1 comments/ 23568 views/ 22 favorites A Daring Date By: harveypotempkin Ella and I first met in college. She was on the women's Lacrosse team and I had a work-study job as equipment manager. Ella wasn't the prettiest girl on the team by conventional standards, but she was the highlight of my work for the team. She was slim and athletic like the rest of the girls, and stood maybe 5' 9". She had perky c-cup breasts topped with nipples that were almost always hard and visible through her sports bra and jersey. The team uniforms were a red athletic skirt that came halfway down the girls' thighs with a white tank top that had some red stripes, and they'd generally wear spandex shorts underneath the skirt to protect their modesty and a sports bra on top for games. For practices, different girls did different things. Some wore gym shorts and a t-shirt, others wore spandex shorts and a t-shirt, and Ella always wore spandex shorts and a sports bra. I loved watching from the sidelines as the girls ran, their athletic bodies in peak condition and their tits bouncing with their exertion. I'll be honest, the girls sometimes caught me staring. Mostly I'd look down in embarrassment and they looked at me with some mix of frustration and resignation. Ella, however, would just smile. Sometimes she'd wink at me, too. Sometimes she'd bounce up and down to get her breasts to wiggle for me. And sometimes she'd lick her lips and run her hands over her body. I lived for those days. Ella and I were the same year in college, and I started as equipment manager when we were sophomores and she played jv. She'd tease me that year and wear outfits maybe a bit more daring than the other girls, but she really got started junior year. About halfway through the spring season, Ella came out onto the practice field on a particularly warm day wearing her usual black spandex shorts, but on top she was wearing light grey sports bra. I could tell something was different this day because her nipples, which I could usually make out with some discrete staring, were obvious. The material must have been different. As practice wore on, Ella and her teammates got sweaty and Ella's top started to get wet. The fabric clung even better to her breasts and became a little bit transparent. Her nipples showed through the top both in their well-defined shape and in their pinkish hue. I couldn't take my eyes away from her, and she could tell. Ella winked at me the first time she caught me staring, and then she held eye contact and licked her lips. About an hour into the two-hour practice that day, Ella's top was soaked and I was doing all I could not to stare constantly. I looked at her again as she stood in the field, taking a breather, and she caught my eye. She smiled that award-winning smile at me and stretched her arms above her head, sticking out her chest and showing off her fantastically sexy torso. And then she brought her hands to her hips and rolled the waist of her black shorts down once, then twice, then three times, until a hint of red underwear peeked over the top of her shorts. I didn't look away from her for the rest of that practice. The next week, Ella stayed after practice to ask me a favor. She wanted her uniform skirt shortened an inch or maybe two. "For fun, you know?" She explained. I shortened her skirt two and a half inches and waited patiently for game day. Ella wore the shortened skirt to the game the next week, and under it she was missing the usual spandex shorts. I had to know what was under her skirt and followed her every move on the field and off that afternoon. All I saw was more and more leg as she ran and jumped and moved around. And then she dove for a catch and the skirt, briefly, flared up to reveal her wardrobe choice. She was wearing a white thong under the skirt. I knew all the men in the bleachers had seen - they must have been looking as hard as I was. And I knew, then, that Ella loved the attention. If Ella liked to tease then, by golly, I'd let her tease me! A couple of weeks later, I was cleaning up after all the girls had left the locker room. I was supposed to wait until everyone left, then go through and clean up any mess they'd left, picking up towels, putting shoes back into their owner's lockers, just tidying up. I'd shout as I entered the locker room just in case there was anyone inside. Well, that week, I shouted that I was coming in and didn't hear any response, so I went in and started busying myself with the girls' mess. And then I realized that the shower was still running. So I called out again, not wanting to rudely surprise anyone. And then the shower shut off and Ella appeared in the doorway between the showers and the locker room, wearing only a towel. She stood there for a moment as I took in the sight. She'd wrapped the towel around her breasts, and it hung from her chest to maybe a third of the way down her thighs. Her breasts were only partially covered by the towel; a swell over