Polly goes shopping and returns empty handed
It's a bright day in the characterful city of Norwich. Polly's bored and decides that she needs some retail therapy. It's only going to be a normal visit to the shops but, being the slut that she is, knickers are discarded and a more sober beige jacket covers a purple embroidered t-shirt. No pin striped Bowler hat, with a donkey jacket, yellow fireman trousers & flippers. She also decides against a bra, it's a nice day, and she'll like the feel of her small but beautifully formed breasts pressing against the t-shirt. Subdued make-up done, she's ready for the off.
Conveniently the shops aren't far, so the first visit is to Aluna J. Wandering round she is acutely aware that her mind isn't on the shopping and that she's beginning to attract the attention of bored husbands who are waiting for their partners to make a decision. The attention is obvious and begins to turn her on. Nipples start to become erect, gentle warm feelings begin to work their way up her legs. This is not what we intended.
Slowly the shop empties until Polly is on her own with just one couple, and the wife disappears to try on a number of items. The man is left on his own, and makes his way over. "Just looking for something to suggest to the missus." Polly looks over her shoulder. He's not tall, in his fifties, looks in reasonable shape, with a nice friendly face. Polly asks if she's in the way? "No you're fine just there, in fact more than fine, exactly where you are." The man is probably just that little bit too close, but Polly's happy with the attention. As the man pretends to inspect random items of women's clothing, Polly can feel his breath on her neck and his hand on her legs. Polly twitches, involuntarily, and the man withdraws his hand. "Sorry" he says but, before she can stop herself she reaches back, feels the man's groin and suggests that there's "no problem". Surprised, and encouraged the man's hand works its way slowly up her leg. The previous warm sensations return and the man's hand works it's way up to Polly's naked bum. Legs seem to separate themselves and fingers find their way towards the recently shaved, and increasingly wet pussy. "Steve!" came the shrill cry. "Come and check this." "Fuck!" The hand was quickly withdrawn and footsteps beat a hasty retreat. Polly decided that this was probably the moment to leave the shop.
In the fresh outside air Polly could still feel the dampness dribbling down her legs. Where to now? Babouska is another favourite. Let's see if this time we can just concentrate on shopping.
It's a bit of walk and the breeze is getting up a little bit. At least her pussy was calming down but there's always the risk of the wind getting to strong. Why oh why didn't I wear knickers. Too late now. On with the shopping.
The familiar white facade appeared and Polly opened the door, with the usual ring, and stepped in doors. Empty? No one here? OK, well at least Polly could shop in peace. Moments passed, the bell rang again, and someone else entered. It was the till girl, short cropped hair, jeans, tee-shirt, cup of coffee in hand. She sat behind the till and said nothing. More moments passed and suddenly the till girl was behind Polly. "Is madame looking for anything in particular?". Polly leapt. "Not really, just browsing". The girl replied that "Madame" looks just fine as he is and flashed a cute smile. "WTF?" passed through Polly's mind. "This is novel." The girl drew back a little and gave Polly a long hard stare. "I know what", she said, "Have you considered this?" The attendant grabbed a skirt and thrust it towards Polly. "I think its just your size, shape and, erm, length. Why not try it on?" Polly decided that she would. What could possibly go wrong?
Returning to the shop floor with the new skirt, she noticed that the shop was still empty. That probably had something to do with the door being locked and "closed" sign being on the outside. "Oh, Madame, that does suit you." Polly looked down. Well, it's nice but very short and her stocking tops were visible. "Let me adjust that for you", came the very helpful suggestion. The "oh no, no need" froze on Polly's lips. Before she could do anything about it the girl was on her knees, behind Polly, going through the motions of "adjusting" the skirt. "Oh!" said the assistant. "Madame appears to be only partly dressed." The blush could be felt in Ipswich. "And Madame appears to have been slightly aroused a short while ago." Suddenly, the girl’s hands were inside the skirt, between Polly's legs, and her slender fingers were feeling her pussy. Polly spluttered a "stop" but it was quite clear that her pussy was eager for this. “Let’s move to the back of the shop” suggested the assistant. This was the moment. Either Polly refused, or she went, and whatever was going to happen would happen. They both moved to the changing area. The assistant ushered Polly into one of the cubicles, sat her down, spread her legs and proceeded to lick Polly’s clit. The tongue moved swiftly deep into her pussy, Polly’s eyes closed, and an “mmmmmm” escaped her lips. This continued for quite a while, Polly’s mind began to wander, and the beginnings of an orgasm found their place deep in her body. The reverie was halted by loud knocking on the shop door. The girl uttered a muffled “oh shit, what’s that?” she immediately rushed away, leaving Polly exposed, frustrated and struggling to get the skirt off. She could hear voices, one male, and decided now was the time to leave. Rushing to get her own clothes on, Polly gathered as much of her composure as she could manage, and flounced out of the shop, with a very curt “I don’t think this is for me!”
