Chapter 2

“Definitely,” she said, seeing two beautiful bullet points in the blonde’s blouse.

“I’m not kidding; that dress, turn around?” the blonde said.

“Yeah, yeah, it makes my ass look…” she said, but did turn.

“…nice?” the blonde suggested. “Guys like a nice sized ass. It’s Hollywood that tells us they don’t but…”

“Who cares what guys like?” she said, now looking at herself in the mirror. “Yep, I’m getting them both.”

“Okay, okay, wait, okay?” the blonde ordered from behind her half-closed curtain.

“I’m waiting; I’m waiting,” she said, slipping out of the dress. “What? Think I’m going tear on out of here?”

The blonde stepped out, now wearing a high collared black top. She shook her head in dismissal; it was not a pretty top.

“No. That is not you at all,” she decided.

“You sure?” the blonde asked, turning to look at herself in the mirror. “Oh! Yeah, you’re right.”

“I always am,” she said smugly.

“Oh! What, whatever,” the blonde said, beginning to tug the blouse up, exposing her sleek, tanned belly.

“What else you got?” she said, following the blonde into the blonde’s cubicle.

“That, that’s it,” the blonde stammered, now dressed in only panties and flat pumps.

Stepping into the blonde’s personal space, she softly touched the blonde’s arm. Looking deeply into the blonde’s eyes, she leaned forward and brought her lips to the blonde’s lips.

“I, I’m not…” the blonde protested but did not push her away.

“That’s, it, it’s all right,” she whispered, bringing her lips to the blonde’s lips again.

It was the blonde that opened her mouth first. She wasted no time, softly insinuating her tongue into the blonde’s mouth. She felt the blonde’s hand go to her hip. She reached up, softly caressing the left breast of the blonde. She could feel the blonde’s hard nipple under the palm of her hand. She used her fingernails to rake the blonde’s pale pink areole, causing the blonde to moan into their kiss.

“Mm hmm,” she purred, gently running her hand along the blonde’s breast.

“Oh God!” the blonde gasped out as she pinched and tugged the blonde’s hard nipple.

She dropped her other hand to the waistband of the blonde’s skimpy panties. She hooked her thumb into the waistband then ran the thumb from hip to the front of the panties, to the cute little pink bow stitched into the front of the panties.

“Oh God,” the blonde repeated as she pushed her hand into the front of the panties.

She felt the blonde’s course scrub of pubic hair. Delving her hand a little further, she felt the wet folds of the blonde’s pussy.

“Oh, oh, you, we, we need stop,” the blonde gasped out as her finger entered the blonde’s pussy.

“Oh no, no, no,” she insisted, gently pushing the blonde to sit on the bench.

Deftly, she removed the blonde’s panties. Kneeling between the blonde’s spread legs, she looked at the dark brown bush that capped the girl’s pubic mound. Through the thicket, she could see the blonde’s wet lips peeking through the curls.

The smell was of musk. The taste was of musk and sweat and had a hint of something tangy. She put the blonde’s thighs onto her round shoulders and used her thumbs to open the blonde’s crotch.

“Oh God, you, I, I can’t believe…” the blonde gasped out as she swiped her tongue up and down the blonde’s lips.

Locating the blonde’s thin clitoris, she thrust three fingers deeply into the blonde’s sex, sucking on the little nub. The blonde let out a squeal that she was afraid would bring an employee into the fitting room. This just added to her excitement and she became urgent in her movements.

Dropping her left hand, her dominant hand to her own pussy, she grasped her own fat clitoris between thumb and forefinger. Sucking and fingering the blonde’s pussy, she masturbated herself, hoping to bring them both off.

She remembered, the curtain was not closed behind her. She realized, anyone stepping into the fitting room, anyone approaching the mirror to see how a dress, or a blouse, or a pair of jeans would see her chunky ass, would see her thick thighs, would see her brunette head between the thighs of a beautiful naked blonde.

“Oh dear Jesus!” she grunted in climax at the thought of what a scandalous image she was presenting.

“Oh yyeess!” the blonde squealed rather loudly.

The blonde’s pussy had tasted marvelous before. The flavor of her climax intensified the musk of her fragrant pussy and she lapped feverishly at the blonde’s essences.

“Everything all right in there?” a bored voice called out.

“Yes, yes ma’am,” she called back, breathless. “I think, I think I’ll get both these dresses.”

“Oh. Okay,” the voice said.

“I, I can’t believe,” the blonde gasped out.

“Can’t either,” she agreed, giving the blonde a quick kiss before dashing across to her own cubicle.

She did not bother closing the curtain as she sat heavily on her bench. Spreading her legs, she again masturbated, right hand tugging her nipple while her left hand rubbed furiously at her tick lips. She could see the blonde watching her as the blonde dressed.

“Okay?” the same voice called out again.

“I oh, oh yes ma’am,” she called out, shuddering in climax.

The blonde smiled and shrugged as she grabbed the three tops. She heard the blonde telling the bored employee that she had loved the blue top but did not like the other two. The employee again verified the price of the cute top.

“Oh, oh God yyeess,” she hissed in climax.

Sucking her fingers clean, she then dressed in her snug tee shirt and khaki shorts. She hung the yellow dress on the hanger again then left the fitting room, the two dresses in her hand.

She saw the flash of pink exiting the store. Hurrying to the very short line in front of the sole open register she fidgeted impatiently as the cashier and a customer argued about the sale price of several items. Just when she was about to drop the dresses onto the counter of the vacant register, a manager showed up and assisted the difficult customer.

The blonde girl, the vibrant pink was not visible in any wing of the mall. She peered into the few remaining stores but there was no sign of the blonde girl. Dejectedly, she returned to the food court and ducked into the restroom. A quick peek under the walls of the three stalls told her she was alone in the restroom. She did not masturbate in the restroom; it smelled too strongly of harsh cleaning solution. With a heavy sigh, she relieved her bladder, wondering if she would ever see the blonde girl again.

“Should have got her phone number,” she said, washing her hands.

Stopping at the cookie counter, she saw the counter girl busy on her cell phone. She waited patiently, looking over the meager selection of ready cookies.

“Come on, come on,” the cookie girl mumbled, even peering toward the main aisle of the mall. “Hi; help you?”

“Yeah; give me one of them cherry chocolate cookies,” she decided.

“Oh! That, that’s my favorite, the slightly chubby red headed cookie girl admitted.

“Mine too,” she smiled her buck toothed smile.

She leaned close to the cookie girl as the cookie girl used a strip of wax paper to grasp the large cookie. The cookie girl regarded her, green eyes expectant.

“I, I take some black cherry rum and some black cherry liqueur? Add a little cherry cola to it,” she confided.

“Oh! I, I love rum,” the cookie girl agreed, voice a husky whisper.

“Yeah,” the cookie girl agreed and declined to ring up the cookie.

“So uh, what, what time you get out of here?” she asked, taking a big bite of the cookie.

“My boss says she’ll be about another five, ten minutes, the cookie girl said, looking at her cell phone, then toward the main aisle of the deserted mall again.

“So, you uh, you want come on over?” she invited, smiling her buck toothed smile.

“I uh, yeah, yeah, okay,” the cookie girl agreed, pale features obscured by her heavy blush.

A few moments later, a frumpy middle aged woman, wearing a similar uniform to the cookie girl entered the small space. The cookie girl used the register to clock out and approached her. Turning to leave the food court, she saw a flash of vibrant pink and a blonde head. The cookie girl said something and she turned to reply. Turning again, the flash of pink was gone.

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