the top hinted at the wonders concealed. I was speechless and couldn't take my eyes away from her. "Oh!" she said. "I didn't realize I'd taken that long - I'll just be a minute." I stammered my excuses and headed for the door. "No, don't go," she said. "I don't want to make you late. Just, uh, look the other way." And so I kept picking up towels and clothes and snuck as many glances at her as I thought I could. She had her back to me as she pulled up a red thong under her towel, and then pulled a dress over her head before letting the towel fall to the floor. I caught a glimpse of her thong-encased ass as she pulled her dress on and then turned to me with a smile. "Zip me up, dear?" she asked, sweetly. I silently complied and she bounded off, wishing me a nice day. As the season wore on, Ella played a similar game with me almost every day. She never showed me her tits or her pussy, but she got closer and closer. She'd drop the towel before putting on her underwear, showing me her bare back, or she'd greet me in a towel wrapped around her waist with an arm slung across her chest. The next year, I'd gotten a promotion to equipment manager and team photographer, since I studied photography in school and was a senior. I didn't see Ella at all outside of lacrosse events, and so it had been a while when I saw her for the first time as team photographer. The plan for the first day was for me to get a team picture in clean uniforms on the field, and then throughout practice, I'd call girls over for their individual photos. The first shot went fine and so did all of the individual portraits until I came to Ella's. I called her name and she ran over to me, ready for business. We made some small talk while I posed her and took her picture, and then she ran off when we were done. No wink, no acknowledgement of what we'd done all last year, nothing. Perhaps this year would be boring, I thought as I called the next girl over. At the end of practice, after the girls had all left, I went into the locker room to clean up, as usual. And then I heard the shower. Maybe this year would be fun, I thought, as the shower turned off. And there was Ella, standing in front of me, wrapped in a towel. She smiled at me and, as though she were wearing nothing special, she came over to chat. "Can I see the portrait you shot of me?" I showed her the picture on my camera's viewfinder. "That won't do. Can I pose for another one?" "Of course," I said, "whatever you'd like." "How about right now? I was thinking I could pose just like this." Ella started taking poses, and I snapped into action. She acted surprised in the doorway of the locker room, and then she posed putting on lipstick in the mirror, and then she leaned forward from her hips, facing me, to blow a kiss to the camera. I told her to hold that pose as I slowly walked around her. Her towel, fastened between her breasts, hung from her loosely. We both knew that if she stayed posed and I walked all the way behind her, she'd be showing me her bare pussy. I walked slowly around her, taking pictures from the side, catching more and more of her bared thigh and ass in my lens as I walked. She stood up and asked to see the pictures I'd taken. As we flipped through the pictures, she smiled broadly and complimented my skills as a photographer. I told her how beautiful she was and how much I liked taking her pictures. She had one more idea, she said, turning to her locker. "Turn around," she commanded. When she told me to face her again, she was wearing a thin white v-neck t-shirt that came to her hips and a black thong. "Let's go to the showers." Ella led me to the showers, a big room with a bunch of shower heads and no dividers. She started one of the showers and stood next to the water, putting a hand under to test the temperature. As she stood next to the running shower, drops of water began to spray on to her shirt, turning it transparent and teasing me with glimpses of flesh. I brought my camera out and started taking pictures. Ella stepped under the water and was immediately soaked. Her shirt clung to her like a second skin, transparently highlighting the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the hardness of her nipples. She smiled at me as she ran her fingers through her hair and then down her body. She pulled the shirt up, baring her firm abs and showing off her wet black thong. And then she put her thumbs in the waistband of her thong and slowly started to pull it down until just a hint of her carefully trimmed pubic hair showed. And then she stopped. She looked at me with a coy smile and told me to turn around for a moment, which I did. When I turned back to face her, the thong was at my feet and Ella was pulling her shirt down to cover her pussy. And there she stood, covering herself with a very wet shirt as best she could, coquettishly giving my camera a slight grin, perhaps an invitation. Her breasts stood proud on her chest, clearly visible through