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Archive name: cash.txt (F/f-teen, ped)
Authors name: Sera (seraanne155543@aol.com)
Story title : Cash or Charge?
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Cash or Charge? (F/f-teen, ped)
by Sera (seraanne155543@aol.com)
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A young girl goes to buy a bikini at a department store
and is seduced by the saleslady.
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My first sexual experience occurred when I was 13. About
a year earlier I had learned how to masturbate and that
had become a daily activity for me. Thus I was able to
cum pretty much anywhere at anytime fairly quickly.
My girlfriends and I were planning to spend Sunday at the
beach to get tan and tease boys. I wanted a new bikini
for this outing and decided to get one at the mall as
soon as it opened up on Sunday.
I was there as planned, waiting for the department store
to open up. When it did, there weren't many customers
browsing yet. The girls' swim ware department was
deserted except for a saleslady. She was in her thirties
and seemed very friendly. When I told her I needed a
bikini, she looked me up and down for a minute and then
said, "Well, we need to find something special to really
show off that cute body of yours." Her comment took me by
surprise and I laughed.
She led me over to the bikini racks and we started
looking at different styles. Eventually she said, "Here,
this one will really show off your breasts nicely. Try it
on." I laughed again and she led me through a curtain to
the dressing rooms. When I started to enter the first
one, she stopped me and said, "Why don't you go to the
one on the end. it will give you more room."
She proceeded to the far dressing room and opened the
door for me. "While you're trying that one on, I'll get a
couple more for you to try." Then she shut the door and
left.
I took off my shirt and bra and then, before putting on
the bikini top, looked at myself in the mirrors that
covered the walls. My breasts were still small back then,
but they were definitely breasts. I heard her coming back
so I quickly put the bikini top on. She knocked at the
door and I let her in.
"Wow," she said, "that one really shows off your breasts
beautifully." Again I was surprised by her comment and
again laughed. I looked at myself in the mirror and heard
myself saying, "You're right. This is the best bikini I
have ever had."
"Well, try this one on," she said. "It might be even
better." She handed me one from the several she held. I
took it from her, expecting her to leave. "Go ahead and
try it on," she said. "Let's see what it looks like."
I realized then that she intended to stay in the room
with me. Being only 13, it didn't occur to me to tell a
grownup to leave. Still, I felt embarrassed and so I
turned my back to her as I removed the first top. I felt
her eyes on my naked back. Here I was in a department
store dressing room with a strange woman, wearing only
jeans at the moment. I started to feel excited.
As I got the new top onto my breasts, I turned around to
her as I snapped it together. As I looked at it in the
mirror, she came up behind me and said, "See? This one is
even better. The boys and girls at the beach are going to
love you." Then she started to adjust it slightly. Her
hands brushed my skin lightly as she got it perfectly in
place on my small breasts. My excitement was mounting.
"Here is one more to try," she said holding up a third
bikini top. This time I wasn't going to turn my back to
her, and I sensed that she knew it. Right there in front
of her, I removed the bikini top and stood naked from the
waist up. She looked right my breasts as she handed me
the new top. Suddenly I was in the game. Instead of
grabbing the top she offered, I pointed to another one in
the pile and asked, "What about that one."
I didn't even know which one I was pointing towards, I
just knew I was giving her more time to look at my
breasts. She smiled and said, "Maybe. let's see what it
looks like against your skin." With that she took a top
from the pile and held it up against my breasts. As she
did, I felt her hands hold it against me.
Then she said "No, not that one," and pulled it away from
me, exposing my chest again. "Maybe this one," she said
as she picked another top. Again she held it against my
breasts. This time, however, I could really feel her
hands on me. My breathing started getting faster, which I
am sure she heard. She then removed it and stood back,
looking again directly at my breasts.
"Well," she said holding up the different bikini tops,
"which shows them off the best?" Again she got me to
laugh with her unexpected comment. I pointed to the
second one, afraid to speak because I thought my voice
might betray my arousal.
"Good choice. Let's see what the bottom looks like on
you." I realized she wanted me to drop my jeans right in
front of her, and I still was naked from the waist up. At
this point I was so excited that I knew I would do it. I
stepped out my sandals and unsnapped my jeans.
As I unzipped the jeans, she stared intently at me,
taking in my every move. I dropped my jeans to the floor
and stepped out of them, never taking my eyes off of her
staring eyes. Stepping out of my jeans had opened up my
legs, and I left them that way as she stared at my white
panties. I used both hands to slide the panties down my
legs to the floor. When I stepped out of them, my legs
again opened up and gave her a good view of my young
cunt, including my light pubic hair. I was ready to
masturbate right in front of her.
She handed me the bikini bottoms, but instead of putting
them on, I just held them against me and looked in the
mirror. "Is this a good color for me?" I asked. Then I
turned and faced her holding the bottom in place over my
cunt.
"Let's try this color," she said grabbing another bottom.
I dropped my hand away and again exposed my cunt to her.
She came up to me and held the bottom up against me.
As she soon as she touched me, my legs opened slightly
and I couldn't help thrusting my hips forward. As I
pushed my cunt into her hand, she no longer made any
pretense about color selection. She held the bottoms in
her hand and cupped my mound, rubbing the bikini into me.
I arched my back and opened my legs so that she had more
access to my cunt. As she rubbed it, I moved more and
more of my weight onto her hand. Then she let the bottom
fall to the floor and put her hand directly on my cunt.
As she worked my mound, I felt a finger enter me. It made
me arch back even more and I put even more of my weight
onto her hand, which had begun to seriously fuck me.
As I looked into the mirrors, I saw myself naked, fully
arched onto her hand. My excitement caused my legs to
weaken and I crumbled to my knees. She caught me and I
drooped my arms and head over her shoulders. I hung on
her as my legs kept opening wider and wider. In the
mirror I could she her holding me up on my knees while
her hand fucked my cunt.
I started to cum when the speed of her hand increased. My
cunt was on fire and I could feel the muscles in her
shoulder and arm as she drove her hand into me. My whole
body stiffened up and I couldn't breath. the orgasm was
beyond anything I had ever imagined. It lasted and
lasted. I wasn't sure it would ever stop.
Then my breath came back. I was shaking and very weak. I
couldn't get up, let alone get dressed and leave. I just
hung over her like a rag, her hand still in me as she
held me up.
In a couple of minutes, I regained my strength. She asked
me if I was OK and I said yes. At that point she gave me
the first and only kiss of our shared experience. Then
she stood up, straightened out her clothes, smiled at me
and left.
Five minute later I was at the cash register with my
carefully selected bikini. By this time, there were many
customers in the store. She looked at me and asked, "Cash
or charge?"
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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