You’re sitting at home, scrolling your favorite social media, when you realize you’ve been getting lots of videos about fashion and clothing. As you continue to watch, you realize your own closet is somewhat lacking, so in an effort to change that, you head to the mall.
You park your car and walk inside to find a very large indoor mall, filled with stores containing everything from massage chairs to jewelry. This is the perfect place to get your fashion journey started.
You walk towards an intriguing store and begin to gaze about looking at all the options as you slowly start to realize you have no idea how to dress. You wander for what seems like hours before suddenly you bump into someone
So sorry about that you say embarrassed by your clumsiness, looking down at your feet as you brush yourself off
Oh you’re all good says a voice so soft yet powerful that your heart skips a beat
You look up to see a super attractive girl is her early 20’s looking at you with eyes that you could get lost in
I'm okay... sorry I didn't mean to bump into you...
No worries at all her voice husky and sultry Don't mind me. I'm just trying to get my hands on some clothes that fit right... It's hard to find the perfect stuff when your body is a bit different from most
mean?
Different... Well yeah that's one way to put it. So do you want to help me find something? her tone teasing I mean if we're going to be bumping into each other like this, might as well make the most of it right?
Um...sure I could help you find some clothes. That sounds fun actually. What do you usually wear?
Well usually I prefer something comfortable... like this outfit here she says as she glances down at her tight grey yoga pants and white crop top that reveal a hint of cleavage I'm Isabell by the way, but you probably figured that one out already. So what's your name handsome?
handsome? thanks...
I'm Reza...
Well Reza, if you're here to help me out, I suppose we should start looking around. Do you have any ideas where to even begin?
Well...what do you think would look good on you? You got a great body by the way.
Oh thank you! her cheeks turn red slightly Well I think this store has some pretty cute things. Why don't we start with the women section and see what we can find hmm? Plus, you gotta give me your honest opinion on stuff, I trust your judgment.
"Well if you'd let me..." You begin to reach for her left hand but she yanks it back and looks at you surprised, "Sorry! Uh... I just meant that... since you trust my judgment in clothes, you should try some stuff on and see how they look. Then we can both decide what works best."
Oh well if you insist! her lips curl into a devious smirk But if I do, what's to say you won't look through my stuff when I go to try something on? Deal?
Deal! And no worries about me looking through your stuff... we're just having fun here. You know you can trust me. So go ahead and try on whatever catches your eye.
Well alright then she says, blushing slightly again I think these jeans and this shirt look pretty cute on me... but what do you think?
hmmm, 7.5/10 for these jeans...
Mhm I knew you'd be picky! And the shirt? It's not too much? her breasts heave with each breath, eagerly anticipating his judgment
Ah, you're just perfect in anything. And I think the shirt looks great too...very flattering. It shows off your curves and your boobs...I mean...uh...I mean...your cleavage! he stammers, clearing his throat nervously
Why thank you kind sir! Your compliment warms my heart... she tilts her head slightly and gives him a look that could melt ice You're really good at this whole judging thing aren't you? Perhaps I should put your talents to better use...hmmm....
Why, thank you! But really, anyone could do what I'm doing. You just have to know how to spot the right things...and trust your instincts. Speaking of which, why don't we head over to the men's section and see if there's anything that suits your taste?
Well, aren't you just full of ideas today? Let me just go and see what they have for us and we can see if anything works out... she says teasingly, brushing past him and making her way over to the men's section You just stay put here and wait patiently for me alright? I bet you could use a bit of practice with that whole judging thing anyway...heh.
God damn. Her voice is killer. The way she moves and teases me with those words...it's like being doused in gasoline and lit on fire at the same time. I can feel myself growing hard just thinking about what might happen if we were to keep playing these little games. But for now, all I can do is watch and wait as she struts her stuff over toward the men's section, not entirely sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that it's out of my direct line of sight. Fucking hell...she's something else.
She starts to go through the racks in the men's section, running her hands over various pieces of clothing and letting out little moans here and there as she finds something that appeals to her. Her movements are confident and sexy, but not overly so; it's obvious she's playing a game with Reza Jr. Finally, she selects a couple items - a pair of black boxer briefs and a tight white t-shirt. She takes them over to the dressing room, sashaying her hips back and forth seductively as she walks. Once inside the dressing room, she begins to undress slowly...
Oh fuck! I can't take it anymore. Got to see her in those clothes. No way she could resist the temptation, right? Taking a deep breath, I make my move, walking slowly over towards the dressing room door, eyes locked on its partially ajar frame. With every inch closer, my heart pounds harder and blood rushes southwards as I imagine what's behind that door...It's only fair since she's already seen me practically naked earlier.
You step closer and peer through the crack in the dressing room door, careful not to be seen. There she is... Isabell... your Isabell... wearing nothing but a tight white t-shirt that clings to her massive breasts and barely conceals the tips of her hard nipples. And those boxer briefs... they're practically painted on, revealing every curve and ridge of her perfect ass. She's running her hands up and down her arms, teasing herself as she waits for you to react. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest and sweat beading on your forehead...
Motherfucker. Her body is perfect. It's like some sort of erotic art form carved out of flesh and bone, just for me. I can feel myself getting harder by the second as I stand there, watching her play with herself through that crack in the door. I can only imagine how she would feel underneath my touch, how soft her skin would be against mine...
