Thank you.” (Smile)
She went to eat, and I ordered the same dish and ate at a different table. As she finished and was just about to leave, she came by and asked, “Is it good? Did you like it?”
I quickly said, “Oh yes, yes, it’s good. Thank you for the suggestion.”
She seemed satisfied with the answer and walked away. Before I could even see where she went, she had already disappeared. I looked around and couldn’t find her, so I went back to my shopping. I walked into a dress shop, saw a dress I liked, and took it to the trial room.
This shop had three trial rooms, and all were occupied, so I was waiting outside. After a few moments, one of the trial room doors opened, and I saw this same girl coming out. She was trying on a grey pencil dress. As soon as she saw me, she smiled and went out to show her fit to the salesperson.
Meanwhile, I entered the room to try on the dress. The jeans fit well, but the shirt not so much. I came out, and she was waiting for the same trial room (her things were in the room), which I realized after I opened it.
She: “You were at the food court, right?”
Me: “Yes, thank you again for that suggestion.” (Smiles)
She: “No problem. What do you think about this dress?” (And she poses and turns around.)
Now, let me say a fit girl in a fitting pencil dress is a turn-on. Here was not just a fit but also a sexy girl with excellent curves showing off her curves. I was enjoying it. I just nodded in approval.
She: “Will you say something?”
Me: “You sure? You won’t like what I say.”
She: “Why? Is it bad? Tell me, please.”
Me: “This kind of dress suits you, but this colour is bad. It doesn’t bring out your curves, and the sexiness is not seen.” (I realize I overspoke). “Sorry.”
I silently walked out of the area to look for a shirt for myself. After browsing and finding the shirt, I looked for the girl. I realized that she must have left already. I walked into the trial area and slowly pushed the same door open. She was there, sitting on the cushion.
She: “Hi, how is this? Is this better?”
She stands, turns around again, and shows her curves. She was wearing grey again but with designs.
Me: “No, yeah, why do you like grey? Try something like black or red. you will stand out more.”
She: “Okay, wait,” and she goes to get her dress.
I walked into the room because I was trying on a shirt. I didn’t bother to close the door fully and just tried it on. Once I was satisfied and about to remove the shirt, I saw that she was standing outside and watching me through the mirror, through the door gap.
I intentionally removed it slowly and did some flexing. She thought I was doing it for myself. But I could see her eyes drooling, wanting more. Then she went back out. Seeing that she went out, I thought maybe she got offended or something.
I, too, came out of the room. I came outside for billing. she was already gone. I billed my clothes and came out. Suddenly, there was a shout.
She: “Hey…”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t realize it was for me.
She: “Hey, food court hottie…”
I turn around and see her.
She: “Come here, na.”
I walked towards her.
She: “See, I have a big last-minute party to attend today, and you seem to know enough about dresses. My stylists are all on vacation for Diwali. So, you will help me.”
Me: (Hesitantly) “O-okay.”
She: “Don’t worry, I will pay for your time. Maybe in kind.” (She gave a sly look.) “Come, let’s get into this shop.” (And she walks in.)
I didn’t realize what just happened. I just followed the girl rather followed her ass. She picked up 2-3 dresses and went to the trial room while I stood outside the room like a bodyguard. She changed and came out in one of the dresses, and it was even worse.
She was wearing a dress. The only thing I liked about it was the easy access to her pussy, and nothing much else. She holds the dress, gives a curtsy, and asks, “How is this?”
Me: “The only good thing about that dress is that your legs are visible, nothing else.”
She was annoyed with that comment, went back, and didn’t lock the door. The door slowly opened, giving me just a small view. She removed her dress. I could only see her arms and that she was wearing a black bra. She quickly wears a white see-through dress, opens the door, and comes out.
She: “Now?”
Me: “What is the party for? For you to get laid? This is slutty. Look at the black inners clearly visible.”
She: “Hmm. What if I remove the inners?”
I was suddenly taken aback and confused. I had a chance to see a glimpse of boobs in a mall now—a sexy boob. Before I could even say anything—
She: “Wait, I have an idea. I will get matching inners.”
