JD Sports Seduction

The JD Sports in the shopping center was the kind of place where dreams of fresh creps came true and wallets went to die. I was there for Air Max—black, size ten, nothing fancy—but I ended up finding something much more interesting.

Her name tag said "Destiny" and honestly, it felt appropriate.

She was proper thick—wide hips, substantial arse, tits that her staff polo couldn't contain. Dark skin, box braids pulled back, nails so long I wondered how she tied shoelaces.

"You need any help, babes?" she asked, appearing beside me in the trainer section.

"Just looking for Air Max. Black. Ten."

"Got those in the back. Want me to grab them?"

"Please."

She walked away and I watched every step. That arse in those black work trousers was a religious experience. She caught me looking when she glanced back and smiled—not offended, just knowing.

She returned with three boxes. "Got the 90s, the 97s, and the Plus. See which fit best."

"Cheers."

I took them to the fitting room area, sat down on the little bench. Destiny followed, leaning against the doorframe.

"Need any help trying them on?"

There was something in her voice. Something that suggested she wasn't just talking about shoes.

"Wouldn't say no."

She stepped inside, pulled the curtain closed behind her. The fitting room was small—barely enough space for both of us. Her thigh brushed mine when she knelt down to open the first box.

"Let's see then."

She unlaced the shoe, held it out for me to slip my foot in. Her hands were soft, her touch lingering longer than necessary on my ankle.

"How's that feel?"

"Good. Snug."

"Snug is good." She looked up at me through her lashes. "I like snug."

The air in the fitting room changed. Charged.

"Is this part of the service?" I asked.

"Only for the fit ones." She stood up, close enough that I could smell her perfume—something sweet and expensive. "And you're definitely fit."

"Your manager not gonna notice you're gone?"

"On break in five minutes anyway. Consider this..." she stepped between my legs, "overtime."

She kissed me first—full lips, tasting of cherry lip balm, her tongue finding mine immediately. I grabbed her hips, pulled her closer, felt her gasp against my mouth.

"Fuck, you don't waste time," she breathed.

"You started it."

"And I'm gonna finish it."

She pushed me back against the wall, dropped to her knees. Her long nails made quick work of my jeans, and when she freed me, her eyes widened.

"Jesus. Black Friday came early."

Before I could respond, she had me in her mouth—hot, wet, enthusiastic. She knew exactly what she was doing, her tongue working magic while her hand covered what didn't fit.

"Shit—Destiny—"

She hummed around me, looked up with those big brown eyes. The visual alone nearly finished me.

"Your turn," I managed, pulling her up.

I spun us, pressed her against the wall, dropped to my knees. Her work trousers came down easy, revealing a red thong that barely qualified as clothing.

"Like what you see?"

"Love it."

I pulled the thong aside, found her already wet. She gasped when my tongue made contact, one hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound.

"Fuck—right there—don't stop—"

I ate her like she was the last meal, my hands full of her thick thighs, her hips grinding against my face. She tasted incredible.

"Gonna come—shit—already—"

She shook through it, biting down on her own hand. Before she'd recovered, I was standing, lifting her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist like she'd been waiting for exactly this.

"Inside," she demanded. "Now."

I pushed in and she whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt.

"So fucking big—"

"You can take it."

"Watch me."

She could. She did. Matching every thrust, her back against the fitting room wall, her tits bouncing in my face. I pulled her polo up, her bra down, took a dark nipple in my mouth.

"Yes—fuck—just like that—"

The fitting room was definitely not designed for this. The wall shook, the curtain swayed, and somewhere in the store, generic hip-hop played on oblivious.

"Close again—don't stop—make me come on that dick—"

I shifted angle, hit something that made her eyes roll back. She came with a strangled scream, her whole body clamping down on me. The pressure was too much.

"Where—"

"Inside—fucking do it—"

I came hard, buried deep, her legs locked around me ensuring I couldn't pull back even if I wanted to. We stayed there, panting, sweating, trying not to collapse.

"Well," she said eventually, grinning. "That's the best fitting I've done all week."

We cleaned up as best we could. She fixed her polo, pulled up her trousers, checked her braids in the little mirror.

"So," she said, "you buying them trainers or what?"

I laughed. "Yeah. All three pairs."

"Big spender." She pulled the curtain back, all professional again. "I'll ring you up at the till."

At the counter, she scanned my shoes, took my card, handed me the bag with a receipt tucked inside. I looked at it later.

Her number, scrawled beneath the total.

Staff discount next time. Come back when I'm closing Saturday. ;)

Best shopping trip I ever had.