My First White Blowjob

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I thought she was about forty when I saw her in the store. She was a pretty white woman, kind of short but with a nice slim body. Her legs looked very firm and she must have worked out religiously. It was just before six o’clock and there was only the supervisor and I on the floor.

I walked over to near where she was browsing in case she had any questions. The store sells a big variety of athletics equipment and we get a lot of hot looking women coming in. I was a senior in high school working to earn some extra cash for the holidays. She began looking at the footwear and I asked if I could help her.

After listening to her workout regimen, I showed her a few different types. She selected three that she liked and asked to try them on.

“What size?” I asked.

“Better measure,” she told me with a smile. “I hear your feet get bigger when you get older. Of course you’ve got big feet already, don’t you?” She laughed and looked down at my size fifteen sneakers.

I was slightly embarrassed because this older woman was flirting with me. I helped her try on the shoes and she left her legs slightly open while I slipped them on. I tried not to be obvious when I looked. I don’t know if she saw what I was doing but I could see almost up to her panties. In the end, she couldn’t decide and said she think about it and come back the next day.

“I’m Blaine,” I told her. “We work on commission here, so please ask for me if you come back.” She promised she would and gave me a big smile as she left.

About 5:30 the next night, she returned. “I’m Denise,” she told me extending her hand. “I don’t know if you remember, but I was in here yesterday.”

“Sure I remember,” I told her, shaking hands. Her hand was so soft and warm; I felt my cock harden just a bit. “Do you want to see the same shoes as yesterday?”

She was smiling and looking into my eyes when she nodded.

“We better check your size again,” I told her. “Just to make sure you haven’t grown overnight.” It was a joke around the store. If an attractive women wearing a skirt came in, we’d say, “I’d love to measure her feet.” It meant we wanted to look up her skirt.

Guys were always bragging about how some hot babe had let him look up her skirt then come back and let him do it again. They’d say how the girls had to know we were looking and that they wanted us to do it. Some of them had skirts so short we were sure they came in like that on purpose, just to tease us.

Denise did laugh at my joke but she also sat in the chair by the measuring stool. Her skirt was much shorter than the one she’d worn yesterday and I wondered if she’d worn it with me in mind. I slipped off her shoe and put her foot on the measuring instrument (it’s called a Brannock Device).

She let her legs separate and it was easy for me to see all the way up to her panties. She smiled when she saw me looking.

“Is it getting bigger?” she asked laughing. I felt my cock starting to get hard and I was pretty sure she wasn’t talking about her foot. I have to be careful about getting a hard on because my cock is so big. I got up to go look for the shoes.

When I helped her on with the shoes, she was spreading her legs so wide, her skirt rode up almost to the tops of her thighs. There was no doubt she was enjoying flashing me her pussy.

In the end, she couldn’t decide between two pairs and bought them both, which was nice for me. When I cashed her out, her coat came open and I could see she had on a sheer white blouse and no bra. Her tits were small but round and the nipples were pale pink.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” I asked as I put the boxes in a bag for her. I knew she’d probably just leave but I hoped anyway.

“Well…” she said tentatively. “I’ve heard some reports about women having their packages snatched in the parking lot. Do you think you could walk me to my car?”

“Sure,” I told her. I wanted to stay with her as long as possible. As long as we were together the possibility of something happening was still there. I told my boss I was going on my break.

Her car was quite a distance from the entrance. I hadn’t put on my coat and was shivering by the time I put the bag in her trunk.

“Get in,” she said, opening the passenger door. “I’ll warm you up then drive you back. I mean I’ll warm up the car.” Her smile told me she deliberately said she’d warm me up. I figured that when I got in the car I’d go for it.

“You’re very pretty,” I told her. She started the car and turned the heater on high.

“Oh no,” she said, “I’m much too old.” She stopped for a minute, and then said, “Do you like my skirt? They frown on it when my friends wear skirts this short to work.”

“It’s very nice,” I said placing my hand on her leg. She gasped but didn’t make a move to stop me. “Did you know I could see your panties when I was helping you with the shoes?” She shuddered and closed her eyes.

“Could you?” she whispered.

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