“Hey, can I try these on?” I leaned over the counter at him to make sure he could see my cleavage. It always helps when asking for something to give a little something back, ya know?

He lazily glanced up and the look on his face made me giggle a little.

I guess he wasn’t used to seeing beautiful women here, his eyes had stopped at my chest and did not move. He just pointed over to the back wall where there were a few doors that looked like they took money to open and one curtained-off doorway. I smiled and bounced off to the changing room.

I hung up the items and decided to make the bored guy’s day. I poked my head out the curtains and called out to him. “Hey, would you mind giving me a hand?”

I waited inside the small little room until I heard him on the other side. “Hey, so could you help me undo my dress?”

“Umm, we’re not allowed to um go into the changing rooms with customers.” his stammer was adorable.

Well, that blows, but I didn’t let that stop me. I simply stepped back out into the store, turned my back to him, and said, “there now you’re not in the changing room.”

I lifted my hair up so he could reach the zipper and he nervously unzipped it about three inches…

“Aww, ” I said in a playful little tone, “can’t you give me more than a few inches?”

He slowly unzipped me all the way and I gave a little wiggle so the dress would drop to the floor. I knew he was staring at my bare ass so I stood there for a moment to let him enjoy himself before I reached up and unsnapped my bra, tossing it into the changing room.

I turned around, stark naked, and the look on his face was priceless! I just smiled, bent down to grab my dress off the floor, and gave him a little kiss before returning to the dressing room.

I tried on several of the outfits, each time I poked my head out through the curtains the counter guy was waiting outside in case I needed anything. I indulged him by stepping out in the first outfit and letting him get a good look.

To my surprise, once he had gotten over his initial shock at seeing me nude he was quite insightful about what did and did not look good on me. As a reward, I just stopped changing with the curtain closed.

I spent a good hour with him trying on just about everything in the store. I was having so much fun, I even tried the leather fetish gear.

Not really my thing.

I did ask him if I could try out some of the sex toys but he said no, something about hygiene rules and health codes. I hate being told no, so I punished him. Maybe the fetish gear really was for me…

The dressing room was small enough that when I sat on the little bench inside I could prop my legs up on either side using the door frame. I leaned back and started to slowly massage my kitty for him.

I figured he would break the rules and join me at some point so I took my time.

I brought myself to orgasm by just rubbing my clit. Still, he just stood there watching. So I switched to fingering myself.

One finger.

Two fingers.

He wouldn’t budge, but he also didn’t blink. It was like watching a wrestling match take place inside someone’s head.

Time for the big guns. All five, right to the knuckles…

I watched with pleasure as a large wet spot formed in his pants. I made him cum without touching him!!!

Still, he didn’t break the rules, he was uncommonly committed to not doing anything to lose his job! Once he stopped creaming his khakis he turned a very bright shade of red and ran off to the bathroom.

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