Teacher's Pet Ch. 04

Ariel began touching the dresses against Landrie's shoulders and sides, pressing them to her hips, breasts, even touching her jaw and cheek while commenting about how the color of the dresses might work with her eyes. Nothing overtly sexual, and no liberties taken that weren't welcomed, just consistent and pressing contact.

It took the couple, as I realize I had begun to think of them, about twenty minutes to pick out a thick armful of dresses to try on, and during the entire time the temperature grew hotter between them.

"We're going to try these on!" Landrie called from across the displays.

We I thought, she said "we." Does that mean what I think it means?

"Come stand guard for us?" she asked, winking to confirm my intuition. Just before she entered the changing room she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "our first playtime as a couple. You okay with this?"

I nodded "yes" somewhat dumbly, my anxiety rising like a thermometer in a furnace as the two entered the dressing room, not from Landrie's announced intent to play, but from my role as guard dog. I could just see us being led from the store in cuffs.

Surely to God these places have cameras for security! I thought, looking up. Yes, there are two right on this side. Someone is going to see those two enter the changing rooms at the same time and come running. It had to be an automatic firing offense for an employee to accompany a customer into a changing room. Yet, there they were.

I took a position which commanded a view of both the floor and the door to the changing room itself. Like some changing rooms, the bottom of the door was cut off so that about a foot or more of leg and ankle was visible. Having nothing else to go on, I stared at the four legs to intuit what was happening.

Judging by their angle, Ariel was facing Landrie in the middle of the room. I saw Landrie's legs undulate slightly as she removed her top. I heard Landrie reach past Ariel and hang the garment on a hook, the movement taking Landrie's freshly exposed breasts near Ariel's face.

"Oh my," I heard Ariel murmur quietly. "Oh, my, my...they're perfect!"

Next Landrie's floral skirt and red thong crashed to the floor and Landrie tossed both off her feet before picking them up and returning to a standing position. My girlfriend was now nude in front of an almost total stranger.

Landrie's legs parted, and the toes of her right foot turn outward, and Ariel lean toward her. In return, Landrie leaned forward, and I saw the slightest undulation of her legs. This could have only one meaning, Ariel was massaging my girl's pussy.

"Ahhh, oooooh yesss" I heard Landrie coo in a whisper. "Mmmm, mmmmphhh," I heard Landrie moan, and I knew the two were now fixed together at the lips. It had only been thirty minutes or so since we'd had outrageously good sex. Damn, we had great sex forty minutes ago, she may really be insatiable, I fretted.

Ariel then stepped in between Landrie's legs and stooped, and I heard soft sucking sounds. Landrie's legs arched back, and I heard a long sigh from Landrie confirming that she had offered her tits up to the winsome young blonde, and that Ariel was now feasting on them.

I was harder than iron.

"Yessss fuuuuuckkkk!!" I heard Landrie hiss in confirmation that her nipples were being assaulted. Unless I missed my guess, the rhythm of movement in Landrie's legs meant Ariel was both nibbling on her nipples and massaging her pussy.

"Up on the shelf," Ariel ordered gruffly and Landrie's legs disappeared as she mounted the changing seat.

"Eat...me...." Landrie said haltingly through the slatted blinds.

"You two are going to get Ariel fired, and both of you arrested for public indecency," I muttered to them through the slats.

"That's why you're on patrol," Landrie answered. "We're counting on you...yoouuuu....ohhhh, oohhhh...yessss!"

"Is that him I taste? In you?" Ariel asked.

"Yes," Landrie replied.

"Geez, he tastes good. Oh fuck, this is hot as shit," Ariel replied, diving back in. My mind fuzzed at the thought that a complete stranger was at this very moment devouring my cum and complimenting the taste.

I was close enough to hear Ariel's fingers squelch in and out of Landrie's pussy, and her breath pulse in and out as she went down on my girlfriend again. I then heard Landrie's heavy breathing in response and her whimper as she scuffled along her perch in response to the beautiful young blonde's ministrations. I moved back to the lookout point.

"Finding what you need?" I heard from behind me, nearly jumping out of my skin. The matron, as I'd thought of her, had ambushed me.

