It was midweek, my husband was out of town on a three-week sales swing, and I was taking a day off from work.

I wanted to jazz up my work wardrobe, so I headed for a trendy boutique at the mall in search of some silk blouses.

As I was riffling through some outfits on a rack, a young Latina woman asked if she could help me find anything. She couldn’t have been more than 22, and was petite and striking. She wore a white scoop-neck T-shirt, tight-fitting jeans, and black-toed sling-backs with four-inch spikes. Her black hair was closely cropped, almost boyish, but she had the longest, silkiest-looking eyelashes I had ever seen. As I looked down at her (I’m a blonde, about five-foot-eight; she was probably five-foot-four), I couldn’t help but wonder how she was keeping her beautiful, large brown breasts from falling out of her shirt, as well as maintaining her balance on those heels. I smiled at her, and she introduced herself as Maria.

I told Maria that I was trying to liven up my wardrobe, and she said the store had received some new items that morning which hadn’t yet been put on the rack. If I followed her to the dressing room, she would bring them in to me. She casually took my hand and led me to the back of the shop.

In the dressing room, Maria asked what my bust size was. When I told her 36B, she said, “Oh, you’re bigger than that, let me measure you. Take off your top.” She went behind me and helped lift my black stretch sweater over my head. As I shook my hair free of the sweater, she moved around to my front, all the while deftly gliding her warm right hand over my back and left shoulder and her left hand across my stomach.

It was a bit cool in the air-conditioned room and Maria’s warm hands felt good. They came to rest on my hips. She looked up at me and said, “Why don’t we get your waist and hip measurements while we’re at it?” She eased me around and unzipped my skirt. While she slowly pulled the zipper down, I felt a finger tracing the curve of my ass, and several fingers of her other hand sliding into the top of my panties. As I stepped out of my skirt, there was Maria in front of me, steadying me and guiding me to a leather settee against the wall. She knelt down in front of me and removed my scandals, caressing my feet as she did so. I began to wonder if I were imagining it, or if this young shopgirl was indeed engaging in some elaborate foreplay with me.

When it was time to stand up and be measured, Maria pulled out a cloth measuring tape and began her ministrations all over again. When the tape was across my chest, her hands “accidentally” brushed my nipples. The top of my panties needed to be pulled down a bit to enable an accurate measurement. She got down on her knees, measured my inseam, and brushed against my pubic area. My nipples got hard and I grew moist between my legs. I somehow let my hand fall to atop her head and then down along her cheek.

Maria got up off the floor, smiled as I had done, and said she would be right back. I felt strange and silly. I thought I must have had too much wine at lunch, then remembered that I hadn’t gotten laid in weeks.

When Maria came back she was carrying an armload of clothes. She hung them on a rack, turned around, and shut the door to the dressing room. I heard the front-door lock click. She pulled a sheer black nylon blouse with lace details off the rack, along with a short black leather skirt. “You’d look great in this blouse, especially if you went braless. Let’s try it,” she said. She came right up to me, leaned in close, and reached around to undo my bra. When my breasts fell free they were right in her face. “You must be cold,” she said. “Your nipples are hard.” She gently touched the side of my breast. “Your skin is cold. Here, let’s put this blouse on. You have beautiful firm breasts that will love being caressed by this fabric.” Maria helped me button the front of the blouse. I stood in front of the floor-length mirror and saw my nipples pushing through the sheer fabric. Maria said, “How does that feel?” Before I could say anything, she put her hand on my ass and cupped my breast, stroking my nipple through the fabric. “Doesn’t that feel great? That’ll liven things up at work.” She laughed and continued stroking my nipple. It tingled and became even harder. I gasped for breath.

“These old-fashioned panties won’t do,” she said. “Let’s put a thong on you.” With that, she pulled my panties down, making sure to touch my pussy as she pushed them to the floor. I stepped out of them and into a black mesh thong. Maria slid the thong up over my thighs and adjusted it against my pussy. She took the black leather skirt off a hanger and helped me step into it.

Maria stepped back and admired her work. “You’re going to get a lot of attention in that outfit,” she said. As it turned out, I didn’t have to wait long. She came over and unzipped the leather skirt. This time she playfully grabbed my ass as the skirt came down. As I stepped out of the skirt her hand came around and cupped my pussy. She worked the mesh thong against my slit, and in no time the material was drenched. She pushed the thong aside and probed my butt hole. I moaned softly. Then she guided me to the settee, pushed me down onto it, pulled the thong down my legs, and spread my legs. While I watched and waited, she pulled her T-shirt over her head, exposing her huge brown breasts. She was braless, and her nipples were even harder than mine. She moved in on top of me, giving me a good look at her breasts while she massaged my pussy with her jean-clad leg. The denim felt scratchy, but before I could say anything her hot tongue was in my mouth. Her hands worked my nipples through the nylon of the blouse. I reached for her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. This obviously turned her on, because she rubbed harder against my pussy.

When we came up for air, I said, “Take off your jeans.” She said, “Not yet, you have to wait.” But she moved off of my pussy and unbuttoned my blouse. As she did that I took one of her nipples in my mouth and tongued it. She got the blouse off and rubbed my clit with it. The friction of the nylon and lace against my clit felt wonderful, and I moaned again. Maria pinched my nipples. Her tongue danced in my ear, across my neck, over my nipples and back. Then she stopped teasing my clit with the blouse and went at it with her tongue. I was ready to climax in no time. She expertly nibbled on my clit and cunt lips and fingered my pussy. Suddenly she spread me wide and began to fuck me with her fingers and tongue. I struggled up onto my elbows to see what Maria was doing to me. She pulled her mouth away from my clit and smiled at me while stroking me with her fingers. I fell back on the couch and moaned louder. Her fingers plunged in deeper with every thrust as her tongue massaged my clit. I half rose again for another look, but started shivering and coming hard as she probed deeper and deeper inside me until, with one final spasm, I fell back, exhausted.

But Maria wasn’t through with me yet. While I was recovering, she took the juice from my pussy, and used it on my butt. Before I knew it, she had me up on my knees and was standing behind me, pushing two fingers into my ass. It felt so good. Then, just as before, she spread my cheeks wide and a third finger worked its way alongside the others. As I watched in the mirror, Maria fucked my ass with her long fingers, in and out, deeper and deeper, while she massaged my clit some more. I came again in rolling waves of orgasm.

When Maria unlocked the front door, I walked out wearing my new outfit, including a brand new pair of high heels, and felt completely satisfied.