her shirt, and her light pubic hair, trimmed to a small triangle emerged through the shirt as well. "Keep the thong," she said as she turned the shower off and dashed into the locker room. By the time I got my wits about me, she was dressed and gone. I got called home because of a family emergency that afternoon and didn't see Ella again. I had to transfer to another college to finish my degree, and I didn't have any contact information for her. I sent the coach all the pictures of the team, but the pictures of Ella were my secret pleasure for years. I'd look at them and remember those adventures and rub her thong, which I of course kept. And then something strange happened last week. It's been eight years since I last saw Ella. I'm thirty now. The youthful dream of being a photographer didn't stick - I'm an IT consultant in a small firm. I'm single now but had my share of romances and go on occasional dates. When I turned 28 and saw thirty approaching, I resolved to take care of a couple of things. I'd started to look like a stereotype of an IT consultant. I was getting rounder and obviously didn't know a thing about fashion. So I changed. I started working out at the gym three times a week and running three times a week. I started paying attention to my clothes - with the help of a close friend who I dated briefly. In any case, I can get women's numbers in bars now. And I see a lot of surprised faces on clients when I say that I'm the IT consultant. So last week. I answered my cell one evening while watching Law and Order and eating the simple dinner I'd made myself. And I couldn't believe who was on the other end. It was Ella. How she'd found me, I had no idea, but she was in town and was asking if we could get dinner the next night and I heard myself saying that I had plans (what an idiot - I could've canceled them easily!) and then we settled on a Thursday night date (was it, in fact, a date?) and a place. I don't think I paid attention to anything anyone said to me for the next few days until Thursday arrived. I left work early that day to go home and figure out what to wear, what to say, what to talk about, and what to drink. I started with a small glass of bourbon as I looked at my closet. She'd suggested a pretty casual place, so I wouldn't wear a tie. I settled on a nice pair of jeans and a linen blazer over a checkered shirt. Formal enough in case she wore a dress, but dressed-down enough that we'd match if she were in jeans. It was time to go. I drove to dinner and saw her as I entered the restaurant. She was still stunning. She'd kept her youthful athletic form and somehow grown into it. She looked interesting, traveled, and hot. She was wearing jeans and a red tank top that showed off her toned legs and her fantastic chest. We hugged. I realized then that I knew nothing about her at all. We hadn't spoken much in college and none since then. It felt like a first date. What do you do, etc. Ella was a PR exec at a large firm and had been transferred to town two months prior for a new gig. She'd seen my name on the invite list of a charity gala her company had sponsored and hoped I'd show up (I didn't - those rubber chicken dinners are a waste of my donation money) and when she didn't see me there, she found my number. We spent two hours over dinner and then a couple of beers and while it felt like a first date, it felt like a fantastic first date. We were flirting with each other, touching the other's arm as we told stories and making occasional dirty puns. It was fun to see her. And I still enjoyed seeing her. She had obviously skipped the bra for our date, as her trademark hard nipples were on display. And when she'd lean in to whisper a piece of gossip about some other couple in the restaurant, her tank top showed off a lovely swell of cleavage. After we finished the second round of beers, I asked if she wanted another. "You know what," she said, "let's have an adventure." We settled the check as I asked her what type of an adventure she wanted to have. She wouldn't say, but told me to get behind the wheel. She'd not been outside the city since arriving and asked me to show her some of the natural sights. I had a place in mind. There was a maybe forty mile trek that some buddies and I had done a year back that had spectacular views of waterfalls and a lake and about halfway through, the trail came near a highway for a rest stop area - maybe six parking spots, a great view, and a picnic table. I drove there. We kept flirting in the car. I told her about the hike I'd done with my buddies, she'd joked about skinny dipping in the lake and tight quarters. I told her that when she came the next time, we could share a sleeping bag, to keep the weight of our packs down. She was working on a comeback - something about how she could save more weight by hiking nude - when we arrived. We got out of the car and took in the view. She snapped a picture with her phone. And then a wicked