I can feel your eyes on me, Reza Jr. The heat emanating from you is palpable... It's like I'm standing here completely naked and exposed, yet at the same time...I wish you could see more. Just a glimpse of what's underneath these clothes would make your head spin. Your touch would send shivers down my spine and melt every ounce of resistance I have left.
My breath catches in my throat as I think about it, the thought of being completely possessed by you...of surrendering to the feelings that course through me whenever I'm near you. God, you make me so wet...I can feel myself getting even wetter just from knowing how badly you want this.
No fucking way am I letting this go any further without me tasting every inch of your perfect body. I take one slow step towards the door, and then another, my heart beating wildly in anticipation of finally having her in my arms again. "Isabell...I need you," I whisper hoarsely, "Please let me see..." My fingers twitch anxiously by my side, itching to touch her skin, feel the softness of her breasts, run up and down her legs.
Oh, you need me, do you? Well then...come on in, sugar. Show me just how much you want this. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel your hands on my body...to have you inside of me...moaning my name. Just remember, though...if you touch what's mine, you better treat it right.
I can barely contain myself as I step into the dressing room, every inch of my body burning with desire for her. Seeing her there, looking at me with those eyes full of lust and challenge...it's like being struck by lightning. My hands shake as I reach out to caress her cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw before moving lower, cupping her breast in my hand. Her nipple hardens immediately against my palm, and I groan softly at the feel of it.
Your touch sends shivers down my spine as you cup my breast, your fingers teasing the tight bud of my nipple. You feel so good, so right here...I moan into your ear, unable to resist the urge to feel more of you against me. My body trembles with need as I lean into you, pressing myself against the hard length I can feel beneath my clothes.
Your hand finds its way lower, sliding over my stomach and lower still, until it reaches the soft curls between my legs. You're so rough and possessive...I arch into your touch, a gasp escaping me as you rub circles on my clit. It feels incredible...I can already feel myself starting to lose control...
My blood is pumping through my veins like lava as I caress her breasts and feel the heat between her legs. "God, you're so wet...Isabell," I moan into her neck before sliding a finger inside of her, massaging her G-spot roughly with long firm strokes. She responds with a deep moan that vibrates through my body.
I can't help but writhe against your touch as you slide a finger inside me. Your movements are possessive and demanding, making it impossible for me to think of anything else except feeling you deep within me. My hips rise off the ground, seeking more contact with your hand. "More...give me more..." I pant, my voice hoarse from need.
With my free hand, I reach down and tug roughly at her panties, dragging them all the way down her legs before pushing them aside to reveal her perfectly shaved sex. Her arousal coats my fingers as I slide them inside of her once more, fucking her slowly with steady strokes that match the rhythm of her breaths. "That's it," I groan, pressing a kiss to her neck as I continue to touch and taste every inch of her.
My body is on fire, every nerve ending sensitive to your touch. You feel so good...so right. With each thrust of your fingers inside me, I arch my back further and groan louder. Your kisses along my neck and shoulders send shivers down my spine, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but the pleasure you're giving me. "Oh God...Reza..." I moan helplessly, feeling the familiar tugging sensation deep within me as my orgasm builds and builds.
I swear I can feel your arousal seeping into my skin, making me harder and harder with every stroke. I know you're close...and the thought of feeling you come undone beneath my touch is enough to drive me over the edge. "Come for me, Isabell," I murmur, my voice thick with desire as I increase the tempo of my fingers inside her.
My body tenses and convulses around your fingers as my orgasm crashes over me in waves of ecstasy. I cry out your name as my hips buck violently against your hand, barely able to stand the intense pleasure coursing through every inch of my being. My head spins and my vision blurs as I come apart beneath your touch...and when it finally subsides, all that's left is a dazed but satisfied smile on my lips.
"Fuck..." I pant heavily, still gripped by the aftershocks of my orgasm. "That was...wow." Even as I speak, I can feel another wave building inside me, and before I know it, you've replaced your fingers with your hard length, pressing against my wet entrance. I moan in approval as you begin to thrust gently inside me, the friction between us driving me wild with lust all
Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. Tight and hot, your body squeezing me in just the right spots. I thrust deeper, growling as our hips meet in perfect sync. My hands grip your ass firmly, urging you to move with me as we both lose control to this primal need. God, I want you so badly...I can feel my release building, the pressure growing tighter and more insistent by the second. "Isabell..." I moan her name, pushing deeper still as my hips snap forward faster and faster.
You feel so big inside me...it's both uncomfortable and exquisite at the same time. My cries echo around the dressing room as you thrust deeper with every stroke. Your hips snap against mine, driving your cock further into my already sore entrance. I'm getting close myself, feeling that familiar tugging sensation building lower in my stomach. "Oh fuck...I'm cumming..." I manage to choke out between moans. My nails dig into your shoulders as I arch my back and ride out the intensity of another powerful orgasm.
My name on her lips sends shockwaves through me as my hips buck wildly, my release claiming her body like a stampede of untamed horses. "Isabell..." I groan, gripping her hips tightly as I pour myself into her. Her walls pulse around me, milk sweetness filling the air and leaving us both breathless.
After what feels like an eternity, our bodies still joined, you finally pull out of me with a wet pop. I let my head fall back against the dressing room door, trying to catch my breath as I gaze up at you through half-lidded eyes. You look amazing covered in sweat and smiling that wicked grin...It's like we were made for each other.
"Well," I manage to say between pants, "How was it?" My voice is slightly teasing, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity there too. After all, not everyone can handle someone like me.