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It had already been a long and tiring day’s shopping. Me and Tiffany had only been seeing each other a couple of months and I was keen to spend as much time with her as possible…but this was pushing it. The only consolation was how good she looked…she had dyed her hair black that morning and had recently had it cut into a bob; both of which really suited her. She was wearing a plain blue t-shirt under which her firm proud tits swelled temptingly and tight black leggings, both of which served to make her gorgeous round arse look so good I hadn’t been able to help leaving my hand on it most of the time we had walked round. The leggings seemed accentuate her buttocks and made them all the more tempting, especially as she walked…a fact I had seen other guys noticing as we made our way around town. Finally we entered what Tiffany promised was our last shop…wandering round she chose three tight fitting dresses for an event she was attending. She made her way to the changing room with them as I followed. “Three items to try, is it etimesgut escort okay if my boyfriend comes in with me to see what he thinks?” she asked the attendant, who looked me up and down and gave me a wry smile. “Of course,” she said and let us through, me behind Tiffany, still staring at her arse as we went along the curtains of the busy rooms until we got to an empty one. Tiffany went in and I closed the curtain, turning to see she was straight away bending over and undoing her trainers. Her leggings were so thin I could see the smooth white skin of her buttocks within them as they stretched so tight and I couldn’t resist putting my hand to them, feeling the smooth material and easing up behind her. “Oi!” she giggled quietly, but didn’t move my hand, as she struggled with her trainers. “There are people next door!” she reminded me, as we heard the next room’s curtains open and someone else enter that one. I smiled as she stood up again and pulled her top over her head, revealing her proud but eryaman escort modestly sized tits in her plain white bra. I rested my hand on the growing bulge in my jeans as Tiffany looked at me, then started to slide down her leggings, now showing she had on my favourite knickers – nothing fancy, just very tight black nylons. She stood still before me for a moment grinning, the mirror behind her letting me enjoy the sight of her arse and the tight panties struggling to cup her buttocks. She took the first dress off the hook and slid it on, first up over her legs and then over her chest before turning her back to me. “Zip me up?” she said as I edged up and took the zip, pulling it up, struggling since it was so tight. She turned to face me, seeing the delight on my face as I took in the incredibly tight blue dress: her breasts pushing hard against it and accentuating her cleavage, and tight over her thighs so that her arse was similarly highlighted as I noticed again in the mirror. It was short too, sincan escort pretty much all of her slender thighs revealed, more on the side with a 3 inch slit from it “Well?” she said grinning, then moved closer to me and onto her tip toes to whisper in my ear. “The best test will be how hard your cock is. Why don’t you get it out?” she giggled quietly before standing back. Shocked but turned on I smiled back and wordlessly unbuttoned my jeans, tight at the crotch from how hard I was already. Tiffany looked expectantly as I opened them and showed her the thick outline of my erection in my tight white shorts for a couple of seconds, then eased them down over it to reveal my massively hard cock. I took it in my hand and gently stroked it. Tiffany stared open mouthed, then covered her mouth to conceal a gasp. “I like it,” I said, making her giggle, more so as we heard a zip in the next room and someone else easing into or out of their clothes. “OK, next one,” she said, turning to me for me to unzip her. I pushed close to her, my dick rubbing against her leg and making her giggle again, this time out loud. I unzipped the dress, revealing again the back of her bra and then her gorgeous arse, and now I placed my hand on it, my thumb just sliding along the edge of them where the tight material cut into her fleshy arse cheek.

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