Dirty Me/I really want to try those outfits on
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I went into one clothing store and asked to try on some clothes. I closed and locked the door, but made sure the door was not completely closed so the red was showing, but the door could open. With a little push, I opened the door just enough for someone to look in, but not enough to so that I might notice. I saw one of the male store attendants move to just the right place, and took off my dress, exposing my naked ass and back to him. I turned myself slightly, looking in the mirror on the side, and, glancing out of the corner of my eye, noted he still seemed to be there, watching me.
I slipped on the clothes I had selected, some very tight, short shorts and a tube top. I came out, watching him quickly turn around and blush, how adorable. I cleared my throat and asked him how this looked on me. Fumbling around a bit, I pulled the tube top low, almost to the point of coming off, and giggled a bit as he cleared his throat and tried to avoid looking at anything but me. He told me it looked great on me in a bit of a croak. I was tempted to pull the top all the way down, but decided against it. Instead, I went back in the stall, and took the clothes off.
This time however, I decided to go farther. I opened the door, hiding behind it slightly so no one else could see me if they were in the store, but so he could see my right side, just short of actually seeing something he shouldn't. He had a nice view of my arm, slight view of the side of my breast, could see my outer thigh, almost to my fur since I had rotated my hips slightly.
"Could you please put these back and get the pink chemise I saw near the door?"
Speechless, instead of telling me that I needed underwear on to try on clothes, he took the tube top and shorts. I kept pulling them closer to me as he tried to reach for them, but instead of coming much closer, he stretched out his arm. He was so cute, only two or three years older than me, and I wanted to eat him up.
He fetched the chemise, and I completely opened the door to reach for it. He shoved it in my hand, and turned around quickly.
I again tried it on, slowly, with the door again cracked to give him his chance to peek, and again modeled it once I had it on. This time, he could only stammer as the chemise clung to me. I finally got the words "looks wonderful" out of his halfway incoherent mumbling, before deciding it might be time to leave the store. I again left the door open, just a crack, and changed back into my dress. I am not sure he got up the courage to peek this time.
When I left the room, I could not resist. I walked over to him, handing him the chemise after I had gotten very close to him, told him thanks for the help, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
I left him standing their, deer in the headlights look, and left the store.