"Yes mam," I said loudly enough for both girls to hear. Pretending to be slightly tone deaf, I continued loudly, "I think Ariel was extraordinarily helpful and they found several items that my girlfriend wanted to try on." I waved my hand at the closed door. The old Biddie gave the changing room floor a stare. If she had any notion that she was looking at her sales' clerk's pumps rather than Landrie's flats, she gave no hint of it.

"Well excellent!" I'll be right up at the checkout desk when you're ready," she said brightly, perfectly willing to snap up Ariel's commission in her apparent absence. "By the way, did you see where my associate got off too?" she asked, "we have a training a little later. If you happen to see her again, would you mind sending her on?"

"Of course," I replied in my best boy scout voice.

"Well, here's the first one," Landrie said, exiting the dressing room and swiftly pulling the door closed behind her before the elderly clerk could see behind it. I glanced at the bottom of the dressing room door, seeing no feet at all. Ariel had jumped up on the sitting shelf the moment Landrie left.

"Why that's lovely," the Matron echoed, and an excellent value as well. The dress was just the classic 'little black dress:' zippered down the back, hemline a few inches above the knee, snug enough to reveal a few curves, but not tight enough to be provocative. The neckline showed no cleavage at all, and the skirt showed not nearly enough of Landrie's fabulous legs. Add a set of pearls and it was perfect for a church social.

"Well?" Landrie asked after the old dinosaur left, cocking her head coquettishly and reading my negative answer before I verbalized it.

"No! Absolutely not. If I have a say in this, and I should because I'm buying it, I want you to dress like a woman, not like a woman thinks a man would dress if he was a woman."

Landrie guffawed at my terse assessment, and I heard Ariel twitter from behind the door as well. I gathered that they relished the idea of having several clothing changes together.

Landrie exited two more times and while both dresses were small marginal improvements on the first little black dress, they too were dull. At each change Ariel gave her another strumming, bringing her closer and closer to her peak, and on the second and third trips out Landrie's eyes were glassy with sexual intoxication.

Before the final change, the sounds erupting from the dressing room went from muffled engagement to full-tilt sex. Ariel again brought Landrie to the edge of climax, only to disengage before Landrie could cum.

"Oooohhh, you're a stone-cold bitch!" I heard Landrie exclaim, then the two broke apart, laughing.

The door opened and an erotic dream emerged. Both women were hot and flushed, their faces red. Ariel aimlessly wiped her right hand across her lips, trying in vain to remove Landrie's wetness from her face and chin. I stared, somewhat star-struck, at the beautiful young blonde as streaks of Landrie, and perhaps me, ran down.

"Hey mister, remember me?" Landrie called out, her eyes holding a left-over haziness from her recent tilt with Ariel. She twirled and I thought my heart might stop. Holy fuck! I thought. The first three dresses said, "let's do business!" this one shouted, "bend me over and pull my hair while you fuck me!"

It was black, but with an emerald iridescence that tied beautifully to Landrie's green eyes. It was so tight that I could see the definition in Landrie's ass cheeks. This was not difficult since the back was also low cut, topping out just an inch or so above her crack. The tip of her red thong was barely visible, and she'd have to pin it or get rid of it altogether to wear the dress. The skirt wrapped around, leaving a deep cleft in the front showing thigh nearly to Landrie's crotch. I could not imagine how she could sit without totally exposing her pussy. Even so, the boldness of the bottom was dwarfed by the daring top, a feature that would make men stop, stare, and stammer.

At first, I thought the designer had managed to keep the dress snugly on the wearer merely by force of gravity, as the shoulders neatly hugged Landrie's solid form and split almost to her navel with no other visible means of support. I then realized that a small strap lay across the top of the back running beneath Landrie's hair and connecting the two sides to keep the dress together. The large valley in the front of the dress revealed a good third or more of Landrie's pert breasts and her taut stomach. If she shifted the wrong way, it would also easily reveal nipple.

"I told you he'd love it!" Ariel said pointing to my dumbstruck face.

"Yeah, you did. You like?" Landrie asked me.

"You're going to cause a mayhem at the restaurant and a riot at the concert," I replied.

"Well, I can help with that," Ariel said. "I know just the thing." She left and returned momentarily with translucent grey-green colored shawl that wrapped perfectly around the ensemble and picked up color from the dress, allowing the two in conjunction to hint at the brazenness of the wearer without screaming it.

"We'll take it," I heard myself saying, staring a hole in my girl.

