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by Patrick Green
Penny was just about to post the CLOSED sign, when Ellie, the boutique's owner, appeared with a wry smile. "Did you get your panties straightened?" she asked.
Penny smiled. Double entendres were a large part of their conversations during their day shifts together. "My panties are always straight."
"Don't turn that sign around just yet." Ellie said. Penny stared at the older woman, seeing an odd twinkle in her crystal blue eyes.
"I always turn it at five till. Besides, it's dead today"
Ellie shrugged, offering an enigmatic smile. "Give it another couple of minutes. I have to go over some numbers, so...just pop back and let me know when you're leaving." As Ellen disappeared into the office and closed the door, Penny stared out at the street. Her position at Ellen's lingerie boutique was the perfect job considering her class load at the university. Nestled in a quaint upscale shopping villa, the boutique attracted its share of beautiful women looking to accentuate their often enhanced physical endowments with Ellen's tastefully risque' stock.
Then there was Art. Beautiful, sumptuous, slightly goofy Art, with his tousled curly locks, who worked at the bookstore two doors down. She had ventured into the bookstore, offering Art a flirty hello and getting the same in return. Hopefully, her point hadn't been too blatant when she brought a couple of torrid romance novels to the register. He had smiled, making eye contact as he bagged them.
But that didn't tell her enough. If only he would...
"Excuse me. You still open?"
Penny just stared. Here was Art, sticking his curly mop just inside the door, giving her an inquisitive look that sent her heart aflutter.
"Ummm. Yes. We are." She replied, hoping not to betray her pleasant shock.
Art shuffled in, looking a bit self-conscious himself, as he perused the delicates displayed on the boutique's shapely mannequins. He glanced sideways at her, as he touched the edge of a sheer nightskirt.
"Can I help you find something?"
"Well...yeah, actually. I just want to get something really cute and, you know, sexy, for...someone I know".
Penny's heart sank a little. "Of course. Have you given any thought to what she might like?" She hoped her demeanor remained professionally detached.
Art's smile was edgier than she expected. "I don't know her well. I want to...surprise her, see how she likes it."
"Oh. That's very bold."
"Do you think it's a bad idea?" Art asked.
"Well, I guess it depends on the girl." Secretly, Penny envied the would-be recipient of Art's gift.
Looking around, Art settled his gaze on a red negligee with an intricate lace pattern. "What about this? Do you think that's, you know, tasteful?"
Penny smiled mischievously. "It's a bit too much coverage for my tastes."
Art's eyebrow popped up. "Oh? Well then, what would you recommend?"
Penny sauntered past him to a mannequin that sported a red merry-widow with matching g-string panties.
"This is about right." Penny said with playful confidence.
Art actually gulped. "Yeah, that's...very...pretty."
Penny laughed aloud. Art smiled, relaxing.
"What's her size?" Penny asked.
"Not sure. Say, could you...?"
"What?"
"Um...model it?"
A harmless enough request. Penny liked the look of hunger, barely disguised in his eyes.
Minutes later, Penny emerged from the dressing room in her bare feet, spinning slowly for Art, stopping a moment to show off her cute little buttocks, then faced him, thrusting her breasts out a bit. His look of arousal indicated she was close to making a sale. Her gaze was drawn to his crotch, where a mountain of khaki appeared to be forming.
Noticing her look, Art stuffed his hands in his pockets, smiled, then drew them back out. "I like it. How do you...get out of it?"
Penny was surprised at her sudden state of arousal. She stole a glance toward Ellie's closed office door. "I wish I could show you."
Art stepped close, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I have a confession."
Penny's pheromones flooded at his touch. "Yes?"
"I just wanted to see what you looked like in lingerie." He whispered.
Penny beamed, then leaned her head back and chuckled, as much an invitation as an expression of humor. Art took the hint. He placed a strong and soft hand behind her neck and gently gnawed at her jugular. Penny heard herself moan.
