Salt Lake Licks (Half True) - Sex Stories

Salt Lake Licks (Half True)

The skiing sucked, the season being almost over. The condo is full of people, where to go? Time to shop. “How about this one?”…I hold up a crop top and tiny leather skirt for him to see. He nods with approval and I move on to the dressing room. It’s cute, it’s tight, and black leather looks really sexy and I like it even though I’m looking for something a little more bad girl…my body turned, looking at my back side in the mirror I see a face peek through the curtain. “Can I see?” an excited little voice…”of course you can sweetie.” We both give a quick peek outside and he steps in the dressing room and pulls out his cock. It’s already hard and I bend down to lick him softly, making sure my panties peek from my skirt in the mirror. Hmmmm. I gently grab at his balls and give a last long suck and let him go, we don’t want to get caught… But that outfit just isn’t what I’m looking for and I go back to the floor, perusing the racks. A few of the salesgirls pass by, one of them is wearing a little leather herself and it looks really good on her. Her long brown hair is thick and falls over a leather vest, no shirt underneath and you can see her smooth stomach before her short school girl skirt. Of course he can’t keep her eyes of her, and despite myself, neither can I. I can’t help thinking to myself, too bad she didn’t catch us in the dressing room… And then I find something that I just have to try on…black leather, one piece, pantsuit, straps everywhere on top, criss crossing up ...

... and around my breasts, my shoulders, my stomach. Hot. I’m staring at it, wondering how to even get this on when the sales girl comes by. “You should definitely try that on, it’s so hot, here, let me get you a dressing room.” I’m in the room trying to work my way into the suit and thinking, what if, what if she came by and came in the room and what if she started helping me, and touching me, and…and then she does come by and raps lightly asking how it’s going. Surprised a little, I mumble a quick “alright”, but somehow I think she knew, I think she could tell and she said, “with that one, you might need some help, do you mind?” “No, please” and I push the curtain aside. I’m standing there in my underwear and bra and holding the suit in my hand. “Well, first thing, you have to take those off…you can’t get the full picture with those on” and before I can react she takes my by the shoulders and turns me around, unclasping my bra and letting my breasts fall slightly. I look at her in the mirror and she looks at me and I smile slightly as I slowly push down my panties, looking at her the entire time. “Now,” she says, “it’s just like pants,” and I slide the smooth leather pants up over my calves, my thighs and they sit limply on my hips, “and this is where you need my help”. She holds the leather in her hand and glides it across my stomach and chest, it’s cool and my nipples harden, my back is to her and she’s watching in the mirror and my lips part and I can feel that I just got ...