0 comments/ 17194 views/ 2 favorites Changing Room Ch. 01 By: BradsBabygirl This story is written from HIS point of view, as opposed to mine. Enjoy! It was early morning when the alarm went off and woke me. My arms reached out to grab at you and pull you towards me, but I found the left side of the bed empty. Grumbling low in my throat, I parted my lips wide for a deep yarn and a languorous stretch of my body, before I threw the covers off me and turned over to deaden the alarm that rang in my ears. It was going to be a great today and I had been looking forward to it all week. Since I had mentioned it to you, you were also pretty excited. But now, I wondered where you were and if you had left without me. Chuckling to myself at the thought, I slowly slid off the mattress, pointing my feet to the floor and pushing my weight down as I stood from the bed. I took another long stretch, feeling the muscles of my body pull tautly as my arms extended over my head. I groaned deeply, and then made my way through the house to find you. My feet shuffled down the narrow hallway and towards the kitchen where I could hear the shuffling of feet and a light tapping noise. Obviously, you hadn't gone, but now I was curious as to why you were up so early and what you could be doing. As I moved into the kitchen, I saw you standing at the sink refilling the sugar container. I didn't think you realised I was moving up behind you when my hands snaked around your narrow waist and pulled you back onto my chest. I brushed my lips across your exposed neck, as your hair was tied up in a ponytail to accentuate the slenderness of it, and you she moaned softly at me. I love your moans, they drive me wild. You're such a sensual little thing when you purr like that. You were dressed neatly in a pair of denim jeans, a crisp white t-shirt, which was mostly covered with a brown wrap that layered over your slender shoulders and draped down your back and chest, and your feet were tucked into a pair of short heeled sandals which made those painted toenails look sexy as hell. It didn't really matter what you wore, you were always gorgeous. "Mmmmmmm. Good morning, my darling. Did you sleep well?" you asked me huskily. I wrapped my arms tighter around you and moved my lips to the side of your face, kissing your earlobe before I whispered back, "I slept very well, babydoll. And you?" I asked you as my eyes followed your hands, watching you continue to fill the sugar canister. "Why are you doing that now? Are we going to get ready and head off?" I asked nonchalantly. "Yes, I slept well, and yes we are. I woke up too early though, and remembered that we were out of sugar, so I thought I may as well fill it up to pass the time," you giggled softly before continuing, "I'm a female honey, it's my job to think of these things. Heck, if I left it up to you..." You let the words disappear from your lips as you turned your head and looked up at me, winking cheekily. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, honey. Now come on, let's get ready so we can head off. We have a big day ahead." I smiled at you and smacked your arse lightly before I headed back to the bedroom and into the shower. I heard you call out to me just as I stepped into the bathroom, "Honey, do you want me to fix breakfast now?" "Yes please, sweetheart. Make it something quick though!" I yelled out as I opened the shower glass door and turned on the hot water tap. As it took a minute to heat up, I stepped out of my clothes and threw them onto the floor in a corner. Turning back around to add cold water to the mix, I stepped into the shower stall moments later and dunked my head under the spray of water, feeling it coat my bald head and drip down my chest and back. I love having a shower, it's so relaxing. It was then that I remembered I hadn't grabbed a towel from the closet and called out to you, hoping you'd hear me. "Bel? Can you grab me a towel please, honey?" I yelled out as I reached for the soap and began to lather up my scalp, rubbing the bar of it over my head, down my neck and across my chest. I had just started to wash under my armpits when I heard you step into the bathroom and then saw you placing a towel over the hook attached to the wall. I smiled through the steam of the glass door as you stood there watching me, your arms folded across your perfect breasts. "Are you enjoying the show?" I asked you, sarcastically. "Oh yes, very much. You could always tease me by gyrating your hips around a little though," you said as you grinned at me, quickly removing your clothes and dropping them to the floor before stepping into the shower alongside me. "Babydoll, what are you doing?" I asked you in surprise. "I'll wash your back if you'd like," you answered, smiling at me. Your smile just melted me. You had a way of looking at me that made me feel as though I was the most beautiful man in the world, and that just drove me crazy. It was so sensual and sweet, yet tinged with a hint of innocence. And trust me; Bel wasn't an innocent, at least, not in the way of her demeanour. She wasn't a slut and she didn't parade herself around like one either, but when it came to her and I, she was a damn vixen and it makes me crazy to think about it. "I thought you were going to make breakfast?" I asked you with a sly grin. "I was... I am," you grinned back at me, sliding