Oh my God, I managed to get there ...

She peered cautiously from behind the curtain, just not whining in horror. From the dressing room in which she was hiding, the deserted chaos of the boutique, and the shop window, and the strollers behind the zombie window were perfectly visible.

Damn, damn, how did it happen ... It was worth a couple of days to sit at home with ice cream and tearful films, turning off the phone, so that a zombie apocalypse immediately happened! Who else could get so lucky? Lisa sighed and leaned forward a little, trying to get a better look at the zombies. Unlike, apparently, of all mankind, it has not yet had time to consider them.

In fact, she was going to spend a couple of days alone, but she found that not only ice cream was over in the house, but all the food. Then she did not turn on the phone, threw a long jacket right on his pajamas, put her feet in old shoes and dragged herself to the nearest store. Fortunately, the shopping center right across the road. Immersed in sad reflections (here is the horror, the guy threw, now it seemed so insignificant to her!), She did not notice that the streets were somehow suspiciously empty. Probably somewhere around there were zombies, but she just did not notice them. Until she came to the store. Fortunately, she managed to take a cart - and only then noticed that there were suspiciously no people around. And half of the goods suspiciously lying on the floor. And on the floor she hobbles ... Fortunately, the reflexes worked as it should. Even before she realized how strange that which was approaching her looks, she managed with all her might to push the cart in his direction and run away. And already on the run I understood that this was certainly, without a doubt, a real zombie!

Around the corner, she came across for two at once - she didn’t manage to brake by inertia, hit them ... Thank God, this time saved the jacket. Zombies clung to her, Liza somehow twisted and rushed forward. But, frightened, she considered for the best to hide as soon as possible - and ran into this boutique. Fortunately, it was completely deserted, and she, unnoticed, slipped into the fitting room. Now, barely catching her breath, looking out - what is it? There were zombies.

There were several of them. They leisurely wandered around the floor, but the boutiques, like, were not interested. Lisa grinned nervously. It was she who always looked at this window. How lucky that zombies are not interested in fashion!

She almost felt the strength to smile at this funny thought, when she suddenly turned cold: someone definitely stood behind her, and this someone carefully stretched out his hand and put it in her mouth. And in time - she almost shouted from surprise and horror - and just at that moment her eyes met the zombie behind the window ... Lisa gurgled under someone's palm and swallowed a scream.

“Shh ...” Someone whispered behind her. “You don't want them all here.”

- Mm. - Lisa slightly shook her head and wanted to turn her around to see who was behind her, but her hand suddenly squeezed her mouth even more coarsely and pulled her toward the man who stood behind her.

- Quiet, girl. Quiet.

And then the second hand slipped, stroking the side, under her arm and lay on her chest. Only here Lisa finally realized that she had fallen. She tried to kick - but the man behind her was stronger, and every move seemed to attract the attention of the zombies behind the glass.

- No, honey. You will not do this, - the man behind her back spoke with such ingratiating calmness that she was covered with goosebumps. - You're almost in sight. You make a sharp movement, scream - and they will be right there right there. So in your best interest to stand and not move. Do you understand?

Lisa nodded quietly.

- That's clever. I’ll open your mouth right now, and you’ll stand still like a mouse. Is going?

Liza nodded once more. What is it for her?

The hand began to crawl from her mouth. While doing this, the stranger rudely ran his index finger over her lip, and this suddenly began to turn her on.

"But what is this with me, but what is it with the whole devilish world!" She suddenly remembered that she was standing here in her pajamas. She was going to jump out of the house for ten minutes and was absolutely not going to take off her jacket, so she didn’t even wear a bra under a t-shirt. And the chest, to be honest, was too big to not wear it in public. The stranger seems to appreciate it already. With his left hand, he gently led her chest over the top of her T-shirt, and with his right he held her neck. Here is the left hand walked up and down the chest, as if accidentally hitting the nipples, slightly raised her chest ...

- What a bad girl you are. Do not wear a bra? Probably hoping to meet someone?

- I just...

“Shhhhh,” the stranger leaned very close to her ear. - You do not want them to come here? I do not want at all. I have two days just their nasty faces and look. And I haven’t seen pretty girls for a long time ... And didn’t touch.

With these words, he grabbed the nipple with two fingers — even through the fabric, the impressions were so vivid that Lisa instinctively recoiled, and squeezed right into the intense member of her abuser.

- What, you want to get to know better? - He grinned in her ear.

Lisa wanted to pull back, but he firmly grabbed her, not allowing to move.

“We could, of course, retire behind these lovely curtains, but we don’t want to lose our vigilance and lose sight of them?”

