Steve Golden - Hot pants salesgirl

What an old bitch, thought Missy, hauling out a pair of bright, silk shorts she knew to be two sizes too small for her. She grabbed a yellow muscle shirt that had 69 printed on its front and retired to the changing rooms, determined to have a little fun while her supervisor was away. She was curious to see what she looked like in the get-up. She might even keep it on.

She slipped out of her clothes quickly and pulled on the shirt and shorts without bothering about underwear. And when she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile to herself. If anything, she looked more naked with the stuff on than she did without. The basketball shirt was so sheer the full mounds of her tits were bursting out its front. The upper swells of her tits jiggled lewdly over the tight top, and the sides of her tits were clearly visible through the armpit circles. Her nipples tented out its front like squat pebbles.

She twirled and pouted in front of the mirror, entranced at the way her tits joggled inside the tight harness of the shirt. Her ass was just as interesting. The shorts were so small they dug deeply into her ass crack, and her ass cheeks puffed out obscenely from under the hems. Her cunt hair peeked out sexily at the tops of her lean thighs.

"Anybody here? Anybody on duty here?" a voice called suddenly.

Missy's heart lurched. Was that old Cheevers checking up on her? Without a second thought about her outfit, she left the changing room and confronted the visitor. Whoever he was, she'd have to put in an appearance. The sporting goods department was her responsibility, at least for the next hour.

A burly young man was wandering around just outside the changing rooms, picking up, then discarding various items without much interest. As she approached he turned around, and his boredom vanishing completely.

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped, gaping stupidly at her lewd outfit.

"Oh, I was just trying these things on," she explained, glancing down at her tits self-consciously.

He too was staring at her tits. He was amazed that they stood out so firm and high without the help of a bra. Her tits were mouth-watering. And those legs! So long and slender and perfectly shaped. This little girl was gorgeous!

"Can I help you with something? I work here," Missy continued. Since this could be my first chance at a sale, I should at least try to act professionally, she mused.

"Bells," he grunted oddly, unable to take his eyes off her tits.

"What?"

"Bells. Dumbbells. Weights. You know. I lift weights. I want to see a bench for pressing weights."

So that is why the guy is so muscular, Missy thought. He really was a big fellow, with huge shoulders and great, bulging chest. His blonde hair curled sexily over his collar.

"We have one set up in the back room," she said, leading the way. "I saw it this morning."

He followed her toward a room at the back of the department, watching her ass cheeks flex beautifully as she moved. Those shorts were so fucking tight! Her ass cheeks were oozing out in back like they wanted to escape.

"Here it is," she announced, stepping into the cramped little room and urging him in after her. The place was actually a storage area and was cluttered beyond belief with a thousand boxes full of equipment. But right in the center of the room was what they were looking for, a low, narrow bench with a steel frame attached to cradle a set of weights. Missy gazed at the apparatus with a blank stare.

"Could you demonstrate? I mean I won't want to buy it if I don't know how it works, will I!" he said. There was a leer in his eyes as he spoke.

"I thought you were a weightlifter?" Missy said. But then she shrugged, turned her back on him, and leaned over the bench gingerly. How the hell did this thing work, anyway? She was supposed to know. She was working in the sporting goods department, after all. But she didn't have the vaguest idea.

The young man sat on a packing crate and smiled to himself. He was going to enjoy this. The silly little slut was half-naked and was about to go clambering about on top of the low bench. It should be something to see. He knew everything there was to know about weight benches, but he wouldn't have told her that for the world.

"I guess you kind of lay on it like this," she said, crawling on all fours across the narrow platform. Her ass bucked up toward him beautifully, and as he watched, her movements forced her shorts to one side. A lovely, hair-lined slice of cunt winked at him lewdly. It shone like a half of a split peach.

"I don't think so," he put in helpfully, adjusting his cock in his lap. As soon as she'd bent over in front of him, his prick had begun to grow.

"This way maybe?" she suggested, squirming around toward him so that he had a clear view down her shirt into her tits. With her body bent over like this, her lush tits hung down below her like ripe melons. The nipples pointed to the ground like fingers.

"I don't think that's the way either. Here, let me help you." He was sliding onto the bench in front of her, straddling it with both feet on the floor. He reached around and in back of her, so that she had to lean back out of his way. And suddenly he was raising part of the bench, resetting it at an angle like a reclined car seat. He pushed her over gently till she was settled comfortably on the angled board. Her legs split and found the floor, supported her in her weird, new position.

"Oh! My! How nice! I'd no idea you could adjust these things!"

"Oh sure. You can adjust several things," he said.

He reached out a hand, slipped his fingers under the top of her tight T-shirt, and tugged it out and down slowly. The material stretched to snapping point and suddenly her left tit flopped into view, pulled out of shape by the gripping shirt, then the other one. Both tits were lolling weirdly out over the top of her shirt. The nipples were bent down towards the ground.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" exclaimed Missy, too shocked, too thrilled, to do anything. She gazed down at her oozing tits along with him, amazed at how much bigger they seemed as they thrust out over the top of the shirt.

"See, your shirt's adjustable too!" he teased, squatting confidently on the bench. "I bet your shorts are as well."

He gripped the elastic top of her shorts in both hands and there was a tremendous tearing sound. The silk briefs were suddenly split in two, hanging over her thighs uselessly, exposing the bristling hair of her cunt to his view.

"Grab hold of the supporting bar behind you," he instructed. "I'll give you a demonstration of how I think this apparatus works."

Without hesitation, her heart pounding crazily, Missy did as she was told, reaching her hands back and up to grasp the steel bar. She stared down at him dazedly, wondering, a strange little thrill in her pussy, what he would do next.

"It's really quite simple," he began, scooping his great fists underneath her ass cheeks and raising her up off the bench. His fingers kneaded her plush ass cheeks and separated them roughly. All the time he lifted her, raising her crotch higher and higher till her feet were up off the floor and her cunt was inches away from his, face.

He bent his head, opened his mouth, and began to lick and slobber at her cunt, scraping his tongue up and down over her crotch hair and cuntlips. He was soon digging his tongue inside her, probing the inner pit of her cunt and cranking her soggy pussy flaps this way and that.

"Ohhh, goodness! Ohhh, my!" Missy groaned, her cunt melting under his lips. "You're eating me! You're eating my cunt!"

"Fucking right!" he mumbled between licks of her inner cunt. "And a sweet one it is too! A real tasty little pussy!"

He resumed work on her, diddling his tongue as far into her gaping cunt as he could poke. His mouth was mashed up against her pulpy cuntlips, and his lips warped them oddly. Syrupy cunt juice was purling down and soaking his chin and the crotch hairs surrounding his mouth.