your hands around my back and pulling me against your naked body. Your hands moved down to cup my arse and caress my flesh as those sensual lips pressed to my mouth for a deep kiss. I love the way you taste, I love how you gently penetrate my mouth with your tongue and swirl it around inside. It's so sexy the way you do that. I moaned at you, curling my right arm around you tightly as my left hand gripped into your hair, pulling your head back. I groaned deeply as my eyes shifted over your exposed neck and breasts, feasting on your milky skin until I pushed my head down to your neck and nuzzled my face into it. "Mmmmmm baby, that feels so good," you whispered hoarsely to me. "I know what would feel even better, sweetheart," I said to you, but I didn't want this to start in the shower, as much as I would have loved to push you against the wall, spread those thighs out wide and ram my cock inside you. My eyes drifted upwards to stare into your beautiful blue orbs as I whispered softly, "Come on baby, not now. We have plenty of time for this later." You grumbled at me and dropped your chin down, pouting with those sexy full lips of hers. "Fine. I guess I could always find someone else to play with me in the shower. Perhaps someone more... willing." I chuckled at the banter, amused at your attempt at making me bite. But I knew better and gently pushed you out of the shower with a loving smile and went back to washing myself. I saw you step out of the shower and grab my towel to dry yourself off. Your long blonde hair had become slightly damp so you towelled it for a few minutes, drying the ends. You quickly dressed yourself and then walked off to the kitchen, leaving me alone to pray you wouldn't overcook my eggs as revenge. It only took me 10 minutes to wash and dry myself, and by the time I had dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, you had breakfast sitting on the dining table waiting for me. I noticed you hadn't touched your food yet, and as I stepped closer towards the table, you looked up at me with a smile as you patted the chair next to you. "Come on baby, it's getting cold," you said, lovingly. I walked over and sat beside you, taking the knife and fork into my hands to devour the feast before me. A plate full of fried eggs, bacon, tomato, hash browns and a tall glass of milk was laid out in front of me. Fuck, you know how to look after me. I love you for that. As we ate together, at some point during the meal, I felt your hand come to grip my thigh and squeeze it gently. Your softly spoken words shot a bolt of electricity through my whole being. "I love you Brad, very much," you whispered to me, keeping your head pointed down towards the table as you gulped another mouthful of food. I swallowed what was in my mouth quickly, before responding, "I love you too, babydoll." I smiled at you, my eyes drifting over the contours of your pretty face. You had a classic face; one that would hold beauty regardless of time and age. I was a lucky guy. I had come to the end of my breakfast when I felt your hand being taken off my thigh. I watched as you waited for me to settle back in my chair, before you took the plate from in front of me, placing yours on top and walked over to the sink. I pushed my seat back and stood up tall, walking over to you for a quick peck on the cheek before I stepped into the long, narrow hallway and took my keys from atop the side table. I heard your footsteps coming towards me and opened the front door, holding it for you as you quickly ducked into our room and grabbed your bag, before stepping out and joining me in the morning sunshine. It was a perfect day outside. We could hear the birds chirping away and the sound of distant traffic, as the sun shone brightly above us. I had been looking forward to this day all week, and now it had finally arrived. You knew we were going shopping, and I had spoken to you about the plan for the day. I was going to treat you to a special shopping trip that included lunch and a nice stroll through the nearby park. Well, that was the plan anyhow; I wasn't really sure how much we'd get done if my secret plan unfolded the way I hoped it would. But of course, I had forgotten to mention that part to you, intentionally. We headed towards the car and settled into it, buckling ourselves up before I started the engine and reversed out of the driveway. I turned to look at you and smile before I shifted gears and headed towards the local shopping centre. You returned my smile, reaching out to lay your hand over my thigh and squeeze it gently. You had always been the affectionate type, and I adored that. I was the same and took great joy in feeling your hands on me at any time. I remember back to the first time we made love, you said to me that I had the most wonderful hands and that you wanted to feel them on your body at all times. I have pretty much kept that promise. I turned to you once again as we drove away from home and said, "You like putting your hand on my thigh when I'm driving, don't you babydoll?" You looked at me with warm eyes and simply said, "Of course I do. Why? Does it arouse you, sweetheart? Perhaps you'd prefer it on your cock?" I saw the wickedness in your glance as you stared at me for a moment, enjoying my time with you. I couldn't help but respond in kind. "Is that supposed to be a rhetorical question? I