My excitement at asking her to remove the inners and try it vanished upon hearing that. I just nodded, and she went out to get the inners. After a few minutes, she came back in a dress, a dark maroon bra, and a panty.
She: “I will try this dress,” and she walks inside.
She went in and just pushed the door to close, leaving it half-open, and I could clearly see her in the mirror. She saw that I could see and just turned the other way, exposing her backside to the mirror. I, too, acted ignorant and looked elsewhere—up and to the side, to be precise.
I slowly, stealthily took a few glimpses. She had completely removed her black bra and worn the new maroon bra. She couldn’t close the clip, so she still wore the dress on top of it and removed her jeans. She then comes out with her back unhooked and asks, “This is better, no?”
Me: “Yes, this is better, but the size should be bigger, no?”
She turns her back: “Try zipping, na.”
I tried closing it, but more than focusing on zipping, I was focusing on tracing her back and making contact. I was lost in my imagination.
She: “Done? Or are you still enjoying it?”
Me: “Sorry, this zip is not happening. You must change to a bigger size.”
She: “Please get it, na. I can’t go out like this.”
I walked out, grabbed a bigger size of the dress, and came back to the trial room. She had already closed the door, so I knocked. She opened it, peeped her head out, pulled me inside by my collar, and pushed me to the cushion in the room. She had already removed the top.
She was only in the new brown bra, and it was pushing her boobs up, making the cleavage look big. I was staring, and I was getting a huge hard-on. She slowly sat on my lap, her legs apart arms around my neck. She brought her cleavage close to my face.
Her smell was still intoxicating, and this visual was only making me want more. I just pushed my head and dug into her boobs. Using my teeth, I pulled her bra out and threw it away. I went back to kissing and licking her boobs.
I was softly biting her nipple and playing with it while my other hand played with her back. She stood and pointed at me to remove my pants. I didn’t need another invitation. I quickly removed and dropped my pants and underwear. She pushed me back to the cushion, turned around, and sat on my lap.
She began to slowly squat and enter my dick in her pussy. Due to the positioning, she was able to go deeper. I was enjoying her ass moving up and down while I grabbed her boobs from around. After a few slow strokes, I wanted speed.
I stood up, grabbed both her arms, made her bend her back, and began to fuck her from behind hard. I could see her feeling the pleasure through the mirror. After a few deep strokes, we were both controlling our screams. I pushed her out and came on her ass with a controlled moan.
Feeling the pleasure, I fell back to the cushion. She was not satisfied and quickly went on her knees and started to suck my dick, giving me a blowjob. She was an angel with her tongue. I was only getting hornier, and my dick began to get harder.
She then sat on the cushion, lifted her legs wide apart, and invited me to fuck her pussy deep. I quickly began to fuck her, and she started to moan. She quickly changed position by wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips.
I was holding her and pushing her to the wall. Her weight was pushing her pussy deeper into me. After a few deep strokes, just when I was about to release, she began to pulsate and wrap around me harder, feeling her orgasm.
Her orgasm was also pushing me to mine, and we both orgasmed at the same time with loud moans. Relieved and exhausted with what just happened, we fell back to the cushion. After a while, she got up, got dressed, paid me 5,000 rupees, and just walked out like nothing had happened.
I quickly dressed up and followed her out. But by then, she had already walked out of the shop and onto the lift. Not understanding what happened, I went back to the shop to pick up my dress. As I was walking out, the salesgirl said, “Sir, please choose a pair of dresses for yourself. Madam has asked me to gift you.”
Me (confused): “Eh?”
Salesgirl: “She just paid 8,000 rupees cash, asking you to choose a pair and for me to keep the change.”
Me: “Not bad. I get laid, paid, and decked.”
Salesgirl: “Hehe, for that sound I heard, you surely must be rewarded.”
I just smiled, thinking I might have another chance here. I went back to my shopping in the store. I was reminiscing about the sex I just had with an unknown person in an unexpected way and place.
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