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A Shopping Trip

By: Threesheets



My job as a supervisor required that I verify data as it comes in via the phone with a lab to ensure no one tampered with the outcome. That's how I met Toni. I had been talking to Toni for over a year and had become sort of long distance friends, not unlike those that develop on the Internet today. I never had the opportunity to meet her as she worked in a different part of the city.

One day I decided to take the plunge and asked if she would care to meet for coffee after we were off work. Since we both worked for the same employer, albeit at different sites we knew when the other got off work. Imagine my surprise when she accepted and agreed to meet me in a little coffee shop a block from where I worked.

As I was sitting at the counter watching the door, women were coming and going. Some nice, some fine and some just down right UGLY. I thought to my self this is going to be my reward. A slob with knuckles that drags the ground and a killer voice that gave her only one socially redeeming value.

I noticed a lady about 5'4", slender with a cute shape walk into the diner and start looking around. She was wearing a cream button up skirt and blouse with a sweater. Could I be this lucky? This is how Toni said she would be dressed. I rose and approached her, tentatively asking if she were "Toni". To my relief she answered, yes, you must be Peter.

Toni was just gorgeous. I had no idea I would hit the jackpot when I asked her over the phone to meet for coffee. I assumed she was just teasing with the little flirtatious innuendo's that had been passed over the last 6 months. She didn't have the huge tits that most dream of, but she was shapely and totally in proportion to her height and weight. Brown hair and dark brown eyes, a killer smile and slightly over sized lips that lit a room when she smiled.

As we were chatting about work and the responsibilities that each of us had we really started to get to know each other. Talk turned to more personal things when she mentioned she had "no life" other than work and home. Her husband, who was a fat slob and gone for a year was totally neglectful of her and their two children. 

I asked how she was going to account for the fact she was going to be late getting her two children and she said she had it cleared with the sitter because she wanted to go shopping.

Now I'm not a shopping kind of guy but if that's what it took to spend more time with this lovely lady, I'd become one. I asked her what she wanted to shopping for. She said clothes. She wanted to go to the new shopping center that just opened downtown. There were a lot of specialty shops there and she wanted to see what they held. So dropping some bills on the counter I took her arm and we left for the center.

I assisted her into my car and was rewarded with an unselfconscious view of a great pair of legs. Going around to the other side of the car I hopped in and noticed she had not rearranged her skirt and the view was getting better and better as we maneuvered through the late afternoon traffic.

The Plaza was a multi-level shopping mall with all the standard department stores and a lot of smaller boutiques. As we walked along and looked into windows, we naturally held hands. Hell I haven't courted like this since high school.

Finding a rather upscale boutique she wanted to go into, I could only agree and follow her in. The place was rather open with the clothes on the racks and plenty of room to move around. The sales lady, wore a tag indicating her name was "Lillian" she was a lady in her late 50's and stylish hair was gracious and attractive, obviously wearing clothes from the boutique. Going from one rack to the other was fun as she held up one outfit after another. She seemed as if she was shedding some of her earlier dreariness and was beginning to lighten up. Holding one particular dress up to her and pulling it tight across her bosom, she asked me what I thought. Without thinking I said, "It would look great on her, especially with the bottom 4 buttons undone."

Smiling, with a gleam in her eye, she said, "Wait here," here being next to a rack that was next to the dressing rooms. The sales clerk asked if that was all she wished to try on and Toni, said, "For now, thank you."

Going into the third stall to try on the dress I noticed the door was left a little open. I had a perfect view of Toni in the mirror as she slipped out of her skirt and blouse. Was I shocked, under the demure skirt and blouse was something out of Fredricks of Hollywood. Tan stockings and matching garter belt, see through French cut panties and the laciest bra I had ever seen. Quickly slipping into the dress, I watched as she buttoned it up the front leaving the top three buttons undone and the bottom four as I recommended. Turning this way and that she then reached down and to my amazement undid one more button on the bottom. This virtually assured that the top of her thigh and the re-enforced stocking top would be visible when she walked. 

Stepping out of the dressing room she did a quick turn allowing the dress to open slightly, and asked, "What do you think?" 

All I could do was nod and reach for another dress, this one slightly shorter but with a two way zipper that met in the middle allowing her to show as much or as little leg or cleavage as she wanted.

Now I was getting this show from about ten feet away and the sales lady was watching the whole thing and smiling, I could see the calculator going in her eyes as I handed Toni the second dress and she stepped back into the dressing room.

Again I was treated to the show of Toni removing the one dress and getting into the new one. She seemed to be struggling a little with the zipper at the bottom. the one at the top was pulled up to the middle of her cute breasts in that killer bra.

She stuck her head out and asked me to come back and help her. Since there was no one in the store other than the sales lady I quickly moved back to the dressing room. Opening the door slightly she stood there in that dress with the zipper right at the junction of her thighs. The view of her white thighs with the stockings was breathtaking. I also noticed through her shear panties there was not a darker shadow of pubic hair, she must have been totally shaved. Not one hint of was visible.

I asked what the problem was and she indicated the zipper was stuck. So kneeling down with my face at pussy level, I gingerly grasped the zipper tab in one hand and put my other hand under the dress to steady the fabric. Tugging slightly to get the zipper down, nothing happened. Pulling a little harder had the effect of pulling Toni into me, following the zipper with her hips causing her pussy to rub against my knuckles.

I heard foot steps behind me. As I turned the sales lady was just coming to our dressing room and asked, Is there was a problem?"

"Only this zipper which seems to be stuck." Toni said.

The sales lady said, "Let me try."

So there I was on my knees looking into one an obviously bare pussy, and then glancing to my left and seeing an older lady who was quite striking on her knees struggling with a zipper. The sales lady, while a little older was still built. Full breasts and nice hips.

Finally the zipper gave way, and began sliding up and down as designed. Each tug though pulled Toni's pubic mound into the hand of the sales lady as she pulled the zipper.

Standing up, a little flushed, she said, "That should do it." She gracefully backed out of the dressing room and returned to the counter. Toni on the other hand was standing there with a rosy glow to her cheeks and shallow breathing. I looked up into her eyes and they were slightly closed. I asked, "Is this ok?" Indicating the distance from the hem to where the zipper was. 

Toni whispered, "Take it a little higher." 

Willing to comply I slowly raised the zipper almost to it's original position, just below the junction of her thighs. Then feeling more bold I rubbed the back of my hand on her bare thigh, above her stockings. A gasp came from her as she started to sway a little towards me. Moving my hand a little higher. My fingers were just slightly resting on her panties and I noticed they were moist. I slowly started to move them up and down and watched as her panties got more moist with her juices. 

The aroma from her was an aphrodisiac. Pressing harder into her I started to massage her clit that seemed as if it were a bump, visible through the her panties.

I then stood up and looked down at her, my hand still under her dress and leaning down to lightly brush her lips with mine. As they touched I gently caressed her full lips with my tongue, not forcing it in, but just tasting her. I'll tell you I was hard as a rock, all 8 plus inches made a tent in my trousers that was noticeable, not only in length but the thickness clearly showed through.

Toni reached down and took my dick in her hand and I could hear the intake of breath as she measured it's length and breadth. "So hard" I heard her say.

I then pulled the top zipper down to expose the tops of her breasts. It was obvious she never got out in the sun as her skin was white with no interruption. The stockings were darker than the rest of her legs and that contrast was a turn-on.

Kissing her and caressing her pussy was getting to her as she leaned into me and began to grind her pussy into my fingers. Once again dropping to my knees I reached up and slowly pulled her panties down, exposing a totally bald pussy. I leaned into her and casually stuck my tongue out licking up and down her naked pussy. She tasted great.

Pushing her back to the chair that was in the room she sat, and spread her legs even more allowing me full access to a pussy that was dripping juices so much it was running down her legs. Seated her pussy juices continued to come out as I licked and sucked them, swallowing them as they came out. Just as I stuck my tongue into her again I felt her pussy tighten up and she flooded my mouth with her nectar.

