[Beachheadache]

Hi Again,

It's fun to play the embarrassment game with your wife or girlfriend. Sandra, the ebony milf I wrote about, just seemed perfect for this type of fun.

A few weeks after I had stole her bikini and left her stranded naked in the sea, she went shopping for a new summer dress and it seemed like too good an opportunity to ignore. I went along with her to see what fun I could have this time around.

Her face lit up when I said I would buy her one or two dresses; my treat. I had her attention and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for me to slip into the cubicle with her.

I watched her strip off her jeans and top. Her dark skin just seemed to shine under the harsh light from the ceiling. I watched her take off her bra and stand there in her white panties. I handed her a dress. i cast a shy glance at her clothes on the seat of the chair and at the shopping bag she had brought with her. I helped her off with the first dress and the second one. While she was distracted, i slipped her clothes into the shopping bag she had brought with her. At last she found two that she liked. As she undressed I began to caress her small but wonderful breasts and even though only a flimsy curtain separated us from the shoppers, and even though she was painfully aware about making her cum moan she got really into it. She squirmed a little as I slipped her white panties off and put them into my pocket. Sandra was too hypnotized by the image of herself in the full length mirror reflecting her seduction and her arousal to care about anything else. i whispered in her ear that I was going to buy these dresses and get her a third one I knew she would like as an extra treat. She was too disorientated by the fun I'd had with her body to realize that I had slipped out with her bag as well.

The blond young woman at the till was about nineteen and friendly. I took my time to chat with her. I began to notice that she begun to look over my shoulder and towards the cubicles. I looked over too and smiled. Sandra had her face around the side of the curtain and was desperately trying to get my attention without attracting the attention of anyone else.

The assistant may have been young and naive but she read something in Sandra's face that intrigued her. She asked me if something was wrong.

Perhaps I said as I passed the bag to her. She was puzzled but she opened it, then after a moment she looked up, a crimson blush burning her cheeks made all the more scarlet by her long blond hair.

Sandra's face froze.

The young assistant stood motionless. I wondered if someone had played a similar trick on her or soon would; and was she thinking that.

I took the bag from her and smiled then took a long slow scenic walk back to Sandra; drawing out her delicious predicament by stopping at the clothes rails as I went or chatting to any woman that caught my eye.

After all, she wasn't going anywhere.

The assistant watched me make my way back to the cubicle.

Like the first time, Sandra saw the funny side of it, but she was always reluctant to go back to the store....

Till next time.