With my husband off on another weekend fishing trip with the boys, I decided to take Friday off to shop for some new summer clothes. I planned to start by visiting one of my favorite stores, located in a mall a few miles from our house.

I arrived at the store right after lunch. The place wasn’t large, but it was always well stocked with the latest fashions in female clothing of all sorts. When I went in I was disappointed to see that Anna, the store manager, who usually waited on me, was not there. Instead I was greeted by a handsome young man of about 20, who told me his name was Reed, and politely asked if he could assist me. I thought it strange to find a male clerk working in this kind of store, but I found him very nice, and surprisingly knowledgeable about the stock. I thought he must be gay at first, but I soon learned that he was Anna’s son, and that he often filled in at the store when they were short-handed. Which still didn’t mean he wasn’t gay, of course.

With Reed’s help I selected a number of items to try on, and he showed me to one of the changing rooms, telling me that he would be right outside the door if I needed help.

I found I did need help when I tried on one daringly clingy little sheath dress, and found it impossible to fasten in back. I called Reed in, and he was very professional as he zipped me up, with no leering looks or furtive peeks at my body, as I had come to expect from men. When he was finished I looked in the mirror. I loved the sheath, but it was so clingy that the lines of my underwear stood out unattractively. When I mentioned this, Reed nodded. “You need different underthings,” he told me. “Let me get you something that will make that dress look like it was designed for you.”

He then left, saying he would be back in a minute. I checked out his cute butt as he went out the door, and couldn’t help wondering what he would be like in the sack. If he were straight, which didn’t seem likely.

Reed returned with a thin flat box, saying, “Here, try wearing this bodysuit under the dress.” He started to leave again, but I told him he might as well stay where he was while I changed behind the screen on one side of the room. I went behind the screen and stripped naked. When I opened the box I found a tiny silken thing that looked more like a scarf than an item of clothing. I looked at it every which way, but couldn’t figure out how to step into it.

Oh well, I thought, I’m not really the modest type, and this guy is gay anyway, so what the hell. And I stepped out from behind the screen stark naked as I said, “How am I supposed to get this thing on anyway?”

Reed was speechless for a moment, and by the way he gazed at my naked body I began to think maybe he wasn’t gay after all. But he quickly recovered himself, saying, “Here, I’ll show you.” I noticed his hands trembling a little as he held up the garment, which he slipped over my head and pulled down over my torso. “There,” he said. “Now you just snap the crotch panel.”

I attempted to snap it, but wasn’t able to find the flap in back, so I asked him to find it for me. Apparently the flap was caught beneath the garment, and as he bent to adjust it I felt his fingers brushing across my ass, then moving down, sending intense waves of desire through my body.

He straightened up then to allow me to snap the crotch panel, but my own hands were shaking now, and I was unable to do so. Again I asked Reed for help. His eyes went wide for a moment, but he murmured, “No problem, ma’am,” and dropped to his knees, which brought his face on a level with my curly blonde pubic bush. I widened my stance as his trembling hands reached between my legs to grasp the flap. The back of his hand grazed my protruding pussy lips, sending further exciting tremors through my body and causing my juices to flow freely.

At that point I lost all control, and I reached out to grasp the back of his head, pulling him to the dripping junction of my thighs as I whispered, “Kiss it, Reed. Kiss my pussy, lick my pussy, I need it, please!”

And, to my great relief, Reed began to do just that. I tried to stifle my moans as he did so, and after a minute my knees buckled and I sank to the floor, with his head buried between my splayed legs.

Oh my God, I thought, this boy is definitely not gay! It was quite obvious that mine wasn’t the first pussy he had pleasured orally. He was so good that he soon brought me to an explosive orgasm, which drenched his face with my juices.

Before my contractions had stopped Reed was moving up over my body as he hurriedly opened his pants and pushed them to his knees. I just had time for one glance at his stiff penis before I felt the head of it moving between my labia, and then that very thick cock was slowly penetrating my willing vagina. I soon had a good seven inches of throbbing dick pumping in and out of my soaking cunt, and I was in heaven.

Again I did my best to stifle my moans as I wrapped my legs around him and matched him stroke for stroke, causing him to start pounding into my pussy as hard and fast as he could. He didn’t last more than two or three minutes, but it was enough for me to reach a second orgasm a split second before he exploded, sending volley after volley of sperm deep into my clasping cunt.

I clung to him as we came down from our high, relishing the post-coital afterglow. But a minute later he pushed himself up on his knees, saying, “Oh my God, what have I done? My mother would kill me if she knew about this, and so would your husband. You’re married, right?”

I pulled him down again, kissing him tenderly. “Yes,” I said. “But my husband is never going to know about this, and neither is your mother. And anyway, you’re going to make a big sale here today, so your mother should be very happy. Now how long do you think it will be before you can fuck me again?”

As it turned out, it wasn’t long at all. Oh, definitely not gay!