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"Sandy please," I said.

"Terri, I need you," was Sandy's reply back to me.

"You know I find you so attractive," she continued.

Yes I did know how she felt. I had been trying to avoid this whole scene, and here I was in her arms. Sandy didn't wait for any sort of reply from me. She started to unbutton my top, and unlatched my bra. I stood there basically stunned by what was happening. Sandy slid my skirt down off my hips and stripped the rest of my clothes from me. Now it was her turn.

I can't say I have normally watched a woman undress before. Sandy made sure I was watching her every move. In just a few minutes she stood before me completely naked.

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This is a good department to work in. I love to look at some of the women that shop here. Oh my, there are some beauties too. Lots of regulars, know most of them by name. A little chit chat with them. Never have been so bold to try and meet any of them socially. Would like to of course. A few I use for mental imagery when I masturbate, something still I love to do. My fingers and I are real good friends, lovers you might say, even if the relationship is a bit one sided.

Sometimes a customer will need some help in the dressing room, usually picked up the wrong size. One morning a pretty woman, yes, yes, late 20's, early 30's maybe, asked me to get her a different size dress. When I returned, she opened the door and was naked from top to bottom. Her body was better than anything I'd seen in a porn movie; perky breasts, nice waist, fine hips. My pussy was shaking and dripping, almost puddling on the floor, guess that's one problem with not wearing panties, as I looked at her.

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As she watched the sleeping city fly by as the cab headed home, Darla knew she only had a few hours to catch some sleep before she was due at a commercial casting session in the early afternoon. Luckily, it was the only appointment she had scheduled for the next day. It should be a piece of cake day, she thought while she noticed the sexy streetwalkers, through the steam vents in the street. Dominique had been one of those women. The seductive streetwalker kept her real feelings covered by a veneer of feminine determination and anxiety while she poured drugs into her system. Dominique's God- given, well sculpted figure and sharp mind made her very attractive to Darla who took her in and then fell in love with her, only to have her heart broken that icy winter morning when she found out that she had overdosed and died.

Upon entering her luxury apartment, Darla threw off her clothes and headed for the shower. The voluptuous woman soaped herself up quickly and lathered her ample breasts with the warm water which felt so good after such a busy day in the torrid heat and humidity.