grin crossed her face. "Take a picture of me here? For old times sake?" I got my phone out, too, and took her picture, trying to frame her body and the view behind her to balance the flow of the eyes over the shot. "You're still good at this," she exclaimed, looking at my photo. "Even if you don't bring that fancy camera with you everywhere." "It's like riding a bike." "Take another. I'll be your model." Ella posed for me, putting her hand behind her head and the other on her thigh. She smiled at me with a smoldering look in her eyes. I took the picture. "You're gorgeous." "Aww, thanks. What should I do next? Direct me, Mr. Photographer." "Stick your chest out." She did, her hands at her waist and her tits straining against her tank top. "So sexy." "Thanks! What would be even sexier?" she asked. "Take off your jeans." She slipped off her jeans and stood in front of me in her black lace panties and red tank. I snapped a picture. "Pull your shirt down to cover your panties." All of a sudden, I was back in that high school locker room, anxious with nerves in front of the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, who was stripping and performing for me. She pulled down her shirt. "Oh, it looks like I'm not wearing any panties!" "And pulling down on your top shows more cleavage. You're gorgeous, you know." Ella grinned. "Now pull up your top." She pulled the hem of her tank to just below her breasts, showing off her flat stomach. I snapped a picture. "Higher." She lifted her shirt another inch, showing off the bottom swell of her breasts. I took a picture. "Just a bit higher." She inched the top higher yet, until her tits were completely exposed. "Ok," she said, "I'll show you my nipples." I snapped a picture. "Your breasts are amazing." She smiled and turned her back to me. "I'll just take the shirt off. I know that's what you want." She turned back to face me with her arms crossed across her chest, naked but for her black lace panties. "You're so sexy." "I'm not sure I want to get all the way naked out here. I'm having fun, but just want to keep my panties on." She waited, and I took a picture. "Well, aren't you going to tell me what to do?" "Face the camera," I said, "and slowly lower your panties." She faced me and moved her hands from her breasts to her hips, baring her tits to the world. They were beautiful. Tear-drop shaped and still perky. Her nipples, at attention, were begging to be sucked on. I snapped picture after picture with her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, slowly showing more and more of her belly and then a tuft of public hair. I was immediately brought back to our time in college when she showed me those pubes in the shower. "What if a car comes by?" she asked. "We're in public and I'm almost naked!" "I haven't seen anyone," I said. "But what would make you more comfortable?" Ella looked with some lust at the obvious bulge in my jeans. "What the hell," she said, and dropped her panties. "Get a picture before I change my mind." She showed me her ass and twisted to show a breast as well. "You're so sexy. And so brave." "I can't believe I'm doing this. This is such a thrill!" "Go stand next to the car, and get up on the hood." I took a couple of pictures of Ella on the hood of the car, and climbing on top. "What if the cops come?" Ella asked. "They'll want to watch! You're a fucking godess." "You flatterer," she said, getting off the car and standing next to the door. She put her feet shoulder distance apart and threw her arms over her head. "Here's your naked girl picture, perv." "I love that you're getting so into this," I said. "I'm so into this. Let me expose myself for your camera." She leaned over the hood of the car, showing her ass to my camera. Bending the way she did, she must have known her pussy was on full display as well, and obviously wet. I took picture after picture. "Hold that pose," I said as she looked at me from around her legs. "Got to check the light." "You are a professional!" she exclaimed as I walked over. I stood behind her and pressed my bulging jeans into her pussy and then leaned over her back to whisper in her ear, one hand on her hips and the other on her side with my fingers just at the edge of her breast. "There's no light meter on this phone; I just wanted to be near you." She pushed me back off her. "That's no fair. Drop your pants." She took the phone as I dropped trou. And then she had me take my shirt off and pose in my tented boxers. "Good," she said, handing the phone back. Ella opened the back door of the car and sat facing out. Her legs slightly spread, she moved her hands to her tits and started playing with them. "Is this what you want to do to me?" I nodded while taking pictures. "Show me what you want me to do to you." A Daring Date I handed Ella the phone and let my boxers fall to the ground, getting naked with Ella. I started to slowly stroke my cock. Ella cooed, one hand taking pictures and the