I was perfectly willing to continue, forgetting where we were when she pushed me back and sank to her knees pulling my belt and zipper down to get to my fully erect dick. Standing up I watched as she first licked the head then the underside, almost reverently as if she were worshipping it. Then she took one nut in her mouth and rolled it around then moved to the other. Letting that one pop out of her mouth she then went back to the head of my dick, pursing her full lips to kiss it right on the opening, and then sliding it into her mouth with a friction on her lips that felt better than any pussy I have ever invaded.

Slowly, she licked, sucked and nibbled her way until almost half of my 8 plus inches was in her mouth. Usually at this point a lady will pull back and start over, Toni didn't disappoint me but she did surprise me as she repeated the process of sucking me into her warm mouth taking me further into her until I felt the back of her throat. Then swallowing and pushing she took the entire length of me into her mouth and throat, I could see her throat and neck swell outward with the added thickness of my dick lodged firmly in her.

Pulling back until only the head was in her mouth she plunged down and again took me all the way into her. Swallowing and causing the muscles of her throat to massage my dick. This was incredible. Moaning and leaning against the wall of the dressing room I watched as this demure lady did a number on my dick that I never thought I would see, much less feel. 

I could feel my balls tightening up and my dick was swelling up even more as I neared a climax that was going to leave my knees weak. I groaned in passion as I said," I'm cumming." This caused her to back off so that only the head of my dick was in her mouth and she got a mouthful of cum. Not swallowing any, just holding it in her mouth as she rolled it around on her tongue tasting it and letting a little slide down her well used throat.

Standing up and tilting her head back to be kissed, I leaned down and gently brushed my lips against hers. Extending my tongue into her mouth and tasting me there. As we parted I saw her open her mouth showing me the amount of cum that was still there then watched as she swallowed it.

Reaching down to her moist pussy, I slid two fingers into her and brought them to my mouth, tasting her and liking what I tasted as my tongue licked my moistened digits.

Dipping into her pussy once more, we then opened the door and took the clothes out to the clerk. She then paid for them and as we were leaving I shook hand with the sales lady, thanking her for her assistance. She noticed the moist fingers, then bringing her now moistened fingers to her full lips, she seductively sucked it into her mouth and licked her lips.

"The pleasure is all mine." she replied, with a smile on her face and a gleam of promise in her eyes.

Laughing like two teenagers, we left the boutique behind. Arm in arm, we strolled the mall, watching people and then looking at the reaction on their faces as they did the double take of Toni walking proudly with her dress unbuttoned nearly to her crotch, the flash of thigh above the stocking top was a head turner. Not blatant, but enough to "hint" that, "YES, you really did see a ladies legs."

We talked some more about our daring activities in the Boutique, it was a wonder we hadn't had the cops called on us for the ruckus we raised in the dressing room. Toni just took it in stride rubbing up against me like a favorite cat. As we walked a little longer we decided neither wanted to end the afternoon so we decided to take in a movie. 

Now you have to realize that after the liberties that were taken in the Boutique a movie was the LAST thing on my mind but then it would also allow us to be close and to continue acting like the kids we had become again.

So paying the price of admission, we went into one of those new "Super Theaters" with the lounge type seats and the arm in the middle that raises up. I don't even know what movie we paid for but as we settled down in a pair of seats close to the rear of the theater, the first thing we did was raise the arm and start to snuggle up.

The titles were coming on as I slipped my arm around her and gently brushed her straining breast with my fingertips. Lightly over her nipple that was visibly hardening. Pulling her closer I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers. Just barely touching them then pulling back enough to tease them with the tip of my tongue. Not forcing myself into her but tasting her lipstick. Leaning in again I was rewarded with her darting tongue coming out to duel with mine and we carried on like this for several minutes.

Breathless as she was she still leaned into me forcing my fingers to cup her straining breasts and massage them one after the other. Finally, getting bolder I flicked one, then two buttons of her blouse open to gain a better view and access to her nicely rounded tits. Gasping as for air, Toni leaned into me and allowed me to open still another of her buttons. This gave me free access to the bra the ivory flesh beneath it. With a flick of the fingers I parted her front clasping bra. Nothing happened, the bra cups stayed put her breasts obviously didn't need the support. Sliding my fingers under the cup I finally got to feel her nipples. Hard, responsive little marbles of crinkly flesh and just touching them caused a groan of desire.

I felt a fumbling in my lap as she attempted to pull my zipper down. Arching my back to assist I finally felt the cool air rush into my fly and then around my dick as it was pulled free of it's confines and my pants ended up around my ankles. Then her soft fingers wrapping around it and the slow up and down motion as she slowly jacked me off in the theater.

Becoming bolder I abandoned her breasts and slid my hand up her skirt, an easy thing to do, since she had it almost unbuttoned to her crotch. Well I finished the job. Reaching into her panties to move them aside, she arched her back and I took the hint. Down they came to be tangled around her ankles but a swift kick and she was free to spread her legs for me and my invading fingers. 

She was so wet, I slipped two fingers into her immediately and she groaned for more. So two more followed, then she clamped down, trapping them there with my thumb rubbing her clit she was climaxing on the spot.

Moaning so loud I had to seal her mouth with mine in a deep loving kiss that almost cost me my tongue as she sucked me into her mouth. Yes, the movie was forgotten by now. Sliding fingers are fine but I wanted her spread out for me, I wanted to bury my tongue where my fingers were and follow it with my dick. Almost as if Toni were reading my mind, she pulled away, pulling up the back of her skirt she then slid over onto my lap, facing away and easing me into her moist canyon with no effort at all. She was that wet. 

Toni was laid back, resting on me with my dick in her pussy, anyone who looked behind them would have seen her there and my pistoning rod slowly going in and out of her. Every time I started to withdraw, she would tighten up and cause me to linger as deep as possible inside her clutching cunt.

We sat like this for almost fifteen minutes just relaxing and enjoying the feel of each other when I started to feel the rush of climax coming on. Not knowing if she was ready, I cautioned her in a whisper that I was going to cum. She only nodded saying, "YES, YES, CUM in me. Let me feel you swell and CUM in me."

She must have felt me swelling to give her a load because she sat straight up, and took me into her as deep as possible then tightened herself around me and began to milk the cum out of me. That feeling was so intense all I could do was sit and enjoy. 

As we sat their in the chair, she was still on my lap, facing out and leaned back. I was feeling myself get smaller but her muscles were holding me in, not massaging me anymore but holding me captive. Now that's the kind of captive I like.

Slowly she started to rotate her hips again, just enough to let me know she wanted more. I could feel myself getting harder but not nearly as hard as I had been earlier. So I just enjoyed the sensation of this lovely creature sitting and squirming on me.

We must have been there for several minutes as she still held me captive in her pussy. I still held her, tweaking her nipples and making her squirm more and I could feel myself getting harder by the second.

We stopped suddenly as another theater goer came up the aisle in our direction and then turned into the row in front of us. Damn Double DAMN. Toni pulled her skirt around her front and draped it there for all intents and purposes it just looked as if she were sitting on my lap.

There was something familiar about the new theater goer though. As I looked at the back of her head then she turned and smiled at us. It was the sales lady from the boutique. She just looked over her shoulder and smiled then turned around to watch the movie. Toni, took that as an invite to continue and continue she did. Tightening and squirming, lifting herself up and dropping down to get more of me into her and succeeding.

Toni leaned back to me and turned her head to meet me, kissing and sucking her tongue, she pulled back a little and said there was one place I hadn't reached yet. 

She then lifted herself up and reached between her spread thighs. Removing me from her boiling pussy and then moving me back. She slowly sank down on me again. I could feel myself going into her.

She had me positioned at her lovely ass. I could feel her opening for me and taking me into her bottom slowly sinking lower into my lap. All of this was not lost on the sales lady from the boutique. She had been watching furtively as Toni manipulated me to her ass and then started the slow motion insertion. 