asked cheekily, "or perhaps you'd prefer my fingers wedged between YOUR thighs?" "No dear, a rhetorical question would involve me asking you if you wanted to feel my mouth on your cock whilst we're stopped at traffic lights," you responded with a sarcastic tone in your voice. We just looked at each other and burst into laughter, remembering the time when you actually DID suck me off at a set of lights and a truck came to stop next to us. It was an eventful time where I had informed you of our uninvited guest and you had simply shrugged your shoulders and continued to swallow my entire cock until I filled your mouth with my cum. God, those are the times that are so exciting for me. When we're not afraid to show our affection for each other, or when we don't care who is looking or where we are when we engage in any form of sexual innuendo. As we drove the short distance to the local mall, you relaxed into your seat and peered across the landscape, taking in the lush grass that had grown over the past weeks due to the much-needed rainfall. Many had suffered from the drought that had been drying out everything over the past 3 years or so, and thankfully the past few months had brought a flood of water to the landscape. Gardens and parks were now on their way back to becoming beautiful again, and it was lovely to see. Within 15 minutes, we had reached our destination, and I luckily found a parking spot close to the front entrance, to which I quickly manoeuvred the car into. I saw you clutching your bag and flinging it over your shoulder as you leaned over and stepped out of the car, closing your door behind you, and I followed suit soon after. You walked over to me with your arm outstretched and I took your hand in mine as we walked towards the large glass doors together. Making our way through the busy centre, I took the lead and headed toward the main food court, where a novelty of shops encased the floor surrounding it. I knew that your favourite lingerie shop was nearby, and just when I felt your hand squeeze mine in anticipation at the thought of going inside, I bypassed the store and continued on toward the large clothing boutique we had gone to once before. I heard a grumble escape your lips and lightly chuckled at your disappointment, turning my head to wink at you as I whispered, "Honey, we'll have time to come back later." You looked up at me and smiled, satisfied with my answer and as we stepped inside the brightly lit boutique, I waltzed along the laminated path towards the 'Female Range' of clothing with you following beside me. Just then, I felt your breath on my neck as we stopped for a moment. "Are you going to spend a shitload of money on me honey, or is this going to be one of your tease treats?" you asked me cheekily. I heard the sarcasm in your voice, and with a swift smack across your rump, I felt the sting on my palm as I rubbed it over your soft flesh. I heard you gasp at the smack, but it only made me chuckle again as I pulled you along further until we reached the section of night wear. No, I don't mean night wear as in pyjamas; I mean the type of clothing a woman would wear when she's going out dancing or to dinner. The sexy outfits that fit snugly to a woman's curves and accentuate her body can do wonders for the male sex, and these types of clothes would fit Bel's figure perfectly. I sensed the excitement in you as you slid your hand from mine and shuffled quickly over to a rack filled with specials. It consisted of a range of skirts, pants, blouses and dresses that were marked down up to 50%. Bel always went for the specials first and I sometimes pick on her by calling her a tightarse, saying that she doesn't like spending a lot of money on things. But, in her defence, I can see why she would prefer to spend money on things that are more important to her. "Hon, I just want to check out this rack first and then we'll go wherever you want to, ok?" you smiled to me as you pulled me towards the rack of clothes you had her eyes on. I just nodded at you and followed without saying a word, as a good man should when taking their woman shopping. I had learnt long ago, that if you're going to give in to a woman and take her out shopping, then shut up and just nod your head at whatever she tells you. That way, you can't get yelled at. "Actually, I might go look around myself, baby. I want to see what's around. I'll be back soon though. Love you, gorgeous." I said to you softly, moving up behind you to plant a gentle kiss on your neck before I walked off in another direction. My plan all along was to get her here, and find a few items that I wanted her to try on for me. The catch was that I'd be in the changing room along with her as she tried every item on and I could watch her strip for me over and over again. Ingenious, is it not? "No problem, babe," you said as I began to walk off, then I heard your voice raise a little as you added, "oh, and if you get lost, just call out. I know how unfamiliar these places are to you," you said as you threw me a cheeky smirk. I love your sarcasm. I turned around to you and pulled a face, poking my tongue out like a child before stepping back onto the marked path and following it around until I came across another section. I could see the top of your head over the racks of clothes and grinned to myself. I couldn't wait to get you into that