Ooooof! Such a nice view to walk in on…
Not Your Average Shopping Trip
Its midafternoon and I stand there with ice coffee in hand, waiting. Weight balancing from one heel to the other as I watch people pass by. I let out a soft sigh and take a sip letting the cold drink cool my parched throat knowing you’ll be here any moment.
All of a sudden I feel strong, manly fingers covering my eyes. My breath catches, hitching for a moment. Then a soft smile covers my lips as I feel your lips kissing my neck just below my ear before whispering, “Did you guess it was me?”
Still behind me, still covering my eyes I nearly whisper, “Of course.”
Your hands leave my eyes and grasp my shoulders and turn me. Our eyes meet and we smile before our lips meet. It’s slow, sweet. The kiss lingers but not long enough to sate either of us. You pull back knowing we stand here in the midst of the public, children running around.
“Oopsie,” I say with a girlish giggle.
Your hand is in mine and we begin to walk. We talk, sharing words; such simple conversation. I lean my head on your shoulder and let out a sigh. You seem to know just where you are going so I just follow. I ask no questions, content here in my place beside you. Finally we reach our destination…
A surprise shopping trip!
Together we look through the racks. Finding this and that and then you get this wicked gleam in your eye. A look I’m utterly familiar with and it sends chills through every inch of my body, straight to my very core. I find myself and you in the midst of the dressing room and your hands deftly undoing various buttons of my shirt and then my jeans. I slip off my boots and stand there in black lace.
Your eyes devour.
They consume, burning me inside with your heated stare.
Slowly your fingers remove the scraps of lace from my quivering body. You kiss my shoulders and then my thighs as you lower my thong. You reach for one of both our favorites, a hot pink satin bra with silver studs. You slip it over my arms, hooking it carefully and kiss my lips with a lingering need and promise of more. Then you take the garter and slip it low on the curve of hips. Your eyes find mine seeming to know that I’m nibbling my lower lip. You trail your finger over the inside of my thigh causing my knees to go weak.
“I think will do without the panties and stockings this time baby girl,” you say as you stand.
You back up and sit in the large chair motioning for me to model for you. I turned slowly for the first time seeing myself in the mirror and the reflection of you. Your eyes take in my body, every single curve. The flare of my hip, moving up over the curve to my back to my shoulder and as I am turning to face you your eyes move back down. I can feel the heat pool between my thighs. Those sweet juices already coat my soft silken folds and dripping down my inner thigh. You haven’t even touched me yet. My body’s reaction to you, to your simple presence is amazing. When your eyes finally make it to mine I’m breathless. You motion for me to step closer. I walk, slowly. Breathing deep as I do. I’m shaking in my need for you. I can feel my nipples aching for you to touch, to taste.
You sit there looking so strong; so powerful and distinctly male. I nibble on my lower lip. It’s habit. You grin and laugh that dangerous laugh. Oh I’m in such trouble. I stand there before and your hand reaches out. You, run your finger over the dangling strap on the garter and begin teasing the fabric back and forth across my thigh. Goosebumps begin popping up over my flesh, just what you had in mind I’m sure.
I whimper.
“Needing something?”
“Yes.”
“What’s that?”
“You?”
It’s simple. Honest. Direct. Truthful. Like all of our conversations.
“I know. I need you to. Let’s do something about that,” you say.
Pulling me into your lap we finally kiss the way we’ve been craving. It’s rough. The need is evident. The passion rules us. Your lips control mine. It is all consuming and yet it isn’t enough. I need more of you. I crave more of you. I need it. All of this slow build up has been sweet torment. I need to feel and touch you. I need to draw you into me. Make you a part of me.
My hand reaches between us. Finding your pants and undoing them as our tongues tangle, doing a delicious dance of their own. I reach my fingers under your waistband, needing you in my hand. I have to have you, feel you. Then suddenly there you are and you’ve never felt so right. I stroke and hear you groan. It’s muffled by my lips on yours but I feel it. I want more.
I slip down, leaving the warm of your lap for a moment and let my lips encompass your cock. Drawing you in, tasting the head of your length. You and your sweet saltiness; I’m so addicted. My tongue runs over you. Bathing; worshiping you. I pay homage to my favorite tasty treat. You lift your hips and soon those pants are gone. My fingers massage your balls just before my mouth and tongue find them as well. Always mindful, never forgetful. I’m lost in my own little word, my perfect happy place here.
I hear you groan and feel you pulling me up. You lift me to straddle you once again. Your cock pressing into me, opening me and then slowly filling me inch by sweet delicious inch. You nip and nibble along the edge of satin covering my breasts before undoing the bra. Then your lips are on me, sucking and kissing. Rolling each nipple as I move over you. My hips rock, grinding to a sweetly decadent rhythm that has me moaning in no time at all.
I can hear footstep nearing the door. The salesgirl must be coming to check up on me. It has been a bit but I really don’t care right now. I muffle a cry in your neck as your hips meet mine now thrust for thrust. I’m crying out; whimpering your name.
I manage to whisper, “Someone’s coming.”
“That’s you baby girl. Soon.”
“No, really.”
“I don’t care. I want to hear you. Let go for me.”
That’s all I need as you move harder into me. I hang on to you. My hips meeting you, grinding back. It’s too much. Your lips catch mine and I cry out into them. Again and again, whimpering. I hear a soft knock on the door and the woman’s voice. I say absolutely nothing.
“Sir?”
She sounds a bit pissed, perhaps even jealous. She has no idea. I lay hear nestled against your chest a contented smile on my lips and your still hard cock in my heated slick pussy. How can I even be thinking these things?
“We are fine. We’ll take everything. Thank you,” you say in a clipped voice fighting for control.
I lift my head and look into your eyes then. Those footsteps fade. Everything again fades. We are that close. Our lips find each other and we begin moving.
Slow.
Rocking.
Deep.
Every thrust hitting that spot.
Our eyes and lips never leave each other. We are connected in a way that’s deeper than we’ve ever been. Your one hand tightens in my hair. The other tightens on my hip. I know there will be a mark but I could care less. I am yours. Mark me.
I can feel it.
You feel it.
I gasp. You swallow my scream of your name. I take your moan of mine.
I fall into you, needing you for strength even though we both have none. Your hands stroke over my body, holding me to you.
“I want nothing more than to stay just like this but I think she’s pissed enough. We should go,” you say with a laugh after a few moments.
“I think so,” I say with a smile.
We both leave the room hand in hand and that familiar dressing room smile on our lips…
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