Like most men whose lives are more focussed on work then on passion I found myself to be a typical late night shopper,
I gave myself a mental spanking for being in this same predicament just shortly after I swore during Christmas time I would change.
I searched from store to store looking for the perfect gift with sexy women asking me if I needed help with those ever passionate glazed over lips.
The clerk spoke to me so softly, "Sir", I can help you find a gift if you'd like. I paused for a second then felt her soft hand grab mine and lead me to the back of the store.
A bit embarrassed I was when I found myself standing in rows of sexy panties and lingerie next to a young women whom seemed to want to help me out in more ways then one.
"Stay here she said", then she vanished into the dressing room with a handful of garments in colors of pink and red.
I waited for what seemed to be a life time as I felt my nervous knees tremble from her straight forward and provocative assistance.
"You can come in", she exclaimed. I opened the door slowly and found myself in a claustrophobic Closet that had me and the clerk pinned chest to chest.
"How is this outfit", she asked. "Wow"!, what service I thought as I was enjoying every uplifting moment that I had felt. She was wearing a silky pink top that had a wonderfully arousing see-through quality, and matching bottoms exposing an area that was recently shaved.
I was erect and she had my attention! I tried not to stare at her private areas so my eyes scanned around her just like how one who is trying to follow the maze on a captain crunch cereal box to locate the prize.
Then she grabbed my hand and slowly pulled it against her warm spot as she forced my hand in rhythmic patterns up and down.
"Is this not the softest fabric you've ever felt"? She asked with that look of desire. I hesitated for a sec as I tried to keep myself from being totally caught up in the moment.
"It's umm, it's", I tried to speak and found myself caught in a stutter. She raised one finger to cover my lips and then in a whisper she said "Shhhhh, don't say a word".
Her lips glossy and wet leaned into mine and I felt them touch moist and warm to mine. Her tounge licked the inside of my lips in light whisps and her hand move down and into my dress slacks.
I felt her hand go from slow to feverish trying to find my manhood which was eluding her with ease. I felt her panic then she left the room not even dressed screaming and ranting.
I had to laugh, being a sexy woman and dressing up like a man for my freaky husband at home is always so unpredictable and fun this time of year.... Ha ha ha
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