A Shopping Trip



Moving closer so she could watch, she turned partially towards us and reached out to move Toni's skirt away so she could have a better look. Touching Toni's thighs lightly then moving her fingers up her inner legs above her stockings. Toni, Gasped at the unexpected touch then looking down at the person who was doing it she only smiled, settled herself more firmly on my dick in her ass and spread her legs.

The view Lillian was witnessing must have been something else. Soft thighs, open for the taking and the base of my dick surrounded by the half moons of her peach shaped ass. The leaking cum from Toni's pussy must have been too much as Lillian turned her back to the forgotten movie and then leaned forward to tentatively lick the leaking cum from my balls and Toni's pussy as it was forced out by my actions in her tight ass and her own actions of wiggling and squirming to get more into her.

Lillian, leaned into Toni, I could see her tongue extended to taste our combined juices as she leaned even more over the back of the seat. I was watching this not with a detachment but as a willing participant. I couldn't resist reaching out to Lillian and supporting one of her breasts in my hand as she buried her face and tongue in the pussy that had only moments before held my manhood.

Toni was squirming even more as she felt the invasion of a tongue into her pussy and the nose rubbing her clit as Lillian started to slurp and suck the combined juices from her. I could feel the breast hardening and the nipple starting to protrude through the fabric of her bra and dress.

Toni's nipples were just as hard with one hand in her blouse feeling her nipples harden like a marble to the softer breast of her surprise pussy licker Toni was in seventh heaven. She started moaning almost too loud as she climaxed again, and I could feel the swelling once again in my groin as I was ready to fill her bottom with cum.

The multiple onslaught of 8 plus inches in her ass, a hand rolling and pinching her nipples and the active tongue of another in her pussy pushed her and me over the edge as I came for the third time that day. Toni just sank into me as Lillian pushed her further back into my lap and onto my straining dick.

I gasped that I was cumming in a voice that I thought would bring the usher but only let Toni know that soon her ass would be as full as her pussy once was. Lillian, moved her head lower and captured my hanging balls and sucked each one into her mouth as I exploded once more into Toni. I could feel myself getting soaked not only from the cum that was shooting out of my dick but from the saliva of this hot lady that was adding to our pleasure.

As we all settled down, Toni pulled herself gingerly off of me and I felt and heard the soft "plop" as I came from the opening of her ass. Lillian immediately took me in her mouth, cleaning me off before pulling my rumpled trousers up and refastening them. Toni just slid sideways to the waiting seat, pulling her skirt around her as she sat with clenched ass cheeks trying to keep my cum in her as long as possible.

Lillian came over to us as we settled down, lifting the arm between me and her new seat and snuggled up to me. I was in heaven. A woman on each side of me. Lillian lifted her face to mine and gave me a passionate kiss then leaned over to Toni and did the same to her. She then slipped me a piece of paper with her name and phone number on it. "Call me soon, both of you." she said as she slid out of the seat. "I have to get back to the store, I'm on a break." she smiled over her shoulder as she left us.

Toni and I also had plans. Not only for that afternoon but for quite a while to come.



A Shopping Trip



I got a call from John and Simon after our little get-together. They gave me a number of some guy who new someone who knew someone. I gave him a call, and apparently there was this company in London which specialized. I asked him in what, and he said everything. I hung up being no less confused than at the start of the conversation, but I rang the number he gave me. It turned out to be some sort of sex line, but a confession line where you told them stuff rather than the other way around. I was going to hang up, but the voice said that it was cheap, so on a whim I told it all about my first time, and what I wanted to do for a living. 

A couple of days later I got another phone call. Apparently they had liked what they called my ‘phone interview’ very much, and would like to meet me in person. They said if I wanted to come they would be happy to discuss my future, and would reimburse any travel expenses whatever happened. They said any day would be fine. They gave me an address, and told me they hoped I would come. I said I hoped that I would too, with as much double entendre as I could muster down the phone, and they laughed and hung up.

I mulled over my options for a couple of days, and decided it was all too risky. Then I had a blazing row with my mother, which ended with me threatening to leave. She said fine, and I said fine, and I slammed the door to my room shut. As I lay on my single bed I thought to myself; I should, you know. I really should. Potentially, here was an opportunity to do what I really wanted to do. I resolved to take the risk, and go for it. 

The next morning, after I heard my mother slam the door on her way to work, I started to pack my things. I had already gotten dressed, and I had written my mother a note to say I was going to stay with some friends for a few days, and not to expect me back for at least a week, when in would contact her for a forwarding address. I had also written one to myself, for posting on the way, stating the address I was really going to, just in case. I’ve always been quite a forward thinking sort of a girl.

As I was packing I was despondent about my wardrobe. Everything I had seemed to be desperately unsexy, or just too childish. Eventually I decided I would buy some stuff on the way, and left my bag light, taking mainly make-up and jewellery and a couple of t-shirts, and my by now much beloved dildo. I put jeans and one of my dad’s old shirts on, tied around my waist, and set off.

Once I got to town I checked my accounts. I had a very basic bank account that my Dad had made me set up and a savings account I had had since I was little with a couple of thousand in it. I transferred a thousand to the bank account, and went shopping.

First I knew I needed some new shoes. I was not exactly runway-model height, and needed some extra. I selected two pairs of shoes, one with quite high, blocky heels so I could get used to it, and a pair of black spiked fuck-me open-toed shoes with four-inch heels, that I found I could just about wear if I walked very carefully. I searched around until I found a male assistant to buy them from and watched his eyes widen as he wrapped them. Yes, those were the ones alright.

Next I went to buy some underwear. I searched through all of the major chain stores but couldn’t quite find what I was looking for, although I did buy a couple of nice black semi-transparent sets of bras and panties, a silver thong bikini that I don’t know how anyone would wear if they didn’t expect to get fucked on the spot, a black suspender belt and a few pairs of stockings. Even these seemed a little too tame though somehow. Although they looked quite sexy, I was looking for something that really screamed sex at me, that turned me on even on the hanger.

I eventually found what I was looking for in a shop that catered for the upper-end of the sex market, for those middle-class types whose interest is flagging. It was different to the shops that I was used to in that it had all female staff, and mainly female customers, with the odd male walking round in an embarrassed fashion behind his wife. I was absolutely in heaven, and picked up an animal shaped vibrator, of which I have heard so much, and a quite large butt plug as well as several items of underwear, a long chemise which was intended to be used as a nightdress, and a couple of bra and hotpants sets, one in purple and with lots of straps (very rock-chick) and one in leather. I was desperate to try them on, but they had no changing room, so I would have to wait.

Finally I called into the most expensive store in town, one that I would never normally even consider buying from as it was far too expensive. Today I made an exception; I needed to dress to impress. I searched through until I found a nice shiny black coat, but still very soft and supple, actually quite reasonably priced for what it was, and a very short and daring low-cut black dress that I hoped was slightly too short for me. 

I took all my purchases into the changing rooms and looked around. There was a communal area at one end for when it got busy, and a few quite large cubicles. Today was a Tuesday, and the rooms were empty. I went into one and closed the curtain. There were mirrors on all three sides of the cubicle, and a small stool in the corner. I hung up my purchases on the curtain rail, and proceeded to undress. I carefully folded and put away my shirt and jeans; my jeans were wet from my cunt’s anticipation as I hadn’t wanted to bring any old underwear with me. 

I stood there totally naked for a little while, letting the store’s air conditioning cool me down, lifting my arms and stretching my legs to help myself dry off the hot summer day’s perspiration. I looked at myself in the mirrors. I wasn’t looking bad at all. I slipped on my new heels and looked again. Even better. The working out I had been doing combined with the heels made my ass look fantastic. I walked backwards and forwards in the cubicle, watching my ass wiggle, and giggled. 

