Surprise Party Pt. 03

"Well, that decides it," Sandy declared, standing up and walking over with the dress bag. Looking down at Jim and catching sight of the tent pole action in his crotch before the boy could cover up with the shoe he pulled from Marla's foot, he asked, "You don't mind if my wife changes into her dress in your back room, do you?"

"What? No, of course not," he hurriedly agreed, "right through that curtain."

Marla kicked off her remaining old shoe and stood to take the bag from Sandy. "Right through there," her husband pointed. "Just open the curtain."

The way he said 'open' made it clear to Marla what he wanted and she gave him a smiling kiss on the lips before heading to the back of the store. She pulled open the curtain to walk through, but didn't pull it shut behind her. A step or two inside she found a place to hang the dress bag and with her back to the three staring males in the store she undid the buttons and slipped off her blouse. Then the skirt's zipper was going down and she wriggled it over her hips. Instead of just letting it drop to the floor she bent forward at the waist and slowly lowered it down the length of her legs, giving her audience a clear, extended look at her hot ass, both white cheeks below the panties' edge still had faint red marks from her earlier punishment. Finally she stepped out of the skirt, opened the dress bag and raised the dress over her head. As it came down she turned, facing the drooling salesmen and her grinning husband. They got a good look at her breasts, belly and crotch before the dress was finally in place and being smoothed over her hips.

She walked out with a small, sexy smile on her lips and gave Rod a slight nod before heading back over to Jim and Sandy. "Who's first?" she asked.

Jim's mouth gaped. It was a good thing he'd picked up one of the shoe boxes to cover his crotch when he'd stood to watch Marla's striptease because he felt his snake wiggling again, wanting to escape.

"Hmm," Marla said thoughtfully. "Should I go with the tried and true classic first and save the new model for after or should I go with the new and daring up front?"

"Well, it looks like our young friend has something in his hand already," Jim said in the same playful tone. "Why don't we let him choose who's first and who's second?"

"That's a good idea," she agreed. "Just as long as I get to try both." Staring deep into the young man's eyes and stealing Sandy's name badge reading trick she put one hand out to steady herself on Sandy's shoulder, pointed a stockinged foot forward and said, "Jim?"

'What should he do, what should he say?' Finally her proffered foot registered in his fevered mind, 'the shoes, oh man, the fucking shoes'. He abruptly dropped to one knee and opened the box to expose the stiletto. Clumsily he got the shoes out of the box. Another deep breath, then he was holding first one, then the other steady as Marla stepped into them.

Stepping between the two men Marla walked the length of the store and back, stopping at wall mirrors to admire the shoes from different angles. Then she was back and Jim was swapping the classics for the newer model. Again she paraded the room, Rod and Jim staring openly at the sway of her ass as she walked away and the thrust of her bosom as she returned. Sandy did the same, but also checked out the look on his wife's face; it was clear she was loving this attention.

Returning to the men again she let Jim slip the shoes off, then turned to Sandy. "I really like them both, but I think I'll take the newer style if you don't mind."

"Of course not," he smiled. "The classic will always be there, but a woman should try something new from time to time – it keeps life exciting."

She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "You're the best!" Into his ear she added in a whisper, "and the baddest." Then she skipped into the back room, once again 'forgetting' to close the curtain behind her as she carefully removed the cocktail dress and put back on her office clothes.

Coming back out she joined Sandy at the checkout counter. Rod was behind the counter ringing them up and Jim stood next to Sandy. "Marla, remember what I said about this mall having the friendliest staff?" Marla nodded, looking sensuously at the two young men. "Well, Jim just insisted that we ring up your shoes under his employee discount, saving us 20 percent."

A happy, surprised smile covered Marla's face. "Why, that's so sweet!" She moved up to Jim, and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, one hand on his shoulder, the other cupping his still half-swollen cock. Giving him a firm squeeze she said, "You have such a big...heart. I'm sure something nice is going to happen to you."

"It already has," he assured her, "it already has."

Again Sandy offered his wife his arm and again they left flushed and unsettled salespeople in their wake. Sandy imagined Jim was going to be taking an extended bathroom break soon and smiled wickedly to think that soon his lovely bride wasn't going to get away so easily from an excited cock.

"And what does that dirty look mean?" she asked, looking sideways at him as they walked away from Danforth's.

"Wha?" Quickly he replaced half of his evil thought with another. "I was just thinking that young Jim will probably be headed off to the men's room to jack off after that delightful performance of yours." She joined him in laughter. "Then I wondered if you might like to go with him to help out."

"Oh, really? And what would you be doing?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "Taking part or just watching? Either way I'm sure I'd enjoy myself."

"Well, I don't know about Jim, but how about you and I slip off to the restroom and get a little relief ourselves?" she urged in a low tone.

Taking her in his arms he could feel the heat rising off her and the urgings in his own belly. "That's not in the plan, but plans can change." He kissed her deeply.