"The hope Mitch hasn't been bothering you too much," she said, pushing her dark hair out of her face. "He can be a terrible bore. He things he's God's gift to women. But I can tell you for sure he isn't."
"I don't understand," Alice said. She guessed that it would be best to keep quiet and play dumb. She didn't want to start a family hassle anymore than Margaret did. But when it came to men, she was pretty weak. Even as her aunt warned her, Alice was remembering the way Mitch's finger had felt sliding into her tiny cunthole.
"Oh, you understand. Haven't you seen the way Mitch has been flirting with you?"
"I guess so. I thought he was just being nice." Alice knew she was blushing again. She knew that if Margaret turned, she'd see the guilt written all over her face. She picked up the rest of the dirty dishes and carried them to the sink.
"Oh, he'll be nice as hell to you all right," Margaret continued. "I just didn't want you to let him take advantage. I'm not embarrassed to say it Alice. My husband has a hard time keeping it in his pants when young chicks are around." Margaret smiled but there was a knowing expression in her eyes. "And you, my dear niece, are an especially sexy young chick."
"You make me feel funny, Aunt Margaret."
"Well, I certainly don't want you to feel unwelcome here." Margaret wiped her hands on a towel and tossed over the back of a chair. "Let's drive in to town and I'll show you how to mind the boutique, what do you say to that?"
"Sounds like fun," Alice replied brightly. "I've always wanted to be surrounded by new clothes."
"I'll even let you pick something out to keep," her aunt said. "Just for doing me this favor."
"Oh, wow, Aunt Margaret, you're super."
It didn't take Alice but a few minutes to understand how to use the charge card machine and how to use the list for people one couldn't accept a check from. Margaret left her with the instructions that she should pick out something for herself when she had time. Alice was thrilled. And she made it up in her mind that she was going to turn over a new leaf in her life. If she expected to stay very long with her aunt and uncle she certainly couldn't be getting embroiled in any domestic tangles. That meant she had to keep clear of Lee and Mitch. She would stay in her room from now on when they were around. Or at least she could avoid any kind of activities, which might put her in a compromising position. Especially with Mitch. Margaret's casual advice that morning had been pretty clear. Stay away from her husband.
A few customers came in to paw through the dresses. Alice sold her a few items and circulated through the shop. It was half past ten when something disconcerting happened. A young girl went into one of the changing cubicles to try something on. After a few minutes Alice started to wonder about her. She tip-toed closer to the booth and saw the small bare feet of the youngster. Then she heard the sigh of pleasure. The sound was unmistakable. Alice knew at once that the girl was masturbating. Her breath was raspy and quick and every so often she'd bit the side of the booth with her elbow or knee, Alice wasn't sure which.
She knew that she should just leave the girl alone until she could politely get rid of her. It was obvious that the child had no money. Trying on a garment was only a ploy to get a little privacy. She probably hated to do it in a public bathroom. Who didn't? But instead of following her own advice, Alice was drawn to what was taking place in that booth. Until at last she entered the booth beside the one the girl occupied and climbed up on the low seat. Standing on tiptoes, Alice could just reach the top edge with her chin. She moved slowly so as not to make any sound. Then she peeked over.
"Whuuhhh, ohhhhhh," the girl groaned, hardly able to smother the sounds of joy. She was a small, skinny kid with almost no tits at all. And Alice could clearly tell that she was even younger than she'd thought. The girl was stark naked.
Between her fingers she held something strange-looking. Until Alice finally realized what it was and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out with surprise. The tender nymph had made herself a cock out of modeling clay and then covered it with a rubber. The clay was flesh colored to make it seem more real. The rubber was glistening with the teens fresh, hot juices. She was pushing that thing slowly in and out of her hairless slit. Alice watched it disappear with astonishment. The thing was at least seven inches long. But this teen was taking it to the hilt every time.
My God, Alice thought. I'm bigger than she is by a whole lot. Why can't I do something like that? She felt suddenly very inadequate. She was no woman at all, not even as much a woman as that little teeny-bopper with the clay cock.
By now the girl had braced her small feet against the corners of the booth and was leaning back, eyes glazed with joy. Her frizzy blonde hair dangled half over her face and her fingers were wet too where the sex juice had dripped back down to the base of the clay cock. Her hot little hole sucked around the rubber-sheathed penis like a small, hungry animal.
"Woweeee, ohhhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
Alice could see the rise and fall of the teens chest. Her small nipples were dark against the immature pink of her areola. And the barely distinct swell of each breast quivered as she bucked her boyish hips and rammed the home-made phallus as deep as it would go.
Alice saw the youngster shiver like a stake had been run through her belly. And then she was coming, her eyes closed, mouth open. Alice climbed down quickly and busied herself in another part of the store. When the girl came from the booth she was dressed again and her complexion glowed with health and happiness.
"Thanks for letting me look," she told Alice. "But I guess I won't buy anything today. I can't find quite what I'm looking for."
"Are you sure you didn't find it?" Alice said, unable to resist a little poke. The girl blinked innocently and shook her head.
"No, but thanks again for letting me look." She left with her small paper bag.
Alice put the frocks back on the hangers after the girl was gone. Then she started looking for herself with no customers in the place she could concentrate on what her aunt had in stock. She went down the aisles, fanning through the racks of lovely dresses and outfits.
After the third change of clothes, Alice decided to try something daringly sexy. She'd passed it up twice before because it seemed a little too much. But now she couldn't resist slipping it over her shoulders. It was a short dress more like an ice-skating costume than something one would wear on the street. The flowered skirt flared over her bottom just enough to cover it. When she bent over, she knew that her panties showed to anyone who might happen to be interested. The panties she had on were the skimpiest of bikini type underwear. She hardly felt like she was wearing anything at all underneath the sexy outfit. She twirled before a mirror, her blonde hair flying out from her shoulders.
"God, it feels so sinful!" She examined her reflection from every angle. There was probably not one man on the face of the earth who could see her and not lose his cool. Yet she felt so dumb. Especially after watching that mere child do such terribly sophisticated things to her own body. It was all Alice could do to get a finger in herself.
She was still considering whether or not to take the sexy dress as a gift from Margaret when the bell tingled, announcing another customer. But it wasn't a customer at all, Alice saw upon turning. It was her Uncle Mitch. He was using a key he had to lock the front door behind him. Then be turned an out to lunch sign around and started towards the back of the shop. Alice ducked into a changing booth. She'd left her clothes in a different one and would have to hope that her uncle wouldn't discover her there in that extremely sexy frock. But when his footsteps came from the back of the shop she knew that he was going to smell her out. He knew she was watching the shop for Margaret. And he hadn't locked the place up for nothing.