I had trimmed my pubes the night before with a pair of scissors, but I decided there that that wasn’t enough, and sat down on the stool and took out my shaver, and trimmed them down still further, so that when I sat back and spread my legs my cunt lips and clitoris were clearly visible, with no growth to obscure them. I was fairly light down there anyway, so it still looked fairly natural. I became concerned for a moment that the noise of the shaver might make anyone think I had been doing something else. I waited a moment with bated breath, but nobody came. I told myself not to be so silly. After all, what were they likely to come in and say? I dug out the vibrator and switched it on. Nothing happened. No batteries. Dammit, I was horny now. 

I got out my dildo and put it in my mouth, I had done this quite often over the last couple of months and it made a great pacifier. Tasted a little rubbery, but even just the shape of a good hard cock in my mouth made me feel better. I drew out of its case the butt plug I had just bought and looked at it. I had been cautious about not using my dildo too much, as I didn’t want to stretch my still quite tight cunt too much without filling it with real cocks, but I didn’t see any harm in stretching my anus a little. I pushed the plug in and out of my slippery cunt a couple of times to get it thoroughly lubricated and then sat down on the floor, leaning back against the mirror, to insert it slowly into my ass. I could see under the curtain while I was on the floor, and I could just about see out across the shop floor, where men were walking round looking at suits. If they had good eyesight they could look back and see me too. This little piece of exhibitionism turned me on even more, and I stood up lest I peak too soon.

The plug in my ass felt good, really good, and I walked around a little with it up there, gasping a little occasionally as it rebounded against something sensitive. I imagined again what it had felt like to have a real cock up there, and rubbed my clitoris, wiggling my hips. I slipped off my shoes again and pulled on a pair of hold-up stockings, before putting my shoes back on. I looked again in the mirror. It needed something. Oh, yes. 

I leaned across and put on a simple black choker, 1920’s style, that had been my grandmother’s. I slipped on the coat, and looked back at myself again, one foot up on the stool. Oh god yes, I moaned as I looked at myself and rubbed my clitoris hard. I looked so good, I didn’t see how they could resist me. I had quite small tits, but they were very pert. I pinched at them with my fingers to make them hard. Oh, yes. I would do.

I took my dildo and rammed it hard into my mouth, making myself gag and choke a little, remembering the words Simon had used that had turned me on so. Yes, bitch, I thought to myself. You like it, don’t you, bitch. I shut my eyes and imagined the real cocks in my ass and throat. I took the dildo out of my mouth to rub it in the juices from my clit before ramming it even harder down my throat, head in the air like a sword-swallower. 

As I did so a thought occurred to me and I removed the dildo and scrabbled around until I found my shaver, and transferred its batteries to my vibrator. I slid to the floor, once again visible from the shoulders down, plug in my ass, dildo pressed to my throat, vibrator whirring away in my cunt. I lost track of how long I spent there, but I must have come at least three or four times, and several times feet had passed by under the cubicle curtain.

I was only awoken from my reverie by the sound of a shop assistant outside asking if I was alright. I guiltily got up and thanked her and said yes, I was fine. I got dressed into the rock-chick hotpants and briefs set , shoved everything else except the stuff from this store into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. On the way out I bought a short denim jacket and a pair of thin sunglasses as well, and put them on too. I left the store at 3:20, and had to run to catch the train at 3:45 to London. I was panting hard by the time I got there, for more reasons than one.

I hadn’t yet removed the butt-plug.



A Shopping Trip



Most of Fran's close friends were envious of the relationship she had with her husband, Ian, even after over ten years of marriage. They were still like a newly wed couple. Fran would tell them that besides being madly in love with each other, it was because they kept things exciting. Ian's shift work enabled them to spend lots of quality time together when their children were at school. They often used this time to spice up their love life. Fran guarded their time together well and her friends and family knew not to invite her anywhere if it was one of Ian's days off.

This particular day though was a work day so Fran set off with her sister Patsy to do some shopping and then lunch. They were just walking into a lingerie shop when Fran's mobile phone rang. 

"Hello?" she asked and then her whole face lit up. "Hi love, what are you doing, ringing me from work. You are? Give me 30 minutes then. No! Oh okay then we are in the lingerie department now. Let me see what I can find and I will ring you back."

She turned to Patsy and told her that Ian was home from work as the machinery had broken down.

"I guess that is the end of our shopping spree and lunch then." She said to Fran.

"Nah, not yet anyway," Fran giggled. "He wants me to ring him when I am in the dressing room and describe what I am trying on."

Patsy laughed. "You two are worse than honeymooners. God I wish Les would show the same interest in me."

"Yeah I sure lucked out with Ian. He is just so damn sexy. In all ways!"

They continued looking through the lingerie on the rack with Patsy holding up various outfits to show Fran until she finally decided to try on the black lace teddy. She walked into the change room with the teddy in tow. Patsy continued flicking through the negligees. Just as she got into the cubicle and had slipped out of her clothes the mobile rang.

"Hello" Fran said into the phone.

"Hi sexy, what are you wearing." Ian whispered into the phone.

"You rang too soon." Fran laughingly replied. "I am just about to slip into something and then ring you."

"Are you naked?" he asked.

She answered with a throaty yes. 

"Are your nipples hard baby?" Ian inquired.

"They are now you said that," she laughed.

"Touch them for me baby and make them really hard." He asked of her.

Fran traced her fingertips around her aueroles and over the nipples. She groaned and felt herself get wet.

"How is that feeling?"

"Oh God" was all that Fran could get out.

"Take one hand away and take it down to that sweet little pussy of yours sexy." He demanded.

She let one hand trail down to the red strip of hair she left when waxing. Sliding her finger over her clit, her knees trembled and she let out a groan into the headpiece. 

Ian said, "Must be pretty wet down there my love."

She nodded her head unable to talk and too aroused to realise he couldn't hear her nodding.

"Well love? Are you very wet?"

"Oh God yes Ian but we must stop this. Someone will be here to check on the noise." She told him crookily. 

"Okay then baby. Only cos I don't want to waste that sweet nectar of yours. Now you pick something that suits a sexy lady like your self. Ditch your sister and call me when you get to your car. Oh by the way wear what ever you buy under your clothes. I cant wait for you to change when you get home."

He signed off and Fran quickly tried on the teddy to make sure it fit. 

"That was Ian on the phone." She told her sister as she went to pay for the teddy.

"I have to skip lunch but I will make it up I promise."

Laughing Patsy gave her, her blessing and told her she was green with envy. 

"I want all the details tomorrow!" she added as a parting remark.

Fran blushed and told her not likely.

Rushing off she found a toilet to change into. She slipped on the teddy and donned her skirt and top over it. Carrying the bag with her thong and bra in it, she headed off to her car in a rush.

When she got in her car she rang Ian back.

"Hi love, I am in the car and on my way home." She told him when he answered.

"You aren't talking while you drive are you?" he asked.

"No hun, I was just about to start it."

"Good then before you do, Tell me what you bought." 

"A black lace teddy with a thong bottom." Fran said. "You will see it soon enough."

"No sexy. Not soon enough!" I replied. "Take off your clothes."

"Ian!" she said shocked. "I will have every truck driver on the freeway looking in at me."

"Frannie love, you have always been a bit of an exhibitionist. This is just one step further."

So she quickly complied taking off her skirt and top.

"Okay. Can I come home now." 

"No hun not yet. I know when I see you I will be so horny I might rush so now before you leave I want you to get yourself good and wet for me. Start by carressing those gorgeous pink nipples of yours." Ian ordered.

Fran groaned and her hand found its way under the top to fondle her nipples into hardness again.

"Has that worked love?" he asked.

"Yes!!!!" she replied huskily.

"Good, now I want you to start teasing that clit of yours. You know how you like it. Do it for me baby. Pretend its my tongue licking that sweet pearl of yours."