other in between her thighs. She stood up and handed me the camera before falling to her knees in front of me. She looked up at me, smiled, and took my cock in her mouth while I photographed. After a quick bob down and up on my cock, she let go and pulled me back to the car. "I'm going to spread my legs for you," she hissed. "Take a picture." And she sat in the car and spread her legs wide. She opened her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand and found her clit with the other. "Take my picture," she pleaded, exposed for my camera, her dripping pussy hungry for my cock. She beckoned for me to come closer. Ella took my cock in her hand and guided me to her entrance. "Take a picture," she hissed, pausing. I snapped a shot of the head of my cock just parting her lips. "Oh," Ella moaned, and then pushed me away. My cock ached to be back at her pussy, throbbing in the night air. "I've got an idea," she said, pushing me away. "Get dressed and drive." As I squeezed my rock-hard and aching cock back into my jeans and pulled my shirt back on, Ella threw her clothes back on and jumped into the passenger seat. "Let's go to the mall," she said. As I drove to the mall, Ella asked for my phone and installed the snapchat app on it. Snapchat, she explained, would let us send each other pictures that would automatically disappear after a set number of seconds. We arrived at the mall and parked. The mall was open late that night, and the parking lot was sparsely filled. Whatever Ella had planned, we would have a mix of company and privacy. As we walked into the mall, Ella explained her plan. She'd taken only her phone and a credit card, leaving her purse in my car. She was going to go shopping and would send me snapchats as she tried things on. Ella instructed me to come find her if she asked me to or in an hour or so, but in the meantime, she left me in a cafe near the entrance. "See you soon," she called as she went off to shop. I didn't know what to expect of this turn of events, so I ordered a coffee and bought the paper. No sooner had I sat down at a table than my phone buzzed. Ella had sent me a snapchat. She had taken a selfie in front of a display of panties. She'd added the caption "What do you think about red?" I texted her back, "Red would be sexy, but you look better without any." She replied with a winking smiley face. A few minutes later, another snapchat arrived. She'd taken a picture of herself in a mirror. Ella was in the men's section, wearing her jeans and a pale blue men's button-down shirt. She'd buttoned just the buttons from between her breasts to her navel, exposing her luscious cleavage in the middle of the store. Where was her tank top? Had she gone topless in the men's section to change outfits? As I imagined her naked in the store, I noticed her nipples poking through the fabric of the shirt and remembered how turned on she had been just a short while ago in the wilderness. My cock rose to attention in the cafe as I stared at the picture on my phone. And then the photo disappeared. My phone buzzed again. Ella was in the same place, but without pants! Her jeans were pooled at her feet - she must have kicked them off along with her shoes. The tails of the men's shirt she was wearing came halfway down her thighs. She'd taken off her pants in the men's section of the department store and was now standing there exposed! Another snapchat came. She was in the same outfit in the same place, but had lifted the right side of her shirt to expose her panties. And they weren't her panties! I remembered the black lace panties she'd been wearing earlier that evening and these were definitely not them. These were red. My imagination went wild. Ella had changed her panties somewhere in that department store. She'd exposed her pussy in the store. Who saw her? Another snapchat arrived. Her shirt was back to covering her, but the red panties were at her knees. The picture disappeared. And then another picture arrived. Ella wasn't in this one. She'd taken a picture of the floor with the red panties in front of the mirror. This one came with a caption: "they smell like pussy. some lucky guy is gonna find them!" I was left to wonder what Ella was up to for a while after that photo of her panties disappeared. Was she walking around the store wearing just that men's shirt, or did she get dressed again? Where were the panties she started the night with? What strange men were ogling her bare legs as she shopped? And what glimpses of more than her legs and cleavage were those men getting? Was Ella teasing other men like she was teasing me? I remembered the way her soaking wet pussy felt when she held my hard cock at her entrance early that night, and my cock throbbed in my pants. I wanted Ella to know how much she turned me on, so I quickly scooted back in my chair and, looking around to make sure no one was looking, I snapped a picture of me rubbing my cock through my jeans. The picture showed