Out on the street Polly was aware that she was still somewhat turned on and wasn’t sure what to do next. More shopping or return home for a video and some manual relief. Home seemed the best bet. She couldn’t walk the streets with a wet pussy and no knickers for much longer, and it was getting a little late. She returned round and walked straight into an old—ish chap who was strangely familiar. He smiled. “I wondered how long you’d be.” It was Steve from the first shop and he had a funny look on his face. Before anymore was said, Steve put an arm round Polly’s shoulder and directed her towards the nearest car park. “You said it would be alright” he said as his hand slipped down to her bottom. Polly didn’t resist. As they turned into a side street, his hand slid further down and a finger found it’s way between her legs. Polly slightly stumbled but regained her balance as the pace hastened and they turned into the car park. Still being firmly held, Polly’s breathing deepened and the lift was called. It was empty, the both got in and the top floor was selected. On the way up Polly was forced against the wall, her skirt lifted and Steve’s hand thrust itself between her legs. “You, young lady, have brought this on yourself. I’ve been hard almost all afternoon and I’ve managed to get rid of the wife, so you are going to suck me off.” Polly stared at him in stunned silence. That was all the encouragement he needed. His vigorous fingering of Polly’s pussy only stopped when the lift did. With one arm under hers, Steve led a very slightly wobbly Polly to a large 4x4 in a dark corner of the car park. Polly breathed a sigh a relief when she saw the secluded corner and the deep tinting on the car windows. She knew what was coming, didn’t want to stop it but she really didn’t want to run the risk of being seen. Steve opened the car door and usher Polly in. He got in on the opposite side. Polly could see the bulge in his trousers and leant over to undo the belt and zip. His dick sprang up. Not too big, circumcised, and clearly ready for action. Polly took it in her mouth. Steve’s hand reached over Polly’s back, pulled the skirt up, exposing her pert bum. “What now” thought Polly? The answer wasn’t long in coming. Steve’s hand snaked down past her anus, straight into her pussy, still moist from the previous explorations. Steve’s other hand planted itself on the back of Polly’s head, forcing his dick deeper into Polly’s mouth. She gagged and she could feel the drool lubricating his dick in her mouth. Once again she could feel the orgasm rising but she continue to suck on Steve’s now throbbing dick as best she could. Suddenly she could feel Steve go rigid and she waited for the invevitable. When it came it filled her mouth, Steve didn’t withdraw and continued to fondle her pussy until Polly came too. “Swallow!” came the stern instruction. Polly felt compelled to obey and took all Steve’s sticky cum down her throat. Finally she looked up. Steve was smiling. Polly did her best to reciprocate. “I still don’t feel we’ve finished. Give me your mobile and get ready for the next call.” The fateful number was provided.
In a matter of seconds, Polly found herself exhilarated, shaky, struggling to tidy her clothes, and watching Steve’s car vanish down the exit ramp. “Now” she thought to herself. “Which way is home”.
Conveniently the shops aren't far, so the first visit is to Aluna J. Wandering round she is acutely aware that her mind isn't on the shopping and that she's beginning to attract the attention of bored husbands who are waiting for their partners to make a decision. The attention is obvious and begins to turn her on. Nipples start to become erect, gentle warm feelings begin to work their way up her legs. This is not what we intended.
Slowly the shop empties until Polly is on her own with just one couple, and the wife disappears to try on a number of items. The man is left on his own, and makes his way over. "Just looking for something to suggest to the missus." Polly looks over her shoulder. He's not tall, in his fifties, looks in reasonable shape, with a nice friendly face. Polly asks if she's in the way? "No you're fine just there, in fact more than fine, exactly where you are." The man is probably just that little bit too close, but Polly's happy with the attention. As the man pretends to inspect random items of women's clothing, Polly can feel his breath on her neck and his hand on her legs. Polly twitches, involuntarily, and the man withdraws his hand. "Sorry" he says but, before she can stop herself she reaches back, feels the man's groin and suggests that there's "no problem". Surprised, and encouraged the man's hand works its way slowly up her leg. The previous warm sensations return and the man's hand works it's way up to Polly's naked bum. Legs seem to separate themselves and fingers find their way towards the recently shaved, and increasingly wet pussy. "Steve!" came the shrill cry. "Come and check this." "Fuck!" The hand was quickly withdrawn and footsteps beat a hasty retreat. Polly decided that this was probably the moment to leave the shop.
In the fresh outside air Polly could still feel the dampness dribbling down her legs. Where to now? Babouska is another favourite. Let's see if this time we can just concentrate on shopping.
It's a bit of walk and the breeze is getting up a little bit. At least her pussy was calming down but there's always the risk of the wind getting to strong. Why oh why didn't I wear knickers. Too late now. On with the shopping.
