1. Sex in the dressing room Part 1


    Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: safeandsane02, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    "Let's go in here," Valerie said, towing Simon by his hand into one of the mall's many clothing stores. "You're the boss, boss," he said in his cocky baritone. As far as first dates went, Valerie thought theirs was going well. This was her first time ever meeting a guy through a dating site, and she had half expected him to show up fat and thirty years older than in his profile picture. Alas, he was every bit the tall, scruffy, tattooed twenty-eight-year-old she'd agreed to meet. He was nothing like other guys she had dated; she was only nineteen, and she had never dated anyone more than a few years older than her. She also usually went for the clean-cut preppy guys, so he was definitely something new. But he was tall, fun, and he didn't seem insecure like every other guy out there. Yes, she had had far worse first dates. "What do you think of this?" Valerie asked, holding up a fitted black long-sleeve and posing with it. "Eh, I think it'd look better on me." He snatched it out of her hands and mimicked the pose she had used. He was so tall that it wouldn't have covered half of his midriff. "Yeah, I think I'd definitely look better in it." "I can see that. It would really bring out your belly button." "I don't need some shirt to bring that out. I can do that myself. See?" He lifted his T-shirt halfway up to show rippling abs that were absolutely unreal. The T-shirt dropped again all too soon, just as her eyes were following the dark line of his happy trail to where it ...
    disappeared below his waistband. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked, smirking at her. She was embarrassed to realize that she was still staring, as if she could will the shirt to lift itself up again. "Hmm. Maybe you're right. That shirt might look better on you," she conceded. He grinned and threw the shirt over his shoulder, then went to a rack of skimpy dresses. After rifling through them for a few moments, he presented a green dress with an open back and a plunging neckline. It was so short that Valerie wasn't entirely convinced that it could cover all of her important bits. "Absolutely not," she said. "Why?" he said. "You'd look good. Could show some skin instead of dressing like my little b*****r." She looked at what she was wearing self-consciously. She wore skinny jeans, flats, and a hooded sweater that didn't exactly accentuate her assets. He was right; she did kind of dress like a guy. "Fair point," she said. "If you're buying, maybe we can girlify me after all." She snagged the shirt and dress from on his shoulder. "Any other wardrobe recommendations?" "Well, who knows what you're wearing under all...that," he gestured at her sweater. "Don't push it," she said, but she reluctantly followed him as he made his way over to the lingerie section. He picked out a dark red G-string and held it up against the green dress. "Christmas colors?" She glared at him and took it from him to look at the tag. "This is even in my size." She raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know my size? Or was ...
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