She looked toward the door. Art had thoughtfully turned the sign while she was changing. That was deserving of a reward.
She took his hand, glanced toward Ellie's office again, then pulled him into the tiny dressing room.
Art, bless his soul, didn't miss a beat. As Penny pulled the door closed, he gently cupped her breasts and touched his lips to hers, breathimg in some of her essence before pressing her back against the wall of the tiny room. He pulled her against him, running his hands down her back to clutch her ass.
Penny was already unbuttoning his shirt, but gave up on this and went directly to his fly. A couple of strokes confirmed that his manhood was ready to be released into her eager hands. Art looked her in the eyes with earnest gratitude as she unzipped him and stroked his hot, stiff penis. Penny blew a stray strand of brunette curls out of her face. Art must have liked this little touch. He spun her around almost roughly, so that she had to put her hands on the wall to keep from falling into it. Art reached around and pulled the fabric down from her breasts and squeezed them, just hard enough, thank you, before running his hands down her waist to stop at her ass. With a moan, she pushed back, feeling his hot cock between her ass cheeks.
Art reached his right hand around and under the g-string panties, working Penny's clitoris, then with more urgency as she encouraged him with a breathy moan. With his left hand, he pulled aside the thin string between her cheeks, and eased a couple of inches of his stiffness just inside Penny, expelling a quiet "Oooo" as he felt her tightness close around the head of his manhood.
Penny thrust herself back urgently, forcing out of her mind the image of Ellie yanking open the door to find her part-timer getting boned while sporting the merchandise. Art's rocket slid deeply, with some difficulty at first. Penny was good and wet though, so the next stroke was much smoother, drawing amazed gasps from both of them.
"You're even better than my fantasies about you."
Face to face with her own reflection, Penny saw herself smile. She listened a moment for Ellie. Spurred on by the heady fear of getting caught, Penny reached back and grabbed Art's hip, making him meet her backward thrusts. Art caught on and went to work, driving himself to the hilt again and again, while still working her clitoris with his right hand.
Smiling at herself again, Penny immersed herself in the moment, feeling a tingling wave of orgasmic pleasure rise. Penny bit her lip, tensing her body, encouraging Art's handiwork with a hand atop his. She had to stop to raise the hand to her mouth.
"MmmmmMMMMMMMMM!" Her exclamation came as a muffled hum.
Art gripped her ass cheek with his left, the thumb still hooked around the g-string, as he eased up on her clit with his right. "My God, you're beautiful when you come." he proclaimed.
Penny relaxed, resting from the blitzkrieg of pleasure. But Art pumped with renewed enthusiasm, encouraged by his accomplishment. Penny counted the strokes, hoping they would never end. Well into the twenties, Art withdrew and lay his cock against her ass. She felt him cup his hand near the head of his shaft, to catch the heated spurts. Art convulsed, gripping her right ass cheek, as he spattered her left. Then he collapsed, leaning on her back to catch his breath. Penny reached back and tousled his curly locks, as he stood up.
She turned to find him smiling at her shyly while cleaning his hand with a handkerchief. He gave her the handkerchief and a peck on the lips. "Lunch, tomorrow? In the backroom of the bookstore?"
Penny offered a mischievous smile. "I'd love to be your lunch."
Art giggled as he buttoned up his pants and ducked out.
Penny dressed quickly, relieved that Ellie hadn't known about the quickie. But as she slipped out of the dressing room, she was startled to see Ellie locking the door behind Art. Ellie turned to her and smiled. "Did you get your panties straightened?"
Penny stared in horror, sure she'd lost her job. But Ellie laughed.
"Don't be naïve, dear. Who do you think turned the sign around while you were changing?"
Penny smiled, mildly embarrassed to have been a not-so-innocent victim of Ellie's matchmaking scheme.
Ellie started back toward her office. "Art told me to remind you about lunch tomorrow."
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