my well defined bulge. I added a caption - "you're so sexy" - and sent it to Ella via snapchat. I kept imagining what she was doing and had just started to imagine Ella pressing her wet pussy onto the hard cock of some other customer when another snapchat arrived. Ella was still wearing that men's shirt and had her pants draped over her arm. I presumed she was still naked underneath the shirt, but it kept her covered well enough. Ella was standing in front of bra-and-panty sets. "I think I'll try these on in the fitting room next to the men's clothing," the caption read. It was a couple of minutes before her next snapchat arrived. Ella was in a changing room with the door closed, still wearing the shirt. She had unbuttoned all the shirt's buttons and stood, facing the mirror, with one hand holding her phone and the other covering her crotch. She was naked except for the unbuttoned shirt that covered her tits and her hand covering her pussy. In the next photo, she was wearing a lacy bra and matching lace thong. The bra pushed her tits together, amplifying her cleavage. "I'm going to go look at myself in the mirror outside where the light is better," her caption read. The next photo came pretty quickly. Ella was in the same bra and thong and facing a mirror, but in the anteroom of the changing stalls. Behind her, obviously checking her out, was a clerk who had clearly forgotten his task of sorting through clothes. Ella's caption on this snapchat read "come quick, but pretend to be a stranger." I ditched my coffee and newspaper and almost ran to the men's section of the department store. I grabbed a shirt on my way to the changing rooms, figuring I needed some reason to be there if I was going to play stranger. I got to the changing room area and recognized the guy behind the counter. I showed him the one shirt I had to try on, and not seeing Ella, I ducked into a stall to try on the shirt. I hastily buttoned it up and opened the door. Ella was trying on another bra and panty combination in the communal mirror. She smiled at me. I joined her in front of the mirror. "Do you think this is my color?" I asked, "I'm not really sure." The shirt was a pretty hideous plaid of orange and green, and Ella gently told me so. Then she asked about her outfit. "What do you think about this bra?" she asked, shimmying her shoulder a little. "You look fantastic," I said. "Not too desperate?" Ella asked. "Can I wear this on a second date? I don't want him to think I'm easy, but I definitely want him to want me." "You're definitely sexy, but I don't think this looks desperate. Assuming, of course, that you wear something on top." "Thanks! I'm glad you like it!" Ella turned to go back to her changing stall, and then paused and faced me again. "Could you actually do me a favor?" "Of course." "Well, if the date goes well, I might want him to take me out of this bra. Do you think you could try the clasp and let me know if it gives you any trouble?" Ella stood close in front of me as I reached behind her. I fingered the clasp in the middle of her back and, slowly, opened it. She held the bra to her chest as she back away from me into her stall, and then, with a flourish, turned her back to me and stood in the doorway of the stall. Making eye contact with me through the mirror in front of her, she let the bra drop from her chest, exposing her beautiful breasts and perky nipples to me. She winked and closed the door behind her. I went back into my stall and rushed back into my shirt. As I came out, Ella, too, was emerging. She was back in the men's shirt and a pair of panties - this time, blue. "Let's go," she said, taking my hand and handing me a bag of her clothes. She led me to the register, where we waiting in line while the cashier checked out another customer. The cashier looked like a twenty-year-old kid, maybe working while attending the local university. "Next," he called, and Ella and I moved forward. "I liked this outfit so much I decided to wear it out of the store," Ella said. "Is that OK?" "Of course," the cashier said, looking Ella up and down and starting to blush. "Just the shirt, then?" He pulled his barcode scanner out of the base, extending the cord that attached it to the register and leaning toward Ella. "Where's the tag?" The tab was in a buttonhole between Ella's breasts. She'd tucked it inside the shirt against her skin, so she leaned forward to the cashier to help him. Ella pulled the collars of the shirt apart, showing off more cleavage. The cashier delicately reached between Ella's breasts for the tag and scanned it. "Should I cut this off for you?" he asked. "Please," Ella said, leaning farther forward. From how many buttons had been undone and how far she was leaning forward, I imagined the view the clerk must have had. He was probably looking all the way down her shirt, seeing her nipples and her navel. I glanced at his pants, and saw an unmistakable bulge. I was getting a bit jealous. "Is