Double Penetration

Chapter 41: Market and Caucasians

I, like any employee, had a day off. I decided that day to go to the market and buy myself new jeans. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Mine were already a little worn out and it would not hurt to update my wardrobe a little. And new things

always made me happy and somehow lifted my spirits. I was an unusual girl, but still sometimes I also

liked to go shopping and buy something new. From time to time, it was not harmful to pamper myself.

When I arrived at the market, I walked for a long time through the rows and sections. I still couldn't

decide what exactly I wanted to buy, which jeans would suit me the most. There were so many of them

here that I was even a little confused. Therefore, I decided for myself that I would choose those to

which my soul would smile.

Walking and examining the goods, I noticed that two young black-haired men, obviously of Caucasian

appearance, were constantly glancing at me. As soon as my gaze touched them, they immediately

began to smile radiantly, and a feline shine appeared in their eyes. And so, when I was passing quite

close to these two, one who was bolder immediately jumped up to me:

“Sweetheart, are you looking for something?” He asked with a strong accent, looking at me straight in

the eye.

“Yes. Jeans. I still can't decide.” I answered with a smile and looked at him.

“Here it is, we have them.” He smiled and pointed to his department, where a lot of clothes hung.

“Come in. Choose.” He took me by the arm and led me to the indicated section.

I walked in and greeted the second man. He greeted me in return and began to gaze at me intently, as

if evaluating a newly arrived item. Trying to ignore it, I looked around for my jeans. Finally, I saw them

and asked to have a closer look.

The man immediately took them off and came up to me. He leaned the jeans against my thigh, as if

checking them for volume and length. Pretty professional. It could be seen at once, understood both his

products and their sizes.

But in the meantime, he simultaneously leaned his hand tightly against my leg, I felt the warmth of his

body and felt a slight tremor in the lower abdomen. His hand slid across my leg a couple of times, but I

pretended not to notice. Continuing to smile, I examined the jeans and asked:

“How much?”

“Uh, you are as bad as they are.” Answered the second man, passing the jeans into my hands.

I started looking at them from all sides, trying the fabric with my hands, stretching. Out of the corner of

my eye, I noticed how the men devoured me with their eyes and almost choked on saliva. Yes, I knew

Caucasians were hot guys and found it difficult to manage their hormones. Their libido was literally off

scale, and they considered themselves to be indescribably handsome. Especially if they saw a

beautiful girl of Slavic appearance.

Probably, Slavic girls are the most beautiful in the world, so it was difficult for them to resist the

temptation. I would not speak about myself, but perhaps only a blind man would not want me. Yet,

despite my appearance, I still could not find a normal guy.

But I did not despair, I understood that while I was young, I had time. And my ease and frivolity always

attracted men. They flew at me like moths on fire. That is why now these men were looking at me so

openly with their “oily” eyes.

I slowly examined the jeans, and honestly, I really liked them. Moreover, they fit perfectly in size. How

many I looked through the rows, and nothing was right, and these I would not even have found, if not

for these black-haired men.

“How much?” I repeated my question.

“Uh, we can make a deal.” Answered the man, while smiling like a cat who saw free sour cream. “You,

try them.”

“And where, can I try them on here?” I asked and looked at him.

“Here, here.” He said, and opened the door to some small utility room.

I looked in there. There were some bags with things, boxes, various clothes were scattered

everywhere. There was very little free space where you could take off your clothes and try on new

ones. Turning my head to the man, I looked at him questioningly.

“Eh, don't be afraid. Come in. Try it.” He said, smiling broadly.

I went in and closed the door behind me. I took off my old jeans and was left standing in only thongs. I

was just about to put the new jeans on when the door opened and the man I was talking to slipped into

the room.

“Don't be afraid. Do you want me to give them free to you?” He asked me quietly, swallowing saliva.

At first I was very scared. But then, seeing that the man was just looking at me and smiling, while not

doing anything without my knowledge, I calmed down a little.