Fran started to tease her clit. Hard like a minature cock, it caused an immediate reaction. She groaned and rubbed it faster harder. Meanwhile breathing heavily into the mouthpiece. Ian could hear her and knew exactly how she was going. His cock had got so hard that he had to release it. Slowly he took off his clothes with one hand while holding the phone with the other. His hard cock sprang to attention. The knob shone in the light of the lounge room as he sat back in his chair.

Frans finger, meanwhile, had found its way into her pussy. It slid in easy with her wetness. She started to fuck herself with her finger, no longer able to control herself.

"God sexy, you sound so wet and so close to cumming." Ian said into the mouthpiece as he stroked himself.

Fran managed a strangled yes as she continued pumping her pussy with two fingers now. Within seconds she reached her climax and Ian hearing her reached his just seconds later.

"Oh God baby. You drive me wild you are so sexy. As soon as you can come home to me. I have a surprise." He said as he rang off.

Sitting back in the seat, legs spread, gasping to retain her breath and composure, Fran smiled to herself.

"I am so blessed." She told herself as she set off home.

Reaching their home, she quickly parked the car in the garage and ran into the house.

"Honey I'm home." She called.

"Up here my sex goddess. I hope you only have on the teddy!"

She giggled and called out, "You'll see." as she ran up the steps following a trail of red rose petals.

She swung the bedroom door open to see Ian laying naked in a pool of rose petals on their bed, his cock standing up like a flagpole.

"Welcome home. My God that teddy makes you even more desirable. Come here my sex goddess."

Fran glanced around the room as she went towards the bed. He had her favourite blues music playing. Candles were lit and flames dancing in a slight breeze. There was an ice bucket in which a bottle of champaigne cooled. And beside it sat two champaigne glasses.

But then, that's another story.



A Shopping Trip



The good thing about having to work every other weekend is getting days off in the week. It is easier to get a car park space and the shops are quieter which makes it easier to try things on. I have just booked a holiday to Cancun in Mexico for Summer Break, so I decided to start shopping for new clothes. We had some lovely warm weather last week which is unusual for the U.K. at this time of year, so I headed into Chester to indulge in my second favourite pastime, shopping! 

I had a long, cool shower and dressed in a thong, my short denim skirt with a white halter neck top, under which I went braless. To make trying things on easier I didn't wear any accessories apart from a pair of sunglasses.

I like small boutiques rather than large department stores, the clothes are usually more exclusive, and the last thing you want is to see someone else in the same outfit. I found my first shop empty of customers, so it was just myself and the store owner, a man aged about 45. As I wandered around I could see him watching me, but assumed he was just making sure I wasn't stealing anything.

I choose a couple of tops and asked if it was ok to try them on. 

"Yes of course, just help yourself" he said.

As I entered the fitting room and went to pull the curtain closed behind me, I saw him looking at my bum. I gave him a sly grin and closed the curtain. I was feeling a little playful, probably because it was such a nice day. I removed my top and tried on the two items I had chosen. They both fit me well, but I took them off and poked my head around the curtain.

"Excuse me, could you bring me these in a size 10, these are a little big," I asked.

"Sure, just pass me those so I get you the correct ones", he said.

I opened the curtain slightly so I could pass the tops to him, not too much but just enough to give him a quick glimpse of my bare breasts. I saw his eyes drop to them as he took the two hangers from my hand. Reaching up I pulled on my nipples to get them nice and hard for his return.

"Here you go, see how these fit", he said passing me the replacements.

I opened the curtain a little further this time, and once again he glanced down at my boobs, his gaze lingering a little longer as he saw how erect my nipples were.

I took them from him but this time I left the curtain open so he could see into the fitting room.

I took the first top from the hanger and pulled it over my head. The fabric was a light linen which made it easy to see through from the inside. I made a big deal of trying to get it over my head while watching him. He was openly staring at my breasts as they jiggled while I was "trying" to get my head through.

"Excuse me, I seem to have got my head stuck, could you help me please?" I called out.

I turned my back to him as he approached to make out I was trying to hide my naked breasts, but I knew he could see them in the reflection in the mirror.

"Ok, keep still while I pull it off", he said.

I couldn't help but smile to myself at the double entendre, and once more he checked out my bare flesh as he took hold of the fabric and freed my head.

"Thank you, I seem to be in between sizes", I apologised.

"Not to worry, I am sure we can find something for you", he replied.

"There was a nice bikini on your mannequin in the window, do you have it in a size 12?" I asked. 

"Let me have a look for you while you try on the other top", he said.

I took the other top and pretended to try it on while he was gone but I already knew it would be too small, and I was just replacing it on the hanger when he returned. This time I made no effort to hide myself, just thanked him for fetching me the bikini.

I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my thong which was getting a little moist. The idea of being naked in front of strangers has always been exciting for me, and this was turning me on probably as much as it was him.

I usually leave my panties on for hygiene reasons when trying on underwear, but this was no ordinary day. I turned my back to the open curtain and slid my thong down my legs. I looked in the mirror as I did so I could see the expression on his face as I exposed myself fully to him. I was definitely having the desired effect on him as I saw him reach down and adjust his cock which was now clearly visible straining against his trousers.

Picking up the bikini I put the top on first to give him a longer look at my trimmed pussy. I spent a little longer than normal making sure my boobs were comfortable before slipping on the bottoms. Walking out of the fitting room I approached him and said,

"So what do you think, does it look good?"

"Erm, yes, it looks erm, very good", he stammered.

"Then in that case I will take it", I said.

I went back to the fitting room and took the bikini off and dressed in my skirt and halter neck, but deliberately left my thong hidden in the corner on the floor. I walked up to the counter and put the bikini on it.

"Can you do a reduction on this, it seems a little soiled? I asked, pointing out the wet patch in the gusset of the bikini bottoms.

"Oh, er, well I can get you another, er, I will keep this one, I couldn't possibly let you take it like that", he spluttered picking up the bikini and putting it quickly under the counter.

Paying for the bikini I thanked him, especially for the 20% he knocked off for my trouble. I left the shop and waited out of sight for a couple of minutes. I saw him come to the door and quickly turn the "open" sign to "closed". Approaching the door I peered inside but couldn't see him. The curtain to the fitting room was now fully closed. I quietly opened the door, entered, and closed it behind me. 

I walked slowly to the curtain and called out," Hello?"

I pulled the curtain open wide and there he was, his pants around his ankles, his erect cock in his hand and the soiled bikini bottoms pressed to his nose. He just froze to the spot.

"Looks like I forgot my panties" I said," Can't go walking around with a bare pussy, can I?

"Oh God, look, this isn't what it seems, I mean….."

"Do they smell good"? I asked.

"I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself, you just…."

Firmer I said,"Do they smell good?"

"Yes"

I bent to pick my thong up from the corner of the fitting room. I passed it to him and said," Wrap this around your cock."

He did as I demanded, and stood there with my thong wrapped around his cock as he sniffed my pussy juices on the bikini.

"Now, I want you to stroke your cock while I watch", I said.

He began to rub his cock up and down, but he must have been too embarrassed as it started to go soft.

"Maybe you need more encouragement?" I asked, and hitched my skirt up my legs, once more exposing my naked pussy to his gaze. As he looked on I parted my legs and reached down to stroke my wet folds. As I slipped a finger between them I felt just how wet I was.

"Mmmmm that looks better", I told him as I saw his cock grow harder.

I used my wet finger to draw circles around my clitty, spreading my juice all over it. It was hard and throbbing, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I eased two fingers inside my hot hole to slow down my impending orgasm, but it just made me hotter. He was really pumping on his cock now, never taking his eyes from my now dripping wet pussy.

"Oh fuck……I'm ……cumming……ooohhhhhh….!!!

As he shot his cum into my thong I felt my own orgasm building, my legs began to tremble as it hit me, the heat starting deep inside me as it exploded within.

We looked at each other as we got our breath back, neither of us saying a word. I pushed my skirt back down, straightened my top and moved over to him. I took my thong from his hand, it was soaked through. I raised it to my face and flicked out my tongue, tasting his salty cum on my tongue. I sucked on the fabric greedily, getting as much of his seed as I could, all the while looking into his eyes.