that all, miss?" the cashier stammered. "These panties, too." Ella lifted one side of her new shirt to show him her blue lace panties. "Let me just jump on up to make this easier for you," she said, sliding her ass on top of the counter and then turning to face the cashier. Ella dangled her feet over the cashier side of the sales desk and looked expectantly at the stunned cashier. "You want to find the tag or what?" she asked. The cashier didn't move. Ella stepped off the counter on to the cashier side and stood facing him. She was an inch away from him, her bare legs next to his slacks, his bulging erection grazing her bare thigh and panty-covered crotch, her breasts brushing against his polo. His eyes went wide. Ella lifted her shirt, exposing her panty-clad ass to the store and showing the cashier her bare belly. "Try the waistband in the back," she instructed, gently. She took his hands and brought them to her ass, roughly pushing herself into him, his hard cock against her crotch. Leaving on of his hands on her ass, she took the other to the waistband of her panties and slid the fingers inside. The cashier began to sweat. "Is it not there? Let's try the front." Ella turned around, pressed her ass into the cashier, and took his hands again. She put his hands on the wait of her panties and then slowly slid his right hand under the waistband. She stopped moving when his fingers were an inch inside of her panties, but his fingers kept going. I watched the shadow of his fingers through the lack of her panties as he teased her pubic hair and then extended his fingers to her pussy. She gasped. And then spread her legs. The cashier's fingers found her pussy. I smiled as one finger disappeared into her. Ella moaned and her head leaned back onto the cashier's shoulder. His other hand reached inside her shirt to play with a breast. A cough came from behind me. An impatient older woman had apparently had enough of the show. Ella and the cashier snapped out of their erotic reverie. He found the tag at her left hip and scanned it. Ella jumped back across the counter and I handed the cashier my card. We left in a hurry. "We're not done," Ella declared as we strolled through the mall. "Oh?" "I've got plans for you." She led me purposefully to American Apparel. "Here's where we're headed." We walked in and started to browse. The store was decorated with mannequins wearing the store's clothes in suggestive poses, and on the wall were blown-up photographs of the iconic American Apparel ads - or something like it. Here was a woman wearing only socks standing against a brick wall, hands covering her breasts and pussy. And here was a young woman in an unmade bed, wearing a thong and plain white t-shirt, her hard nipples obvious under the thin fabric. The hairy leg of a man in bed with her also made an appearance. The store was staffed, this late in the evening, by a lone twenty-two year old. She was cute. Blond and slim, she wore a crochet dress that came a third of the way down her thighs and had a scoop neck. She smiled at us as we walked in, then returned to her folding. We were the only customers in the store. "Let's try on those outfits," Ella suggested, pointing to the unmade bed. She grabbed a white t-shirt and a red lace thong and I found grey briefs in my size, and we went to the changing rooms in the back of the story We took our own changing rooms and emerged through the curtain at the same time, her in her red lace thong and a thin white t-shirt, me in only grey briefs. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of the shirt. "How do I look?" Ella asked. "Fantastic. Better than the model." As we checked each other out, the young women came around the changing rooms. "Need any help?" Ella caught my eye and indicated she had a plan. "Actually yes, if you're willing." "Sure - what can I do for you two?" The young woman's eyes wandered to my crotch, where my cock at half-mast pushed the fabric of the briefs. She also looked Ella up and down, taking in her bare legs and especially her nipples. "I'm an artist working on the concept for my next project," Ella began. "What I'd like to do is start with American Apparel's sexy advertising and instead of critiquing it from a puritanical perspective, I'd like to take it up a notch. Add more sizzle and sex to the sizzliest and sexiest ads." "Ok," the clerk said, not understanding if that was a question or an artist's statement or what. "So could you help my photographer and me think about outfits and poses to sex up the sexy ads? We're wearing the same outfits from that ad on the wall. Would you mind taking pictures while we try poses?" "Sure!" she said, relieved to have been asked a question. "Great!" Ella handed the clerk her phone to take pictures with. "Let's start like in the ad." I lay on my back on the floor and Ella straddled me, her thong about halfway down my thighs. I was starting to get hard. "Make sure to get his erection in the