It was a fine Saturday afternoon. I roamed around Mercer Street in lower Manhattan and eventually lingered at a small shop called Gizelle's, which was new in the neighborhood. On the windows, innovative Christmas designs were displayed that had caught my attention. The store looked deserted so I decided to step inside and buy gifts to wish my girlfriend a happy holiday.
Hence, I entered the air-conditioned store and found a variety of skirts, halter-tops, tank tops, thigh-highs, and thongs. A sexy brown-haired woman stood behind the counter, reading an Allure magazine. Her long wavy hair was shoulder-length, and she wore a white tube top that left her flat stomach bare. She seemed to be the only worker that day.
Perceiving my presence, she looked up and asked amiably, "May I help you, Sir?"
Her accent seemed Spanish.
"I'm looking for lingerie."
"Sure," she said, smiling broadly. "Please follow me!"
"Cool," I said.
She left the counter. Her height was a bit short, and the Denim jeans she wore accentuated her juicy bottom. She led me to the middle of the store. I could not keep my eyes off her bouncing booty; a knowing smile on her face suggested that she was aware of my furtive glances.
"I saw you." She murmured.
"You know what." She continued with a smile. "This Cancun-Blue push-up bra and matching cheeky hipkini just came in. Do you like it?"
"Yes, I do, it's nice!" I answered. "What is your name? I love your accent! You are so hot!"
"Thanks! My name is Gizelle Hennessy. I'm Brazilian!"
"Oh, okay, that explains your Spanish accent." I told her. "I am Mar'e."
"You mean Mar'e as in the Maury Show?"
"Somewhat." I quipped. "You're funny. What are your ambitions?" I asked her.
"To be the sexiest doll and let everyone know that." Gizelle answered with a giggle.
I laughed at her answer. It was suggestive. Then I asked her, "What are your turn-ons?"
"My turn-ons are handsome black men with a New York accent."
"I like that." I replied.
We walked back to the counter and Gizelle rung the items up. When she gave me my change back, we accidentally kiss. I gave her a puzzled look.
"Oh, don't be shy, handsome." Gizelle said. "I know you want me!"
After that, she hanged an Out For Lunch sign on the door; I followed her to a small room in the back of the store. It had a long black desk in the middle of the room and mirrors.
"It looks like a cozy corner to keep things-confidential."
"Yeah, just name it the occult room." Gizelle said, winking. "You can see, it's not often that crowded and I can give my attention to a handsome customer."
"Oh, is it like that?" I said, grinning broadly. "You're a bad girl, aren't you?"
"I know," Gizelle said, puckering her lips, "and lucky for you, I haven't been fucked for ages. Do you want to fill me up, Mar'e?"
"Hell yeah, baby girl!"
She leaned in and we kissed. Our tongues intertwined rhythmically as if they were dancing in harmony. I liked how Gizelle bit and sucked on my bottom lip. Therefore, I licked and sucked hard on her neck. She let out a soft moan and tried gripping the bulge in my jeans.
"You have a big dick!" Gizelle murmured. "My pussy is dripping already. I can't wait to feel your cock penetrating inside my pussy!"
Gizelle pulled away and lifted her tube top. She had no bra on and her green eyes were ablaze with fiery lust! She pulled down my pants, engulfed my erect cock, and soaked it with her warm mouth. I liked how she worked on my dick with her wet tongue. Then she deep-throated me that made me soar up to the ceiling. The sight of her head, bobbing up and down on my dick was awesome!
"Do you have a condom, Mar'e?" Gizelle asked. "I want this dick so bad, but I don't want to get pregnant."
"Sure I do."
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