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Title: “Caught in the Act: A Tan Lines Tale”
The sun was shining in the perfect blue sky of a summer day, as I sauntered into the trendy women’s clothing boutique, “Tan Lines”. I had just started my new job as a sales assistant, eager to help customers find the perfect outfit to flaunt their newly acquired summer glow. Little did I know that I was about to witness a show of a different kind in one of our fitting rooms.
As I approached the fitting area, I noticed an empty room with the door slightly ajar. Curious, I leaned in to see if anyone was inside, and what I saw made my eyes widen in shock. There, in the middle of the cramped fitting room, stood a gorgeous, athletic young woman, wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini. Her sun-kissed skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, and her toned abs and ass were on full display.
Before I could react, she turned around and caught me staring. Instead of expressing outrage or embarrassment, she smiled mischievously and crooked her finger at me, beckoning me inside. Unable to resist her allure, I stepped into the fitting room, closing the door behind me.
“Hey there,” she purred, her voice low and seductive. “I was just trying on these yoga pants, but I don’t think they’re quite right for me.”
She gestured towards a pair of tight, form-fitting yoga pants discarded on the floor. I couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge in the crotch area, hinting at what lay beneath.
“I think you need a professional opinion,” I replied, playing along with her game.
She stepped closer, until her body was mere inches from mine. I could feel the heat emanating from her skin and smell the faint scent of her perfume. “What do you think?” she asked, her hand trailing down my chest.
I swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. “I think… I think they need to be tried on properly.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she slid her hand lower, brushing against the growing erection in my pants. “In that case, maybe you should try them on for me.”
Before I could protest, she turned around and bent over, presenting her perfect ass to me. “Go on,” she whispered, glancing back at me over her shoulder. “Put them on. Show me how they’re supposed to fit.”
Unable to resist any longer, I knelt down and helped her shimmy into the tight yoga pants. As I pulled them up her legs and over her ass, I couldn’t help but admire the way they clung to every curve of her body. The thin, stretchy fabric left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“Wow, they look great on you,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “But I think we need to make sure they’re a perfect fit.”
She smirked knowingly. “What do you suggest?”
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