"It's almost 800$ Tyler," Landrie said. "And the shawl is over $200."

"We'll take them," I corrected.

"You're going to need a garter and hose," Ariel said. "Do you have some? They're the only thing that will ride low enough to work in that dress. I can help to make sure the fit is proper," she said primly.

"Could you now?" Landrie said smiling. "That would be so dear. Have a seat baby, we'll be right back." Landrie said.

I gave up. I already knew I was the most piss-poor security guard in history, so attuned to the goings on in the little cubby that I could be ambushed by a 70-year-old turtle. So, on this second go, I just sat back and enjoyed the show, or the sounds of it at least. Soon after returning from the lingerie section Ariel completely denuded Landrie, removing the siren red thong again. I heard snapping as Ariel put the garters on Landrie and snapped them shut around the hose, but also slurping, sucking, and moaning as well. This time Ariel didn't leave Landrie on the precipice of climax, but instead pushed her all the way over."

"Yess, yesssss!!! Ooohhhh, fuckkk yesss, yesss, yesssss!!! Fucuuuuckkk meeee!!!" she whispered savagely, and I heard her bottom hump against the wall as Ariel repeatedly pushed her fingers into and out of Landrie's twat. A soft thumping of Landrie's head against the wall signaled both her complete submission to the tall clerk and her second orgasm of the day.

Landrie's legs returned to the floor, the hose came off, and the small floral skirt went back on along with Landrie's flats.

"Can I have him for one second?" Ariel asked Landrie as they emerged from the changing room.

"Do you want to be had for just a second, Tyler?" Landrie asked, laughing. "Get in there she said, planting her sandal in my backside and pushing me toward the little closet. "I'll keep watch this time. Let someone competent handle it for a change. I'll let me put up all the rejects!" she finished.

"I was distracted," I said feebly.

"Not like you're about to be," Landrie laughed, and pushed me into the changing room and forced the door closed behind us.

I was so torqued up by the audible treats the two young lovers had served that I didn't hesitate. Ariel immediately dropped to her knees, unzipped my fly and fished my cock out.

"Oh, dear God!" I explained, "Oh, oh my goodness." Ariel took me all the way down her throat, choking slightly at first, then powering past the gag reflect to land her lips on my pubic bone, her hands gripping my ass.

"Ohhh, ohhhh shitttt," I stammered. Ariel kept a steady pace, alternately licking me from bottom to top, then slamming her throat all the way down over my tool. I leaned back, lost to the sensation, one ear cocked to the sounds outside the room, the other greedily devouring the slurping and sucking sounds coming from Ariel's mouth. Soon I was seconds from release when Landrie whispered "here she comes, here she comes!"

We put ourselves together as quickly as possible and jumped out of the dressing room one by one, only to see Landrie standing all alone and giggling.

"Oh, did I interrupt something?" she asked and took off for the checkout counter before I could spank her.

"I'd like to finish what I started," Ariel said on the way to checkout. "You two call me...tonight!" she added before we grew close to the old Biddie.

Landrie gave Ariel a peck on the cheek right in front of the old warhorse, drawing a surprised look.

"It was so much fun shopping with Ariel," Landrie told the old goose. "She's just extraordinary, so bright and knowledgeable, and so unbelievably helpful. I'm not sure when I've had a more satisfying shopping experience."

"Yes...well...we're rather proud of her!" the old goat lied easily.

We exited the store into sunlight, warmth, and a busy Friday afternoon street.

"So, how was that for our first fun as a couple?" Landrie giggled as we walked back to the hotel.

"It was a 'my hair is on fire, and I don't know how to put it out' sort of fun," I said, "but it was both unexpected and...stimulating...." I responded.

"But how about Ariel? Or me, you know... the two of us. Jealous?" Landrie asked.

"No, surprisingly, not at all" I said. "But I admit... the fact that it was a woman rather than a man made a difference, and it happened so quickly that I didn't have much time to think about it. I just went with the flow. But I found it...insanely erotic. To know that you were right there, and that she was touching you...kissing you, having you...right there. I was hard as stone the entire time."

"How about vice-versa? I asked, "any jealousy from when I went in?" I asked her.

"I'm the one who sent you in with her, remember? I wouldn't have done it if I didn't mean to do it. What did you do?"

