captcream
01-25-2010, 02:21 AM
I was shopping at an outlet mall and was at looking for some jeans at the Guess store. I picked up a pile of jeans and walked to the fitting rooms to try them on. As luck would have it, the girl helping me was a total hottie. Blonde hair, blue eyes, cute face and a huge rack. She lead me to my fitting room and said, "if there's any sizes you need just give me a shout and I'll grab them for you".
"Thanks", I replied. As I walked by I locked eyes with her and made her smile. I decided to try and have some fun with this girl.
I was trying on the jeans when I heard a knock on the door.
"How are those jeans fitting for you?" asked the girl.
I was in the middle of putting on the jeans but I decided to open the door anyway with my jeans unzipped and my boxers out in plain view.
I tried to act innocent. "Uhmmm, maybe you could help me find these in a size 36?", I said.
The sales girl couldn't help but take a look down at my crotch. She looked back up and smiled, "sure just give me a sec".
After a few minutes, I heard knocking on the door again. I opened the door for her to pass me the new sizes.
"Hey, could you do me a favor?" I asked. "Could you see if these jeans fit me properly?". She came inside my changing room and closed the door behind her.
"I don't know - turn around and let me see the back", she replied.
I turned around for her. She told me it fit me pretty well in the back. "How about the front?" I asked. By then I was a bit turned on so the outline of my member was pretty visible on the jeans.
The sales girl walked up to me and put her hands around the waistline and give it a little tug. Then her hands went down the hem line and the whole time looking at my hardening member poking through the fabric.
"Seems to be a little snug around the crotch area", she smiles at me while she moves her hand directly on my crotch and starts rubbing and feeling the length of it.
I was starting to really enjoy this girl's special service when we heard one of the other girls call her name, looking for her. "Oops, gotta go", she says. Before she left she took out a pen, lifted up my t-shirt and wrote her phone number on my stomach. "You seem like a fun guy. Give me a call and let's have some fun", she says. She winks at me before opens the door and leaves the room.
I quickly got dressed and paid for my jeans and left the store. Later that evening I gave the girl a call to see when she was off work. But I will save that for part 2.
"Thanks", I replied. As I walked by I locked eyes with her and made her smile. I decided to try and have some fun with this girl.
I was trying on the jeans when I heard a knock on the door.
"How are those jeans fitting for you?" asked the girl.
I was in the middle of putting on the jeans but I decided to open the door anyway with my jeans unzipped and my boxers out in plain view.
I tried to act innocent. "Uhmmm, maybe you could help me find these in a size 36?", I said.
The sales girl couldn't help but take a look down at my crotch. She looked back up and smiled, "sure just give me a sec".
After a few minutes, I heard knocking on the door again. I opened the door for her to pass me the new sizes.
"Hey, could you do me a favor?" I asked. "Could you see if these jeans fit me properly?". She came inside my changing room and closed the door behind her.
"I don't know - turn around and let me see the back", she replied.
I turned around for her. She told me it fit me pretty well in the back. "How about the front?" I asked. By then I was a bit turned on so the outline of my member was pretty visible on the jeans.
The sales girl walked up to me and put her hands around the waistline and give it a little tug. Then her hands went down the hem line and the whole time looking at my hardening member poking through the fabric.
"Seems to be a little snug around the crotch area", she smiles at me while she moves her hand directly on my crotch and starts rubbing and feeling the length of it.
I was starting to really enjoy this girl's special service when we heard one of the other girls call her name, looking for her. "Oops, gotta go", she says. Before she left she took out a pen, lifted up my t-shirt and wrote her phone number on my stomach. "You seem like a fun guy. Give me a call and let's have some fun", she says. She winks at me before opens the door and leaves the room.
I quickly got dressed and paid for my jeans and left the store. Later that evening I gave the girl a call to see when she was off work. But I will save that for part 2.