I stepped into my thong, feeling the damp fabric against my hot pussy. Then I bent forward, kissed the tip of his now flaccid cock and walked out the store. 



A Shopping Trip



Dedicated to the one who inspired and lived this with me.

*

"You choose and I wear. That's fun"

Clasping your hand and walking with purpose to the lingerie section. The textures, the colours, the scraps of tiny fabric. Your hand lingers on black silk. 

"I'll try what you're touching," my fingers lingering on yours. 

A few moments later, the curtain drawn. 

"I think I need a little help." 

You grasp the curtain, pulling it to one side. Reflected in the mirror, my fingers clasping a stocking to the corset that holds my waist in a loving grip. Black silk against pale skin, a corset that cups my breasts, defines my waist and frames my pussy, encased in sheer black silk. A pink flush on my cheeks as you tighten the ribbon laces, your fingers brushing against my skin. A step forwards and your hips push against my ass cheeks, the outline of your stiffening cock pressing against your pants. Your hands stroking, sliding up to cup my tits. The wide mirror on the wall reflecting every subtle move, every touch. My hands moving behind me, grasping your cock, stroking through the now tight fabric of your pants. Jerked back hard against your body, your fingers exploring the taut, dark pink nubs that crest my pale breasts. Teasing and twisting my sensitive skin, scratching the surface with your nail, darkening and hardening them further. 

I can't tear my eyes away from our reflection in the mirror, your hands manipulating my flesh, your eyes following every move. Entwining my fingers with yours, the warmth of your skin caught between my breasts and my palms. I know you can feel my heartbeat racing, my chest rising rapidly. Our hands move over my skin, sliding onto the silk of the corset, down over my stomach, until they hover at the silk scrap that covers my mound. I moan when your fingers softly brush over the fabric and feel your moan against my neck as the silk clings moistly to my skin. 

In one swift move you have my hands pinned to the mirror, my eyes flaming with lust. Parting my thighs with one of yours, you release my hands and caress the backs of my thighs above the stockings, with the backs of your fingers. Cupping my bare ass cheeks, one finger sliding under the thong between them. I hear the rasp of your zipper, my legs trembling as I know you will have me here, now, with the sound of the shop on the other side of the curtain. I want it, need you so, my blood on fire. Holding your gaze, never wavering, the thong pulled to one side and the head of your cock rubbing between my cheeks. Teeth catching at my lower lip, your cock parting my pussy, brushing over my engorged clit, your shaft covered in my wetness. My eyes widening, skin flushing as the tip of your cock penetrates me. You pause and then with a hard thrust embed yourself entirely in my tight heat. Unable to contain my moans as you slowly withdraw, until I hold only the swollen head and then thrust hard again. Your hands gripping my hips, my tits bouncing with each thrust, the thong now soaked with my juices. Our eyes locked as thrust after thrust inflames us further. My hips slamming back to meet yours, needing all of you. 

Silk grazes over my clit with every move, my pussy grasping your shaft. Closer and closer we move towards orgasm. I know from your breath you are close, as am I, my pussy throbbing, my stomach tightening. With one deep thrust your balls tighten and you explode inside me, copious amounts of cum. Your cumming triggers my own, my pussy spasming around your cock, over and over. Milking you as your balls are coated with our juices. Your hands catch me as I stagger against the mirror, your lips brushing my shoulder. 

A soft laugh as I look down at the garments, soaked and dishevelled.



A Shopping Trip



"Didn't I see you sitting outside the changing rooms in Pennies?" A woman standing in front of one of those three way mirrors asked.

"Huh?" I responded, startled from my half stupor of staring at the woman admiring herself in the mirror.

"I asked if that was you sitting in front of the dressing rooms down in J. C. Penny's." She asked again. "You aren't some kind of pervert just trying to peek into the dressing rooms, are you?"

"Huh? NO!" I answered a bit indignantly. "I'm helping my daughter shop for some work outfits." 

"Really? All this time?"

"Fraid so." I answered. "Never did understand why it took hours to shop for a few outfits."

"Well, it all has to look just right." She answered. "I'm sure your wife is having a nice time helping your daughter."

"No, afraid it's just the two of us."

"Really? Well, I'm sure when you get home your wife will appreciate your efforts." She said stepping back into the mirror and admiring herself again.

"Well, she doesn't know I'm here doing this. No this is just me trying to help my daughter get some new clothes for her first real job."

"Oh, that IS sweet of you. Has she just graduated?"

"From college, yeah." I answered.

"Well, you are a good father." She said stepping out of the mirror. "No, this just isn't going to do." She added, shaking her head and heading back into the dressing room.

I waited only a few more minutes before my daughter came out. "Sorry dad, these just aren't going to work. Nothing seems to fit right."

"Ok. Well, let's go try Macy's then." I said with a sigh.

The two of us headed out of Penny's and down the mall to the Macy's store. I followed her around the racks as she looked at all variety of business suits and skirt suits. After collecting a variety of outfits I again followed her to one of the banks of dressing rooms and found a seat. 

I yawned and leaned back in the chair, settling in for a long wait again. 

"Well, hello again," the lady I had seen in Penny's said as she walked up to the dressing room. 

"Oh, hello." I said shaking the cobwebs from my mind.

"Waiting again?"

"I'm afraid so. Although this should be shorter, she only found four outfits this time." I answered.

"I see. Well, try not to be too bored," she said as she headed into the dressing rooms. 

My daughter came out to admire how one outfit looked and then disappeared back into the dressing room, passing the lady from Penny's on the way. She stepped in front of the multi-way mirror and turned too and fro to view herself. 

I guessed she was nearly the same age as I was. She wasn't bad looking, in fact, in the form fitting red dress she had on at the moment she looked pretty damn hot. The dress fit her round hips and butt like a second skin before it flowed up her body to encase a nice pair of full breasts, the dress dipping down deeply in the front to expose a nice amount of creamy white cleavage.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked conversationally as she turned to and fro in front of the mirror.

"It looks quite becoming," I answered.

"Huh? Oh. I was really talking to myself, but thank you. You think it really looks nice? Be honest now."

"Actually I think it looks very nice on you." I replied looking her up and down as she turned to and fro in front of me instead of the mirror.

"Doesn't make me look fat?"

"Most certainly not," I answered, shaking my head slowly. 

"You're sure?" She asked again, turning so her butt faced me and rubbing her hands up and down the red material over her hips and butt. 

"Trust me. It looks very nice," I said firmly.

"Hmmmm. I'm not so sure," she said as she walked past me again, headed back to the dressing room. 

I waited for a few more minutes and my daughter came out again in a skirt suit which I thought looked quite good on her. Thankfully she agreed before returning to try on another outfit. 

"Well, since you are being such a gentleman, would you care to give me your opinion on this one?" The lady asked again as she came back out in front of the mirror.

The dress was much different than the first. It fit her hips and butt snuggly before spreading into a short flowing skirt. The satiny green material reached up the front of her, encasing her round full breasts before heading up behind her neck. She turned for me, her back essentially bare due to the halter style top, with the exception of the bands and straps of her bra.

"Well, I think it's a wonderful dress," I answered.

"It looks that bad?"

"I didn't say it was bad."

"But it's not good."

"I think it's probably not supposed to have that kind of a bra," I said quietly, almost embarrassed. 

"What? Oh." She said quietly, walking back toward the dressing room. "Don't go away then." 

She disappeared and came back only a minute or so later. "See if this is better."

She stepped in front of me and turned all the way around slowly for me. The bra was most certainly gone, and her breasts were supported by the material of halter, two prominent bumps showing where I would have expected her nipples to be inside the top of the dress. The two wide strips of material that made up the bulk of the top left some of the sides of her breasts exposed in addition to a very deep V of creamy white skin that didn't stop until it was nearly to the bottom of her breasts. To me it looked even better than the red dress.