"Don't be coy. You know exactly what we did. You heard it, clearly enough to interrupt it right on time," I might add. "Oh, and I got an invitation for the three of us to get together," I said handing her Ariel's business card.

"Maybe later," Landrie said tucking the card into her purse. "Tonight, you're all mine, cupcake."

We kissed again and got under way. We crossed a couple of streets laterally before heading up the avenue the hotel faced. A few blocks ahead of the hotel sat a seedy theatre and novelties store on the first floor of one of the 19^th century two-story buildings that had yet to be torn down in the name of progress.

"Hmmm, more adventure?" I ruminated out loud as we walked towards it. "I'm thinking about getting a few things that might be fun. The hotel is just two blocks ahead. Why don't you head back? I don't imagine you want to go in there," I said, pointing.

"Oh, I don't do I?" Landrie said, smiling. "There's only one thing I know about adventure--if you don't go looking for it, you won't find it."

"Well, I suppose that's true," I said, thinking I need to keep reminding myself what a live wire this girl is. "Okay...I'm game...," I said.

Before we went in, I grabbed her arm at the elbow to pause, "you know that at this time of day, the place is going to be crowded with guys buying "a little something" before they head home, right?" I asked.

"I'm counting on it," she replied with a wicked smile and opened the door.

"Put your bags in the lockers," a surly tattooed clerk blurted out as we entered the inner chamber. We parked the shopping bags, locked them up and donned the key and wristband provided by the store before walking into a world of neon lights and lust.

The place was divided into two halves, with the "novelties" up front, and the video rooms and theatre in the back. Porn videos were stacked up all along the left wall, a dizzying variety of dildoes were housed across the shelves in the back, and right side, and aisles were packed with a variety of vibrators, restraints, paddles, whips, even large machines designed to endlessly work a dildo into whatever orifice the owner chose.

Off the back, a curtained doorway was captioned "Video Booths/Theatre" in neon red.

Oh, and there were men, lots of them. Their reaction to Landrie was uniform, a first a jolt of embarrassment for being "caught" in such an establishment by young and attractive member of the opposite sex, several cautiously secretive glances and then, when Landrie answered their interest with a bright smile, hopeful grins in return.

"I'm thinking about watching a movie Mr. Stevens. How about you? Would you like to go watch a movie with me?" she asked coyly. "I'm suuure it's a blockbuster."

I paused and looked at her carefully. This was an invitation to do much more than watch a movie and we both knew it. If we both went in there, once we were seated men would gather around us, wondering if I meant to share this gorgeous young woman. When the movie began, they'd edge closer and soon enough they'd make their play. They would put their hands on her, tentatively at first to see if we objected and if we didn't, with more and more heat until the cocks came out. It would then be up to her, or me, to fend them off. Or not.

I was about to say, "I don't think so," when she said, "Let's play a game instead, Mr. Stevens." Landrie had sensed my hesitation and rolled with it.

"You pick up what you came for, then I'll pick something, then you pick something. Each time one of us picks, the other must guess what the picker has in mind.

We'll keep picking until we're done, say two or three turns. That way, you're sorta telling me what kind of adventures you'd like, and I'll tell you what kind of adventures I want. Does that sound like a nice game?"

"That sounds like fun," I said.

"You first," she said. I took us directly to aisle three, where all the vibrators were located, then prolonged the game by putting my hand on several items and watching Landrie's reaction. Finally, I picked up a small remotely operated pink oblong vibrator called a Lovensense. It was meant to be inserted into a woman's pussy or anus and had a tail that extended out of the body to pick up signals from a remote operator or cellphone. It was perfect for what I had in mind.

"Hmmm. Oh, that looks delicious!" Landrie said reading the package on the back. Then she leaned into my ear and in a conspiratorial whisper said: "You want me to push that into me tonight before we go to the restaurant and the concert, don't you? You want to toy with me in front of a crowd and see if you end up with bite marks on your shoulder, is that it?" Landrie asked, then blurted "oh, and you want it for when I go back to school. You want long distance remote control, don't you?"

"You win the first turn," I conceded. Am I so predictable?"

"I don't know if it was so much being predictable as me thinking the same thing!" Landrie replied.

"Okay, now mine," she said, putting the vibe in the small plastic shopping basket we'd picked up at the door.