She must have been about 50, a woman of my fantasies. Mature, voluptuous, with huge breasts, not concealed but emphasised, by her harshly cut power-su...t. Under a cascade of shiny black hair, her expression was one of total disdain and withering superiority. Clearly in command of this department store. It took me only seconds to appreciate that she was exactly the kind of dominant female that I had always lusted after, the woman of my wettest dreams and masturbatory delights. She was probably. She was about to exit to open his door after walking around; she'd gotten this part down to a science. But he leaned forward and stopped her w/ a gentle but firm grasp on her shoulder. "There really is no hurry, is there sweetheart? See what I have for you."Turning around and craning her neck just beyond the partition, she saw what he had: a firm erection jutting from his open fly.Lust consumed her in a flash. "Oh, sir! Let me assist you w/ that." She winked lasciviously and scampered out her. Do you need anything? A cloth, lotion?" I use some lotion unless I'm in the shower," I answered and she leaned over and got a bottle of hand lotion out of the nightstand. I guess I was going to jack-off for my music teacher. What a day.I dribbled some on my dick and took hold to begin moving up and down."Does it feel good, Matt, tell me how it feels," she asked as her hand began rubbing across my chest."Yeah, good, it feels good. I'm kind of nervous, I mean, after all, but it feels good,. “What are you wearing?” Lea asks with a chuckle.Kirstin had changed her outfit from her relaxed casuals - which are usually pajamas/short shorts/leggings with a crop-top or large t-shirt - to some thick, ugly jeans I didn’t even know she owned. Her face quickly formed into a frown before quickly subsiding, “Oh, ha, um I honestly don’t know. I’ve had these forever and decided to try them on.”The trio would take a seat at the table before digging into their home-cooked meals without much more.