There was an obvious mockery in his voice. It seems that he was especially pleased with her helplessness and immobility. To stand here, practically in full view of everyone who could look into the shop window, with his back to the curtains and let him do with himself everything that this pervert wants.

The pervert, meanwhile, gently shook her shoulders, feeling with satisfaction with her second hand shaking breasts. He slid easily from one nipple to another, playing with his fingers. And Liza cursed herself for being too lazy to put on some jacket, through which these touches would not be felt so vividly.

However, it would save her for a while. The stranger had already put his second hand on her stomach, lifting his T-shirt. Lisa felt his hot hand on her stomach. And the palm as if doubted where to move it? Up or down? Finally, doubts were discarded, and the palm crawled up, climbing under the t-shirt. Higher, higher, and now she grabbed the second nipple. Lisa jerked as if from an electrical discharge. So unusually bright was the feeling of two hands of a stranger playing with her nipples, one through the cloth and the other squeezing her nipple with hot fingers.

“Oh yes,” the stranger almost groaned in her ear. - You have no idea how I dreamed about it ... All these years, all these girls in the fitting room, so close ...

Guess suddenly flashed in Lisa's head. She suddenly vividly remembered this boutique - of course, she did not just walk past him, looking wistfully at the cool clothes and terrible prices on the shop window. But the store attracted not only this - the store always had an incredibly attractive consultant. A young, white-teeth handsome man with a beautiful body ... Strictly speaking, there were two of them, they worked, apparently, in shifts. One brunette, the other blond, but the white-toothed smile and gorgeous body could boast of both. So what he, this attractive handsome man, her unexpected tormentor. Only that - a brunette or blond?

In the meantime, caresses have become rougher. Still clutching his chest with one hand, with his other hand he resolutely moved down.

- Stop what you're doing! - Lisa finally pleaded. But he was adamant.

- I know perfectly well what I'm doing. If I die today, then happy!

With these words, he pressed her closer and tightened his hand under her pants. Back Lisa felt that his dick was just petrified. And it seemed to her that he was just huge - he rubbed his hot stick on her back.

Hand slipped into panties, stroked the pubic fluff, and her fingers immediately parted her lips.

- Stop, do not, please.

- Why? I feel you like it too.

To her horror, she realized that exactly now at least two of his fingers already feel her moisture. Lots of moisture.Because her turned on in this situation, everything. And the danger, and the fact that anyone could see them, and the fact that behind her back was the one whom she stared at, and, especially - that the person with whom she had not spoken to this day, now started her fingers in her most secret place, unceremoniously touching her there.

- Do not ... - she repeated already without much confidence.

The stranger just grinned and ran his fingers a little deeper. Now her lips were widely divorced, the stranger’s four fingers were bathing in her juice, and the middle one was unequivocally placed at the entrance.

- Well, fool around?

Come what may. Lisa suddenly realized that she did not care. That is - no, not all the same. She really wanted him to do it. And she suddenly felt an incredible lightness from the fact that the world is going to hell. And this means that there is nothing more to worry about, it is not necessary to observe any rules of decency, no honor matters any more. There is only here and now, this strong torso, to which she presses her back, and these male fingers that climb into her, as if they are entitled to it.

She relaxed and spread her legs a little wider, giving him access to herself, to herself. And with pleasure I felt that one finger enters into it ... comes out ... and sinks again with the other.

Lisa closed her eyes and gave herself to these sensations. She began to rub slowly on the erect penis, sitting down on the stranger's fingers. Faster Faster...

- What do you like? Like, bitch? - Suddenly, in an angry voice, an invisible rapist asked her. - And, I suppose, three days ago I would have screamed and handed me to the police ...

Lisa was only able to moo something unintelligible, clutching her hands on the hips of the stranger, so legs were weakened.

- And if so? - And at the same time he spun her nipple with one hand, and with the other he suddenly grabbed her clitoris with his free finger.

And then Lisa could not stand it and screamed. Through the incredible overwhelming orgasm that swept over her with her head, she didn’t even immediately realize that the rapist had suddenly pulled his fingers out of her and recoiled.

- Are you really stupid? - he yelled. And suddenly with all his strength pushed her.

Still not understanding well, she took a step not to fall, but her legs betrayed her and buckled - the waves of orgasm were still spreading through the body. As she fell, she saw two things: her rapist rushed to a door behind the changing rooms, and he was a brunette. And from the side of the shop window, a blond woman was approaching quite quickly — once the same white-toothed handsome man, and now, definitely, a zombie. The door for the fitting room slammed, the lock turned. Her legs and hands did not obey, the last spasm of her orgasm twisted her again, and then the blond's dead eyes looked at her point-blank.