My skirt is too short. I love it. [F20sM20s] [Blowjob] [Orgasm] [Creampie] [Body Positivity]

"C'mon, Suzie you need to be there," Amy requests over phone.

"I'll try," Suzie replies in a dull tone, sitting cross legged on the bed.

"Remember the dress code?"

"Yeah, the more revealing the better."

"Right, see you there then!" Amy hangs up cheerfully.

Suzie rubs her palm against her forehead. It's a party at Amy's and she wants everyone to wear skimpy for some reason.

Well... Suzie can see from Amy's perspective. Why won't she want to flaunt those beautifully sculpted legs of her and those alluring round hips that she's been carving for forever in the gym. Suzie wouldn't have bothered this much only if she too had something "appropriate" to wear to the party. She never felt the need to show off, she thought there was nothing in her to show the world.

It's Sunday, almost noon and the weather's fine.

Why not give it a shot?

I get out of the bed to check on my savings. I grab them as if they're not mine and head out wearing the polar opposite of what I'm looking for in relaxed fit, brown cargos and a sleeved, loose top.

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Where do you even start? I walk past a handful of clothing stores but I keep overlooking every one of them.

A bit of a walk later I finally come across it. It's small but looks welcoming enough. I step on the planked floor amused by the well lit interior. It's surprisingly spacious and I can smell what I'm looking for. There's a lady wearing a well fitted, red sundress. She was busy with her phone until I opened the door. She's probably in her 30s and looks great for her presumed age with her well maintained figure.

"What can I do for you?" The lady asks with a wide toothy smile.

"I'm looking for something to wear," I reply and suddenly become aware of how stupid my reply was.

"What sort?" Her smile is not as overwhelming as before but still there.

"Something like uhh.. you know like a bit, not too much umm," I'm disrupted by someone, I don't see him but the lady has shifted her eyes from me to someone behind me as I hear the door opening. I look back to find a cute guy standing at the doorway. He's young, brown eyes with dark and curly hair that just effortlessly flow. He's about 3-4 inches taller than me and has a slightly thin frame.

"Can you take over?" The lady requests him as she gets ready to leave.

The guy takes the lady's place. The lady leaves me alone with a cute guy around my age to whom I have to ask for some sexy looking clothing.

"So what are you looking for?" He asks with a nice smile.

"I want a dress," I know just how unclear my replies are but he nods at me and navigates me to a section that consists of all sorts of women's clothing. I can sense he's not as experienced.

He's looking over me from above my shoulder from a safe distance. I lean forward and slide my hand sideways through the rack, occasionally pulling at things that grab my attention.

After a bit of search my eyes fixate above the rack. It's a white tennis skirt hanging on the wall. It's super tiny. I extend my arm to pick it from above but he gets it for me. He hands me the skirt. It looks cute and quite risqué, which should be a good thing.

I hold it from it's stretchy waistband and overlay it onto the waist of my pants to check for the length. I almost gasp. My eyes widen as I realise how unbelievably tiny it is. My eyes meet his. He looks as flushed as me. We quickly break eye contact knowing what's going on in each other's mind. The skirt would be barely reaching my thighs and my bottom would likely be slightly visible.

"I can check for a bigger size if you like," He says in a mellow tone.

"No. Uhh.. it's fine," I can't make contact with his eyes, no matter how hard I try. My heart is about to burst out. I try to not act awkward and play it off, "So, where's the fitting room?"

"Over there," He points to the corner of the store.

I get inside, lock the door and finally let out a breath of relief. The fitting room is as large as a queen sized bed. I look at the skirt through the mirror clad wall and it's definitely an attention grabber. It is so not my type. I skim off my cargos to try the skirt.

I pull the skirt up from my feet and it keeps going up even after it reaches my knees. It's ridiculous. It's just an inch longer than my panties but, it's actually quite comforting around my waist and my legs feel so free. I look for my bare legs through the mirror and I feel something turn in my stomach. The skirt looks absolutely adorable. My pale thighs have never felt so plump and attractive. I look from behind and it just barely covers my protruding curves. It looks as if a slight gust of wind will be revealing everything but I feel good about myself.

It's perfect, I thought.

I get out of the fitting room merrily. The cute guy looks at me from the other corner and his eyes trip down my thighs.

Fuck. I forgot to change back.

His eyes are wide and his cheeks red, I know what he's feeling.

"Uhh… anything else?" He manages to let out a couple of words from a distance before pursing those pinkish lips.

"Uhh.. a top?" I ask as anxiety rushes back to me. I don't know what to do, should I go back and change? Or should I let the episode flow as it is?

"To match the umm… the skirt?" He asks.

"Yeah."

"Over here," He points his thumb behind him.

I carefully take steps to restrict movement around my hips. I've never felt so conscious about my body. I've never had my haunches showing in public. But also, I feel a little turned on showing off my legs to a total stranger.

His obvious reaction to my body is beginning to somewhat fill me with a sense of pride. I look at him. He's fidgeting around as I walk towards him.

Fuck it.

Something gets over me. I release my breath and set free my body. I let my hips sway side to side. A confident smile takes over. I can feel my ass bouncing under the soft flowy fabric of the skirt. I get close to him and look into his eyes. He's avoiding my leer as best he can.

My eyes fall down, all I see is a bump in his pants. My heart shudders and a mischievous smile pops up on my face. My pupils bounce up to his nervous brown eyes that are scanning the floor.

I part my smirk and get close to him. I raise my heels and get my lips near his ear to whisper, "I know you're hard."

His breath gets erratic. He joins me with his warm gaze.