"Screaming sexy if she had a thong on.," I muttered to myself as she turned around again in front of me, the skirt flying slightly up and out as she made a quick turn around. 

"What was that?" She asked as she came to a stop from her quick turn.

"Huh, nothing. Just said it looked real good."

"That wasn't what it sounded like you said," she said as she stared at me, "And the blush tells me what you said was a bit more racy that that. Sure you don't want to share?"

"No. I think it's probably better if I don't," I mumbled in embarrassment.

"Come on. Tell me! You wouldn't want me to buy this and then find out it looked silly."

"It definitely doesn't look silly," I answered.

"Ok, it doesn't look silly. But I'd still like to know what you said." 

I sighed deeply. "If you insist. I said you'd look killer if you had on a thong under that."

She blushed brightly and held the skirt down against her thighs. "Goodness." She said in almost a giggle. "I don't think anyone has made a comment like that for a very long time. Even if you didn't mean it, it's nice to think someone said it." 

"Oh I meant it," I answered with a shrug. "I think it looks pretty damn sexy. Be a sweet dress to take you out to a club in."

"Really? You think so?"

"Oh yeah. Any guy would be thrilled to go out with you dressed like that."

"Hmmmm really? Maybe I need to look for a few more sexy dresses, since I have such a receptive audience."

"Well, feel free," I said with a smile and a shrug.

"Maybe I will," she said turning toward around in the mirror again. She reached down for the hem of the dress, and looking at herself in the mirror, slowly pulled the dress up higher, exposing more and more of her creamy white thighs. I wondered just how far she would go and was surprised when she continued to pull upwards until the crotch of her white panties were showing. Suddenly blushing red, she pulled the dress back down and smoothed, stepping away from the mirror and heading back into the dressing room without making any eye contact with me.

I was still sitting and wondering thinking about how she looked in that dress when my daughter came back out in a conservative business pants suit. She looked good in it, and it became the second outfit of the day to make it to the keep pile, thank goodness. She returned to the changing room to try the third outfit she had taken in while I once again waited.

"So, what do you think of this?" The woman asked as she walked back out in a navy blue skirt and a cream colored blouse. 

"Very nice," I answered.

"Just nice?"

"Well, if you're looking for a nice outfit to wear to work, it looks just fine."

"But not exactly sexy, is it?"

"Not really." I answered, shaking my head and frowning slightly.

"Well, I appreciate your candid opinion," she said as she stepped in front of the mirror. "I see what you mean though."

"Ok daddy, ready to go?" My daughter asked as she came out of the dressing room area.

"Sure, all done?" I asked hopefully.

"Just here. I think I want to see what Deb has. They always have lots of nice dresses, and then well, we're right across from Victoria's secret!" she said.

"You're not going to make me go in there too, are you?"

"Oh not if you don't want to," she said over her shoulder as she started to walk away. I turned and followed her out with a shrug, looking over my shoulder at the lady I had been talking to. I was surprised to see her watching me walk away, a little smirk on her face that I had no idea what to think of.

I followed my daughter to the checkout and paid for her selections and then out into the mall. She wove her way expertly though the corridors of the mall to end up precisely where she wanted to be, in front of the Deb shop. I followed her into the store and made my way to the one place you could count on finding seats, near the dressing rooms. This store had a row of dressing rooms across the back of the store, each with a louvered door that opened onto the main portion of the sales floor. The only thing that really separated the dressing room area from any other part were the racks of clothes line up twenty or so feet away from them. 

I settled into a seat for what I expected to be another long wait. I was actually kind of sleepy and starting to half doze off when I felt a hand gently touch my shoulder. I startled and looked up to see the smiling face of the lady I had been talking to in the last store, standing next to me. She had a dress over her arm and a tiny little plastic hanger with an extremely skimpy pair of pink thong type underwear.

With a wink she stepped toward the dressing rooms and chose one all the way on the end, one where the door swung open so that it opened toward me. She carefully hung her items in the dressing room and then pulled the door closed, pausing for a moment to ensure that I was in fact looking her direction.

With the door closed I couldn't see anything except for the small gap at the bottom. I watched as the tan slacks she had been wearing pooled onto the floor around her ankles, which she then stepped out of. She slipped off her high heels and stood in her bare feet for several moments before her cream colored blouse landed on the slacks, the satiny material making a smooth looking little pile that was quickly disturbed by a lacy bra plopping unceremoniously on top. My mind was already headed in the wrong direction, trying to imagine what she was looking like mostly...correction, completely naked...as her white panties slipped down her legs. She stepped out of the panties and used her toes to add them to the pile in the corner of her dressing room. 

My already hard dick was straining at my pants and I gave a quick look around before adjusting myself to make the bulge look a bit less conspicuous. 

My attention was quickly diverted while my daughter came out of a different dressing cubicle, looked at the dress she had on in a mirror and then disappeared back into the dressing room. I looked back over toward the dressing room the lady had stepped into and saw it was standing open a crack, almost as if she were waiting for me to focus back toward her.

The door opened and the lady stepped out, the very short snug red dress clinging to her like a second skin. The spandex matched her shape and movements as she stepped in front of the mirror. She turned to and fro, giving both of us ample opportunity to enjoy what it was doing to her body and how it hugged her. She looked around nervously and seeing no one but me in the dressing room area, let her hands roam over her body, cupping first both breasts, giving each a little squeeze before sliding down her stomach to her thighs. She turned to face me, and looking directly at me, slipped the hem of the dress upward, not stopping until the absolutely tiny thong was fully on display. Even the small amount of material covering part of her mound and her pussy didn't expose a single hair, making me immediately wonder if she were completely shaved.

The few seconds she held the skin tight dress up above her pussy seemed like an hour in some ways. My mind burned an image of the tiny pink thong against her creamy white thighs, the tiny pink strings arching up and disappearing under the red spandex as they headed toward her hips. The tiny triangle of material was only a couple inches wide on the top, nearly half way down over her rounded smooth mound. The material was quite thin and appeared sparkly as it narrowed and dove down between her legs, the material pulling snuggly against her rounded outer lips, a small cleft dipping between them tantalizingly.

It took longer for my attention to return from the display to her face than the display was itself, but even then it took my mind several seconds to adjust. The skirt back down in place, she was stepping back into the dressing cubicle, her head looking around to see who else might see before holding a hand out and crooking her finger to invite me to follow. I really didn't know what to do, and in my indecision, I sat stone still, staring at her as she left the door part way open for me to see into. 

Her hands went to the back of her neck, untying the small red string that held up the top of the backless spandex dress. As they came down the held the strings and peeled the spandex down her chest, exposing her bare breasts as the red material rolled down her front. She let go of the strings when the dress had cleared her breasts, both full and round with bright pink puckered areola and hard protruding nipples. I stared at her bare tits, as her hands moved to her hips and slowly worked the material down over them, her hips swaying slightly from side to side as she inched the red material downward. I saw the creamy whiteness of her firm stomach and then her hips, the tiny pink strings of the thong coming into view as the red material continued to move downward.

"Damn!" I muttered as she pushed the material down to where it finally slid down her legs to pool around her bare feet. 

Standing in nothing but the pink thong she reached for the doorknob of the dressing room and held it, motioning again for me to come.

This time I couldn't help myself. I was way too turned on by her exhibition and the lack of any sex for almost a year, that I stood and walked quickly the dozen or so steps to her dressing room door.

She reached out, took my hand and quickly pulled me into the tiny cubicle, closing the door behind us. She held her finger to her lips, motioning me to be silent as she turned me and pushed me to the back of the cubicle. My feet hit the built in bench along the back wall and I sat quickly down, my balance broken by her continued push. 

With me sitting down she stepped back, squatted down and picked up her clothes, hanging the red dress on a hook after standing back up and then stepping toward me again. She squatted down, her knees spread on either side of my legs, providing an even better view of what the pink thong was hiding. She used the slacks and blouse to cover my shoes, making my feet essentially unseen by anyone who might peek under the door, and then stood back up. 

