Extract - Danger Fucks: Personal Service

She stepped into the dress and pulled it up with a shimmy of her hips. It came to just above the knee, with a deep slit to one side. Far too risqué for Carter and Linley! She pulled it up over her breasts; strapless, it wouldn't stay up. As she reached back to do up the zip, she saw movement just outside the curtain.She poked her head out. "Er... Sorry, I don't know your name. Would you mind giving me a hand?"The young man glanced towards another occupied booth and then smiled. "Sure," he said. "What is it?"She pulled the curtain back and turned. In the mirror she saw him taking it all in: the way the dress clung to her butt, her hands clutching the top to her breasts, the exposed flesh of her back, the zip undone... how far down did the zip go? He must be able to see the lacy top of her French knickers.He went to her and with a single smooth movement he drew the fabric together and slowly slid the zip up.All the time, his eyes were on hers in the mirror.She realised she was holding her breath. That touch of his hand on her back as he pulled the fabric together!"You can let go now," he said, and she realised she was still holding the dress up over her breasts.She straightened, smoothed the fabric down over her bust, and his eyes never strayed from her body."See what I mean about that dress?" he said, finally.She nodded. "But...?""You look sensational," he said, "but the underwear's all wrong."She gave him a hard look. "'All wrong'?" she repeated. "What's 'all wrong' about my lovely new underwear? It's Beaujais, you know.""I know." So he had been able to see! "But... the straps."She glanced in the mirror, and then giggled. He was right: bra straps – even gorgeous bra straps – just didn't quite work with a strapless, shoulderless dress!She turned back to him and bit on her lower lip, giving a comical helpless look.He grinned, and said, "I could find you something?"Before she had time to think she had nodded and he was walking away and she was watching the way his butt moved, tight and compact in his slim black trousers.He was back in no time, suddenly nervous, his eyes not quite meeting hers. He handed her a couple of hangers strung with wisps of black lace and satin. "It's Lise Charmel."It was the range she'd been looking at earlier. Delicate blue satin with cream embroidered detail. Just how long had he been observing her, she wondered?She took them from him, held them up, raised an eyebrow. "Really?" she said. She waved the plunge bra at him. "It's beautiful, but straps?""Ah, yes, sorry." He looked genuinely embarrassed. "I... erm, I must have been distracted." And then he gave that smile that transformed the awkwardness to sheer, boyish mischief.Slowly, she shook her head."Shall I take it back?" he asked."It'd be rude not to try it, wouldn't it?" she said. As she spoke, her mind – and her heart – was racing. What was she doing? Just flirting, right? Just basking in the attention of a hot young guy who was passing his Wednesday morning by humouring her. That was all it was.She turned. "The zip?" she said.In the mirror, she watched him approach.His fingers hooked into the top of the dress at the back, his touch delicate, precise. She felt the release of slight pressure on her breasts as the zip eased down, and only just remembered to raise a hand to hold the dress up.It seemed to take forever, but finally the zip was all the way down.She saw him studying the exposed skin of her back, the black lace top of her knickers.She turned, glanced down and was sure his trousers were pulled taut at the front, straining against his bulging cock.As he backed away she out and the dress dropped to her waist, then she drew the curtain closed, shutting out the world.She wriggled out of the dress and hung it from a hook. Then she reached back and released the clasp of her bra.He was still out there, she was sure. She let the bra fall to the floor so that he must be able to see it through the gap beneath the curtain.She pulled her knickers down and let them fall by the bra. Looking in the mirror, she cupped a breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her other hand ran down over her flat belly and pressed against the thumb-wide strip of hair at her groin.She pressed her middle two fingers against her pussy lips, cupping herself, her palm pressing against the mostly-shaved mound, against her hooded clit.Was she really going to play here in the shop while the gorgeous young assistant stood outside?(continues)

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