Hall of Infinite Doors
"Ok, let's try that," you say.
She kneels facing the bed, her luscious legs sticking behind. You crawl up behind her.
"No," she explains, "from the other side." She motions toward the bed.
You sit on the bed, and look down. You can see everything down her dress. She looks up at you and you make eye contact.
"I know this is uncomfortable, but this worked before," says Nikky.
"Explain," you reply. "What happened?"
"Well," she says, looking down briefly, "a couple weeks ago I was bored and decided to skip classes. So I went to the mall and found this really cute outfit, but I thought that it would be too small around my best," she says, making a motion beneath her boobs. "So the salesman offered to help me to get into it. He said that he had done this all the time, and that this was definitely the way to do it. It wasn't as tight as this one, but it worked. Here, I'll show you."
She grasps you around the hips and puts her face in your crotch. You lean over and pull the zipper toward you with one hand, and pull push forward the dress with the other.
It is an awkward position, and you seem to do worse than you did with her standing up--although her constant massaging feels good.
After a couple minutes of this you stop and pull back. "I don't know that I can do this," you say. "It's not going up."
By this time Nikky's dress is loosely about her shoulders. "Alright," she replies. "Let me at least thank you." She pulls down your zipper and makes you happy to be a man. You pull out and disgorge on her dress.
She frowns a bit. "You soiled my dress!" she exclaims.
You ignore her. "Is that how you thanked the salesman?" you ask when she is done.
"O, of course!" she replies. "I also tipped him twenty bucks when I bought the dress. He was such a sweetie."
She rises to her feet. "I guess I better change back. Promise not to look?"
"Absolutely," you reply.
She kneels facing the bed, her luscious legs sticking behind. You crawl up behind her.
"No," she explains, "from the other side." She motions toward the bed.
You sit on the bed, and look down. You can see everything down her dress. She looks up at you and you make eye contact.
"I know this is uncomfortable, but this worked before," says Nikky.
"Explain," you reply. "What happened?"
"Well," she says, looking down briefly, "a couple weeks ago I was bored and decided to skip classes. So I went to the mall and found this really cute outfit, but I thought that it would be too small around my best," she says, making a motion beneath her boobs. "So the salesman offered to help me to get into it. He said that he had done this all the time, and that this was definitely the way to do it. It wasn't as tight as this one, but it worked. Here, I'll show you."
She grasps you around the hips and puts her face in your crotch. You lean over and pull the zipper toward you with one hand, and pull push forward the dress with the other.
It is an awkward position, and you seem to do worse than you did with her standing up--although her constant massaging feels good.
After a couple minutes of this you stop and pull back. "I don't know that I can do this," you say. "It's not going up."
By this time Nikky's dress is loosely about her shoulders. "Alright," she replies. "Let me at least thank you." She pulls down your zipper and makes you happy to be a man. You pull out and disgorge on her dress.
She frowns a bit. "You soiled my dress!" she exclaims.
You ignore her. "Is that how you thanked the salesman?" you ask when she is done.
"O, of course!" she replies. "I also tipped him twenty bucks when I bought the dress. He was such a sweetie."
She rises to her feet. "I guess I better change back. Promise not to look?"
"Absolutely," you reply.