It struck me as impossible that she didn’t realize what we were doing in there – so we opened the door slightly and said that we thought that she could help us. We invited her in and watched as she silently assessed the implied invitation. I was still breathing heavily and my partner smiled at her enticingly.
Her hesitation was all the encouragement we really needed. I glided over to her and kissed her- parting her lips with my tongue while my partner reached under the short babydoll that she wore as her “work uniform.”
It soon became apparent that this was not her first dressing room interlude. Or at the very least; not her first FMF action. She proved quite adept at kissing me everywhere as well as running her hands all over my partner’s hard body.
She soon had him on his knees – pulling off her silk panties – fingering and licking her hot wet cunt. In the meantime she had helped me pull off my corset and began sucking and biting on my nipples while I arched back and buried my fingers in her mass of hair.
All too soon it seemed her absence was noticed – as we heard the manager wondering by – wondering aloud where she had gotten off to. This was clearly a not-so-subtle hint for all of us to wrap things up. Probably for the best, as we were hardly trying for discretion and quiet at all by that point.
The salesgirl slipped out of the dressing room. I quickly put myself back together and went to make my purchases. The outfit had proven far too effective to pass up.
What to do next? None of us had gotten off as of yet, which was a positively unacceptable situation in my mind.
What should we do? Go vote in the poll on the right…