I stared at her in silence as she hooked her fingers in the thong panty and slowly pulled it down, exposing her bare and yes, completely shaved pussy to me in only moments. She lifted one leg and then the other until she was standing completely nude in front of me. She reached out and held the panties for me to sniff, the scent of her arousal strong before she lowered them and dropped them on the bench next to me. 

She stood for a few moments and allowed me to view her completely naked body, from her firm round breasts, down her smooth belly and over her round hips. My attention was mostly drawn to her full round lips the edges of flowery delicate inner lips peeking out from between the smooth shaved skin. She saw where my eyes were riveted and stepped one foot up on the bench next to me. She slipped one hand down over her mound, continuing to slide it down as she curled her fingers between her legs, her middle finger teasing between her pussy lips. One...two...three times she slowly stroked her finger between her lips, dipping it deep between them and then drawing it slowly out across her clit. After her three slow strokes she drew her finger up over her mound again, leaving a glistening trail of her own juices and her pussy spread wide, her inner lips now protruding fully and shining with her aroused juices. 

Moving her foot back to the floor, she stepped to me, her hands reaching for my belt. She quickly undid my belt as well as the snap and zipper of my jeans. She put a hand under my chin and tipped my head up to look at her, pressing a finger to her lips to remind me to be silent as she squatted down in front of me again. Her legs pushed wide spreading her pussy while her hands moved to my hips, pushing and coaxing my pants down. I lifted myself slightly on the bench seat, allowing her to work my jeans and underwear down to my knees, exposing my rock hard cock.

"Nice," she whispered quietly as she wrapped her hands around it and gave it several long slow strokes. With a smile she stood up again and bent over, aiming her mouth for my now exposed cock. 

"Ohhhhh." I breathed quietly as she engulfed my head with her mouth, her tongue swirling around my mushroom head several times before pushing her face lower, taking more and more of me into her hot mouth. Up and down her head went, her lips sliding along my cock and her tongue teasing my shaft and head as she did. I was far to long and fat for her to get all of me into her mouth, so she followed along with her hand, stroking it up and down in time with her mouth, her hand twisting as well. 

I reached out and cupped both of her tits, hanging down and wiggling enticingly from her motions. I grasped each one, letting her nipples stick out between my fingers so I could squeeze them at the same time I squeezed the firm round globes with my palms and fingers. 

I lost track of how long she had been sucking my cock in the small cubicle, but I hadn't lost track of what the sensations were doing to me. I knew that if she kept up what she was doing was going to bring me to a huge climax very soon. She apparently read the motion of my hips trying to push up in time with her strokes for what it was and pulled her lips from my shaft. Standing in front of me again, she held her finger to my lips to keep me quiet as she stepped forward, moving to kneel on the wooden bench, one leg on either side of my hips. 

She moved her finger from my lips and reached for one of my hands, drawing it down between her legs and placing it on her dripping pussy. Once I had started stroking her soft pussy lips she leaned her upper body toward my face, rubbing one of her rock hard nipples back and forth across my lips, her hands pressing on the wall behind me to hold herself at just the right angle. 

I heard her moan softly as I pressed my middle finger up into her tunnel, her tight velvetiness pressing around my finger as I stroked it deeply in and out of her. Her juices seemed to increase with each passing moment, her hips gently rocking in time with my strokes. Her hips rocked more and more urgently as my finger stroked in and out of her, my palm sliding across her mound and exposed clit. I sucked first one nipple and then the other, switching frequently and enjoying the feeling of her hard nipple under my tongue.

"Oh fuck me now!" She whispered urgently, reaching down to pull my hand from between her legs. She grabbed my cock with her hand and aimed it at her pussy, rubbing my head between her wet lips several times before settling her weight on it. I felt her slowly engulf me, her soft hot tunnel slowly gripping around my shaft and head, caressing each inch that she took into herself almost as snuggly as the red dress had encased her trim body.




A Shopping Trip



Up and down she rode, slowly at first, but then with more urgency, her hips rocking so that each stroke was a slightly different sensation on my cock as she bounced up and down, her firm ass slapping against my thighs in a barely audible sound. She bit her lower lip slightly to silence a moan that tried to escape as she rode both of us up toward the pinnacle of climax.

Her climax seemed to hit her before mine, but only by moments. Her legs and body trembled as she tried to continue riding me, her motion becoming jerky and inconsistent, although I really couldn't care at that point. Her contracting pussy squeezing and rippling around my fat hard shaft had long since pulled my own trigger. My body jerked involuntarily, trying to pierce her convulsing pussy even deeper as the first gush of hot juices lanced up into her. The sensations of my cum filling her hot tunnel seemed to just intensify what appeared to be an already intense orgasm. Time and again my body jerked, pumping more and more cum into her until finally both of us sagged against the back wall panting for breath. 

After sitting there for several minutes she pushed herself away and climbed up off of me, a gush of our combined juices leaking from her pussy and flowing down her leg in a trickle. She reached for her purse and pulled out a package of wet wipes, quickly cleaning her leg and pussy before tuning her attention to my cock. She carefully cleaned it with the wipes before depositing them back into her purse.

Without a word she reached for my hands and pulled me up to a standing position. Still totally nude, she pressed herself to me, her arms wrapping around my neck and her lips pressing urgently to mine. Her tongue battled its way into my mouth as my own arms wrapped around her, pulling her against me tighter, trapping my softened cock between us and her hard nipples against my chest. We stood and embraced until my cock started to climb again, hardening between us.

Feeling my hardening cock she pushed herself away from me and reached down between us, grasping and stroking it even harder.

"Wish I had time to do that again." She whispered before reluctantly letting go of my cock and squatting down in front of me again. She pulled my pants and underwear back up, carefully fastening everything and ensuring that I looked respectable again. Only then did she begin to dress, her white panties and bra first and then her slacks and finally her blouse. With her fully dressed again she leaned against me, kissed me deeply and then whispered "thank you," into my ear.

With that she turned, cracked the door to see that the coast was clear and then slipped out.

By the time I stepped out she was disappearing between the racks, walking briskly away from where I stood. I sat back down and thought about my encounter, getting very turned on again at the thought of the tryst that had just occurred.

"There you are!" My daughter said as she came back a Victoria's secret bag in her hand.

"Had to go find a bathroom. Get everything you need?"

"Yep. Just have to pay for these two," my daughter said, holding out two dresses that she had picked from this shop.

With her purchases paid for I took her to her new apartment and dropped her off before heading home myself. 

I was sitting in my recliner, deeply engrossed in a book when my wife walked in.

"Hi honey! How was your day?"

"Pretty good. Yours?"

"Really good. I got this sexy new dress," she said, holding up a red backless spandex dress. "And look at these sexy little panties." She said holding up a pink satiny thong. "I have it on good authority that this outfit is really really sexy. Would you like me to try it on for you?

"I'd love it." I said as she stepped over to the sofa and started pulling her blouse off. "How about we go out dancing tonight? You can wear it and we can have a little fun."

"With or without the panties?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at me as she unsnapped the bra, leaving her in just her white panties, the crotch dark with moisture.

"Without of course!" I said standing up from my recliner. "In fact, let's just forget the dress for right now." I said as I undid my pants, exposing my already hard cock.

"Hmmmm...Lipstick? I wonder where that came from?" She asked slyly, as she slipped the panties down her legs.

"I think you know all too well." I answered her as I turned her around and coaxed her to bend over, her firm round ass pushing out at me. I rubbed my fat head against her shaved wet pussy lips and slowly slid into her.

"OHHHHH FUCK YES!" she moaned loudly. "You know how hard it is to get fucked with this and not make any noise?"

"Better let it out now then because you probably don't want to be doing it while we're dancing later tonight." I answered with a grin, starting to push my cock in and out of her pussy.

--- The end ---