"It's the perfect size, isn't it?" I ask teasingly.

"Y—yes, if you think so," He replies with a voice crack.

"So where are the clothes you were talking about?" I've never felt so dominating in a conversation.

"Oh.. right here," He reveals the rack full of nice tops behind him.

I get past him and lean over to check for the tops knowing he can clearly see my bare ass. I get up after a minute of search and face him. His erection is even more prominent. He's trying his best to stay professional.

"Hmm… Can you show me something more sexy?" I ask without any hesitation.

"S-sure!" He's fumbling.

He moves aside walking away from me and gets almost out of my sight. I sit on the ottoman as I wait for him. It's just me and him. I can see him looking out for stuff from a distance.

I realise something. I'm sitting on the ottoman with my bare ass. I don't know the mini skirt etiquette but I convince myself it's appropriate as there is no other choice, the skirt could never cover my butt perching on the ottoman. I look down at the skirt and it looks so pretty on my soft, smooth thighs that look enormous when sitting down.

I spread my legs apart slightly and my hand reaches down the hem of the skirt which is just near my inner thigh. I start by caressing my skin underneath to slowly get my finger in my panties. I'm seriously soaked up. My finger gets covered with some fluids that I believe also may have leaked on the ottoman. I feel guilty. I stroke my guilt out with my finger on my sensitive bud. I see him coming back with a bunch of clothes. I quickly remove my hand and form a fist.

"This is all I could find," He says while hugging a mountain of clothes. He places them on the table in front of me. One falls off on the floor near my feet. He bends down to reach for it and on the way up, he see me. He stops for a second to stare at my wet slit. The crotch of my panties is not aligned well with my pussy as I quickly withdrew my hand when I saw him coming my way. He stands up after a sneak peek. His face is red and so is mine.

"I didn't mean to.." He says in a low voice looking at the floor.

"Don't worry," I reassure him. The wetness of my panties takes control over my mind, again. "Why don't you join me in the fitting room, I can make use of an extra hand," I feel the tingles again as I finish my sentence.

He gets stunned for a second, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I would like to hear your thoughts too," I reply with a wink.

I lead him to the fitting room. He follows me with the mountain of clothes that I'll have to put on. I lock the door as he enters. I remove my top to reveal a black bra. His eyes meet my cleavage. I smirk and unhook my bra. It falls on the floor, releasing my tits. They're not perky or massive but they're mine. His jaw drops ever so slightly. He admires them and so does his dick. I get on my knees and he knows what's coming.

"What if someone comes?" He complains.

"Nobody's gonna come except you," I reply teasing him.

I unbutton his pants and skim them down. The silhouette of his hard cock can be seen from his boxers. I can't look at his face as he's still holding the mountain of clothes that disrupt my field of view.

I remove his boxers and his dick springs up, slapping my chin. I should have maintained a safe distance. The head is red and lively. I cup his balls and massage them. I lick the tip. My tongue finds it's way to the underside of his head. I can hear a nice reaction from him. I spit on his cock and I grab onto him from his bare butt. I start sucking his head and he lets out a whimper. And within a few seconds, I devour the full length of his cock. I'm topless in a miniskirt with panties that I've wetted, in a fitting room blowing a cute guy. I can feel my wetness leaking onto the floor from my panties.

I'm busy sliding my mouth while also making use of my tongue but something gets in the way. Something fell on the saliva covered cock. I look up while blowing him and find the mountain disintegrating. The clothes are falling down like rocks from a mountain. I keep working his dick and his moans are getting prominent. I can feel the soft veins of his cock on the roof of my mouth.

Suddenly, I'm blinded. My mouth slips off of him and I fall on the floor with something soft crashing into my face pushing me.

The mountain has fallen.

I'm being suffocated but I manage to get my face out in the open. I see him. His cheeks are red and his cock is throbbing. He's looking somewhere. It's my panty. The skirt is definitely not good at covering my wetness as I lay on the wooden floor with my legs spread wide and a fallen mountain on my boobs.

"I'm sorry, I can't hold it anymore," I sense guilt in his voice. He kneels and grabs my legs with his arms. He skims off my sticky panties and pushes himself inside me.

I can feel him.

His cock is in me. I like it. I whimper. I like his cock. It feels so warm and rejuvenating. His thrusts are strong.

I wrap him like a present with my legs. I push him deeper inside me. His balls touch my skin.

He feels so good.

I moan without any worry. "Keep going," I bite my lip. I look at his cute, determined face while my hands actively look out for something to hold onto. They couldn't find anything except some clothes. My grip tightens around his cock. My muscles spasm. I don't want him to stop.

FUCK.

My legs quiver around him. My back forms an arch. I feel something, something hot and wet filling my insides. I gasp as I quiver with joy. My knees writhe against his sides. My muscles clench and contract. I moan as I feel him slowing down. He finally pulls out after filling me with his seed.

I feel it leaking out. My skirt is probably cum covered by now but I can't care less about it. I hurriedly look out for my panties and put them on, keeping his intoxicating cum inside me. I get up to kiss his soft lips.

I help him with the cleanup and while at it, I also find a nice looking top.

"So, how much for this and the skirt?" I ask with mischief.

"Your number?" He replies with a smile.

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Nice, now I have the clothes and someone to go to the party with.

I exit the store wearing my skirt with confidence and charm. I see the lady in red walking my way.

"Wow," She admires.

I pull my legs close together. I feel a drop of his cum dripping down my bare thigh. I hurriedly make use of my finger to catch the drop.

"Uh.. thanks!" I reply with a finger in my mouth.