shot," Ella instructed, reaching out to playfully touch my cock through the briefs. The clerk took a picture. "How can we spice this up?" Ella asked. "Maybe I could touch his cock or straddle his head. Or straddle his waist." "Or you could spread his legs and get between them with your mouth at his cock," the clerk suggested. Ella followed her instructions, pressing her face against my hip and extending her tongue toward the bulge in my underwear. "Great," the clerk said. "Now show me his pubes." Ella smiled at the clerk and followed her instructions, inching the waistband of my briefs down to expose my pubic hair. "Great," the clerk said, now straddle him." Ella got on top of me, putting her thong-covered ass on my rock-hard cock. "And take off his briefs, keeping his cock out of the camera's sight." I bent my knees and lifted my ass to help Ella take off the underpants. "Now show me her pubes, but do it by pulling the crotch of her thong aside." I pulled aside the crotch of Ella's panties and felt her pussy juices on my cock immediately. I involuntarily flexed my cock, and Ella moaned. "Now slide back along his cock until the camera can see just a half-inch of cock." Ella slowly slid her soaking wet pussy along the length of my cock while the sales woman took pictures. "I've got to look after the front of the store and lock the door," the clerk said, "but look at the pictures and I'll be right back." Ella took the phone from the clerk and, as she reviewed the pictures, slowly slid further down my cock until the tip was at her entrance. She teased me, rocking her hips back and forth to stimulate the head of my cock. I moaned. The clerk returned. "What's the sexiest thing you've got here?" Ella asked, continuing to rock her hips. My cock was exposed almost fully to the clerk, and her eyes were eating our brazen performance up. "I'll show you," the clerk said, "but first let's do introductions. I'm Emily." "Ella," said Ella, "and this is Liam." "Come with me," Emily said, and spun on her heel. Ella stood, pulling her thong back into place. I followed after retrieving the briefs and pulling them back on. Ella and Emily were standing in front of a row of bodysuits - basically leotards. "I'm wearing one under this dress," Emily was saying. I took the opportunity to look more closely at Emily's dress. It was white, with long sleeves and came to mid-thigh. The material was loosely crocheted, so you could catch glimpses of something red that she had on underneath - a bodysuit, apparently. Ella held up the bodysuit they were talking about and I instantly got harder. The bodysuit was entirely see-through mesh. Then Emily grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, showing Ella and me the bodysuit she wore underneath. She was entirely exposed, but sheathed in mesh. I hardly got a chance to look her over, staring at her tits standing proud on her chest and the wisps of pubic hair at her pussy, before Ella took charge. "Lie down," she commanded, and Emily laid on a pile of t-shirts. "And spread your legs." Emily complied, showing us her hardly-concealed pussy. Ella took a picture and the pushed me between Emily's legs. Emily wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her until my cock, straining against the briefs, was pressed against her crotch. Her pussy was on fire. I felt the heat coming from her and knew she wanted me the way I wanted her - an animal hunger. I couldn't wait for more instructions. Watching Emily's eyes to make sure she wanted it, I pulled the crotch of her bodysuit aside. She moaned. I eased a finger to her pussy and found it leaking juices. I massaged her pussy lips before easing just the tip of my finger in. As I probed more deeply, I rested my thumb on her clit. Emily's hips bucked as she moaned: "Just fuck me already!" I felt another pair of hands on my hips, lowering my briefs, and then felt Ella pressed against my back, her breasts warm on my skin and her pubes tickling my ass. Ella's hands guided my cock to Emily's pussy and the touch was electric. Sandwiched between two hot women, their hands roaming all over me, I was in heaven. I thrust into Emily's hot, wet pussy as Ella played with her clit. Emily's moans grew louder and louder as she thrashed on the pile of clothing. I held on for the ride as Emily screamed to a climax, willing myself not to come. As Emily relaxed and I slowed my thrusts, Ella pulled me away. "It's my turn," she said, "and I need that cock inside me now." A Daring Date I pushed Ella against a pillar and lifted a leg to slide my cock into her. Her pussy gripped my cock as I thrust into her, remembering how long I'd dreamt of fucking the goddess from the locker room. She bit my neck and shouted that she was close. I was too. I thrust once more into her and shot my first load of cum into her pussy. She writhed in orgasm. We collapsed as shot after shot of my hot cum went deep inside her. "I've needed that for years, Liam," Ella purred.