The familiar white facade appeared and Polly opened the door, with the usual ring, and stepped in doors. Empty? No one here? OK, well at least Polly could shop in peace. Moments passed, the bell rang again, and someone else entered. It was the till girl, short cropped hair, jeans, tee-shirt, cup of coffee in hand. She sat behind the till and said nothing. More moments passed and suddenly the till girl was behind Polly. "Is madame looking for anything in particular?". Polly leapt. "Not really, just browsing". The girl replied that "Madame" looks just fine as he is and flashed a cute smile. "WTF?" passed through Polly's mind. "This is novel." The girl drew back a little and gave Polly a long hard stare. "I know what", she said, "Have you considered this?" The attendant grabbed a skirt and thrust it towards Polly. "I think its just your size, shape and, erm, length. Why not try it on?" Polly decided that she would. What could possibly go wrong?
Returning to the shop floor with the new skirt, she noticed that the shop was still empty. That probably had something to do with the door being locked and "closed" sign being on the outside. "Oh, Madame, that does suit you." Polly looked down. Well, it's nice but very short and her stocking tops were visible. "Let me adjust that for you", came the very helpful suggestion. The "oh no, no need" froze on Polly's lips. Before she could do anything about it the girl was on her knees, behind Polly, going through the motions of "adjusting" the skirt. "Oh!" said the assistant. "Madame appears to be only partly dressed." The blush could be felt in Ipswich. "And Madame appears to have been slightly aroused a short while ago." Suddenly, the girl’s hands were inside the skirt, between Polly's legs, and her slender fingers were feeling her pussy. Polly spluttered a "stop" but it was quite clear that her pussy was eager for this. “Let’s move to the back of the shop” suggested the assistant. This was the moment. Either Polly refused, or she went, and whatever was going to happen would happen. They both moved to the changing area. The assistant ushered Polly into one of the cubicles, sat her down, spread her legs and proceeded to lick Polly’s clit. The tongue moved swiftly deep into her pussy, Polly’s eyes closed, and an “mmmmmm” escaped her lips. This continued for quite a while, Polly’s mind began to wander, and the beginnings of an orgasm found their place deep in her body. The reverie was halted by loud knocking on the shop door. The girl uttered a muffled “oh shit, what’s that?” she immediately rushed away, leaving Polly exposed, frustrated and struggling to get the skirt off. She could hear voices, one male, and decided now was the time to leave. Rushing to get her own clothes on, Polly gathered as much of her composure as she could manage, and flounced out of the shop, with a very curt “I don’t think this is for me!”
Out on the street Polly was aware that she was still somewhat turned on and wasn’t sure what to do next. More shopping or return home for a video and some manual relief. Home seemed the best bet. She couldn’t walk the streets with a wet pussy and no knickers for much longer, and it was getting a little late. She returned round and walked straight into an old—ish chap who was strangely familiar. He smiled. “I wondered how long you’d be.” It was Steve from the first shop and he had a funny look on his face. Before anymore was said, Steve put an arm round Polly’s shoulder and directed her towards the nearest car park. “You said it would be alright” he said as his hand slipped down to her bottom. Polly didn’t resist. As they turned into a side street, his hand slid further down and a finger found it’s way between her legs. Polly slightly stumbled but regained her balance as the pace hastened and they turned into the car park. Still being firmly held, Polly’s breathing deepened and the lift was called. It was empty, the both got in and the top floor was selected. On the way up Polly was forced against the wall, her skirt lifted and Steve’s hand thrust itself between her legs. “You, young lady, have brought this on yourself. I’ve been hard almost all afternoon and I’ve managed to get rid of the wife, so you are going to suck me off.” Polly stared at him in stunned silence. That was all the encouragement he needed. His vigorous fingering of Polly’s pussy only stopped when the lift did. With one arm under hers, Steve led a very slightly wobbly Polly to a large 4x4 in a dark corner of the car park. Polly breathed a sigh a relief when she saw the secluded corner and the deep tinting on the car windows. She knew what was coming, didn’t want to stop it but she really didn’t want to run the risk of being seen. Steve opened the car door and usher Polly in. He got in on the opposite side. Polly could see the bulge in his trousers and leant over to undo the belt and zip. His dick sprang up. Not too big, circumcised, and clearly ready for action. Polly took it in her mouth. Steve’s hand reached over Polly’s back, pulled the skirt up, exposing her pert bum. “What now” thought Polly? The answer wasn’t long in coming. Steve’s hand snaked down past her anus, straight into her pussy, still moist from the previous explorations. Steve’s other hand planted itself on the back of Polly’s head, forcing his dick deeper into Polly’s mouth. She gagged and she could feel the drool lubricating his dick in her mouth. Once again she could feel the orgasm rising but she continue to suck on Steve’s now throbbing dick as best she could. Suddenly she could feel Steve go rigid and she waited for the invevitable. When it came it filled her mouth, Steve didn’t withdraw and continued to fondle her pussy until Polly came too. “Swallow!” came the stern instruction. Polly felt compelled to obey and took all Steve’s sticky cum down her throat. Finally she looked up. Steve was smiling. Polly did her best to reciprocate. “I still don’t feel we’ve finished. Give me your mobile and get ready for the next call.” The fateful number was provided.
In a matter of seconds, Polly found herself exhilarated, shaky, struggling to tidy her clothes, and watching Steve’s car vanish down the exit ramp. “Now” she thought to herself. “Which way is home”.
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