Chapter 2: At the Department Store

Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the exhibitionist Mom, her Daughter Jill, and all their friends! Jill’s best friend Patty, and her Mom, the old-fashioned but quirky nurse; her boyfriend (on-and-off), Josh and his buddies; her friend Meg with her unusual talent; their highly-sexualized but secretive neighbor, Mrs. O’Neill; Lena, the very helpful department store clerk; and Mrs. Glassman, who drops in at the most sensitive time.

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*I guess many girls have had the same fantasy I’ve had: I’m at the department store shopping for clothes, and a really cute salesgirl helps me with them, and comes into the dressing booth while I’m changing. After it happened for Mom, I wanted the same experience for myself.

We were doing some shopping for school, and I wanted to get some nice lingerie and nighties too. The salesgirl in the intimates department was a shortish girl with short hair, big hips, a small waist and very cute face. Her name was Lena, and she sounded foreign. She was very helpful and I asked her to help me try on some things. She asked an attractive older lady associate to watch the register and came into the dressing booth as Mom said she was going to have a look around.

I immediately knew I needed to masturbate, and I wanted to find a way to do it right in front of this girl. Without saying a word, I stripped off all my clothes, including my bra and panties, and asked if she could take my measurements. She seemed momentarily stunned by my nudity, but tried not to let it show. “Let me get my tape measure,” she said, and as she left to go get it she snapped the curtain shut, and I quickly opened it again.

“I just need to keep an eye out for my Mom,” I called to her, as she looked a little confused to see me standing nude in full view of anyone in the department.

I could feel my pussy dripping juices down my leg, and when she returned she might have seen them too. She stood behind me with the tape and I said, “Just let me play with my nipples for a few moments, because they stick out and I want to get the correct measurement.”

She said, “Take your time, I’m in no hurry.” I could tell she was warming to the situation. I took my palms and flicked them up and down across my nipples, and I could see them bouncing and getting rock hard.

“Do they look hard enough?” I asked.

“Let me see,” she said, and she pinched them lightly a couple times. “I think so.” And she took my measurement, taking extra time placing the tape across my nipples.

“Let’s do the bottom,” she said, and her hand brushed my inner thighs and she felt my wetness. I pretended to be embarrassed. I dreamed up a little white lie for her.

“I’m sorry I’m so wet, but my Mother is so strict and I’m not allowed to relieve myself at home. I’m going to be honest with you: I need to climax so bad, I may have to masturbate right here. I hope that doesn’t shock you.”