I had been going into the gift store for the past three years, and the owner of the shop knew me well. She was a lovely Igbo lady who kept the
business going after the sudden death of her husband a few years before. I had a great relationship with her and knew enough about her to
know that her two daughters and her son helped her out with the shop when she desired.

I had never seen the son and had caught only a glimpse of one of the two daughters, one of whom was a very attractive; her smile could wake the dead.

She looked a lot like her mother, and I had always thought that if the elder woman looked like this when she was young, she was really something.


Having seen only one of the daughters, I often wondered what the other one looked like. All I knew
of her was that she was a university student in the eastern part of the country, which explains why I
had never seen her in the shop.
One fateful day, I had to go into the shop to buy some gifts for my sister’s birthday, and I knew that the owner of the shop would know what I was there for as soon as she saw me. To my surprise, though, the elder woman wasn’t there. Behind the counter instead was a young lady. As I got closer I could see that she had the most seductive eyes I had
ever seen, and was wearing an above-the-knee skirt beneath a blue apron.


The apron covered her shirt so I couldn’t see what her sleeveless shirt looked like, but I could see that
the lady was so well-endowed, the slopes of her big breasts tenting out the front of her apron. I tried not
to stare as I walked towards the counter. She smiled at me as I approached.


“Hi, I’m Ada, can I help you?” she said, her eyes sparkling.


“Yes, I would like to buy a gift for…” I began.
“Your sister’s birthday,” she finished for me.
“Yes, that’s right!” I said, surprised. “How did you
know that?”
“My mother told me you would be in here today, and why,” she said, looking at me with those sparkling eyes and smiling at me. “She also told me to take special care of you, that you’re one of our best customers.”


“Well, that was very nice of her!” I said, smiling back at her. “You must be the daughter who’s in the
university,” he said.


“Yes, that would be me,” she replied. “School keeps me so busy so I don’t get many chances to help here in the shop, but I’m home on holiday now so here I am!” She smiled broadly at me as she spoke, her eyes flashing brightly.


“So what would you like?” she asked, putting her hands behind her back and rocking her shoulders back and forth slightly, stretching her apron tight across her more than ample breast. I tried not to let my eyes lock on her breasts waving at me as she
did so.


“Well, what would you suggest?” he asked.
“A box of perfume would be nice,” she said, turning and walking to the display rack behind her. She
reached up to get a bundle from the top shelf, and when she did her skirt rose up and revealed the bottoms of the cheeks of her ass to me. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and I felt my dick stir slightly.


She retrieved the box and turned to face me, showing them to me.
“Very nice,” he said. “What else would you suggest?”
“Well, let’s see what else I have that may interest you,” she said. She turned and put the box back up
on the shelf, showing me the bottom of her ass again. I wondered if she was intentionally flirting with me as she moved to the middle of the shelf and bent over from the waist, picking up a display from the lower shelf. I got a clear view of her rounded,
shapely ass as her skirt rode up again, and my dick began to grow. She straightened up and turned
around as she showed the display to me.


“This is the best silver necklace in the market, and it is very nice,” she said, smiling at me.



“Yes, it looks like it, but I’m not sure that’s the one I want,” I said.
“Well, take a look at this rack,” she said, turning to put the box back. “I have several things here that I
think you would like,” she said, bending over again to put the box back. This time her feet were slightly
apart, and when she bent over she gave me a clear view of her shaven pussy lips nestled beneath the
rounded curves of her ass. She looked around at me, still bent over, and said, “See anything you like?”


“Yes, I do,” I said, positive now that she was flirting with me and was very serious about it. “I see a very nice display, rounded and full, with some very smooth and delicate petals that are very soft to the
touch. Right?” I asked, and she smiled a wicked smile as she stood up and walked over to the counter.

“Right,” she said, “they are very smooth indeed.
Would you like to see for yourself?” she asked, the look in her eyes speaking volumes.
“Yes, I would, very much,” I replied.
She walked around from behind the counter and over to the door, where she turned the lock and hung a sign in the door that said, “Closed,” then
walked back and took my hands, leading me past the counter.

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