Page 16 of Education with Dad's Best Friend
Albert
The last time I went to a shopping center was years ago. I can’t even recall the exact time. Nowadays I do online shopping only because it’s more efficient. I should’ve insisted on ordering something online for Elsie, too, but the girl’s eagerness made it hard for me to say no to. Besides, I have the need to pamper her and to see her smile.
So here we are.
Memories of accompanying a past girlfriend to shopping back in college come to mind, although I don’t miss the experience. I always did my readings while waiting for her, but still, it was an ordeal to me. Today, however, I enjoy standing next to Elsie while she looks through the clothes on the racks. “Wow, everything looks pretty,” she exclaims.
“Don’t just look at the items on sale,” I say to her. “It must be hard to find your petite size.”
“True,” she says. “But Mom never buys anything at full price.”
“Your mom isn’t here.” I lead her to the New Arrivals section and encourage her to check out the items.
She looks at a few cute dresses closely with sparkling eyes, but puts them back onto the rack after checking the price tags.
I gather the same dresses she’s interested in together and insist she put them on.
She shakes her head. “They’re way too expensive!”
“It’s okay.” I chuckle. “I’ll pay for them.”
When she hesitates, I take her arm, walk her to the fitting room and wait outside.
She comes out in a pink floral halter top dress wrapping snugly around her body, reaching above her knees. “You look stunning,” I say, feeling my manhood hardening. I like seeing her in it, but at the same time, I can’t picture her walking down the street in it. I don’t want any other man to feast on the sight of her.
She smiles. “Thanks. Now I must take it off me. I had trouble putting it on.”
“Do you need help?” I ask before realizing it isn’t wise for me to offer her help at all.
“Yes,” she says with a nod.
I look around me. No one is paying us attention, so I step into the fitting room.
I stand behind Elsie in front of the mirror. I kiss her head before reaching for her zipper in the back. I unzip it slowly, and then I push the dress down her arms. It slides off her easily as I gaze into the mirror, unblinking.
Elsie isn’t wearing a bra since the dress has one that’s built-in. She wriggles out of the dress and lets it fall onto the floor. She stands in her white panties, looking at me shyly in the mirror.
Fuck me. This is the first time I see her naked on top in person.
Without thinking, I cup her tits from behind and knead them. Elsie lets out a whimper and wriggles against me.
My hand slides down her body, caressing her belly, her hips, her inner thighs, and up to her juncture. The little thing is all drenched for me.
I growl. “Elsie, how long have you been like this?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “Since I got in your car, I guess.”
Fuck. I thrust a finger into her slippery channel, and she lets out another moan.
I cover her mouth with the other hand. “Shhh. Quiet, sweetheart. We don’t want people to hear us.”
She reaches to grab my cock and it’s my turn to stifle my groan. “Stop it, Elsie. I can’t come, not here.”
But she doesn’t listen. Instead, she manages to unzip me and slips her hand inside my pants. Shit.
I turn her around and pin her against the wall. “You want me to fuck you with that?” I whisper into her ear.
She shakes her head, and then she sits down on the bench and pulls down my briefs. Shit. She wraps her hand around my shaft and strokes me. Holy fuck. This is not possible. She can’t know how to do it. But it’s arousing seeing such an innocent girl doing such a dirty thing for me. When she puts her mouth on me, I can hardly stop myself from groaning. I watch her lick me with her little pink tongue, from base to top, like I’m her favorite candy bar, and then I watch those delicious lips wrap around me and slide up and down the shaft. I tremble within just minutes. The moment my sensitive crown touches her soft throat, my manhood throbs and spills a load of cream into her mouth.