changing room and see you try on some things for me. It's always been a fantasy of mine to fuck my woman in a changing room, so I was hoping you would be up for it. I was sure I could bring you around if you were in any way apprehensive. I seem to have that affect on you. Taking a deep breath, I looked around the large store and inspected the first few racks that surrounded me, grunting softly at the lack of walking space. I'm still not sure as to why these fools insist on overfilling a store with merchandise, but forget that people need room to move around and look at it all. Shrugging my shoulders, I reached out and grabbed at a lovely dress that caught my eye. It was the colour of sun flowers, with specks of orange through it, looking as though it had been splashed on there with a fine paint brush. The straps were quite thin and it fanned out into a wide skirt that would sit just above the knees. The thing that stole my attention though, was the fitted top half of the dress as it bunched up around the chest. I could just imagine Bel's breasts fitting snugly into something like this. I looked at the price tag and nodded, then swung it over my forearm and continued to search through the remaining clothing items. My eyes came across a sexy outfit, some type of lingerie I thought it was but couldn't be sure as it was scrunched up in between a messy hoard of clothes. The part that caught my eye was the colour. It peered out at me as I darted my eyes over the many hangers, and when I pulled it off the rack, I saw that it was indeed lingerie. It was stunning. Hanging down from the wooden hanger was a full 3 piece lingerie set, complete with garter belt and stockings. I swear I could feel my cock twitch at that moment. Changing Room Ch. 02 The colour was a deep red, and could have been mistaken for a blood red. A fine line of transparent lace outlined the brassiere and panties perfectly. The bra had thin, long straps that ran into a sensual pool of lace which would cover the top half of a woman's breasts, ultimately accentuating her cleavage. As I took a closer look at the panties, I noticed that the lace surrounding them would line the groin and lower belly and more importantly, they were a bikini cut, which is my ultimate favourite when it comes to women's panties. I started having wicked images of Bel walking around in this thing for me, perhaps doing a strip tease as she had me tied to a chair or to the bed. Fuck, I couldn't wait to see her in this. I didn't even care about the price, I just threw it over the dress that was draped over my forearm and flicked through the remaining clothes on the rack to find something else. Meanwhile, as I was busy searching for more stuff, a staff member came over to me and asked if I needed any assistance. She was a pretty looking lady, likely around 40-45 years old, immaculately dressed in a 2 piece grey suit and a white blouse that sat loosely across her chest. Her shoes were black and heeled, and she just happened to have a streak of orange through her hair, which I suppose is the fashion these days, yet for some reason I found it off-putting. "Hello Sir, can I help you with something?" she asked me in a monotonic voice. I was sure she was tired of asking the same thing over and over, but she smiled at me regardless and seemed nice enough. I looked at her and returned her smile. "No thank you, Ma'am. I'm just browsing at the moment." It was then that I eyed another item which caught my attention. It was another dress, but this one was a brown colour, similar to the shade of tree bark. It had a low cut back and a V neck, along with thin straps and a flared skirt. It was quite lovely, so I grabbed the hanger and flung it over my arm, forgetting to check the price of it. "No problem. If you need any assistance, just ask," she said as she smiled at me and walked away gingerly. "Yes, Ma'am, thank you." I responded quietly, watching her walk off. Not long after the saleslady left my side, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and the faint hint of warm air blowing ever so softly across the back of my neck. I turned my head around to stare into the beautiful eyes of my girl and leaned down to kiss your cheek. You smiled at me and squeezed me tighter. "Are you doing ok, babydoll? Did you find anything you like?" I asked you with a curious raise of my brow. "Yup. I found a few things honey, what about you?" you replied, a gorgeous smile spreading across your full lips. I pulled away from your hug and turned around to face you, a grin appearing on my face as I raised my arm and showed you the 3 garments draped over it. Your eyes beamed at me, obviously impressed with my taste in female clothing and grabbed my hand to pull me towards the changing rooms. "Hey, wait a minute, baby. Where are the clothes you picked out?" I asked you curiously. "Oh, I already handed them over to the lady in the changing rooms, she is holding them for me," you said excitedly. I grinned at your blatant exhilaration and followed you eagerly to the dressing rooms. We stopped short at a large desk where an older lady was ready to hand over the clothes for you to try on, and also handed you a small plastic card with a number on it. I leaned in to your ear and asked what it was, but the saleslady beat me to the punch and explained that it was to verify how many items of clothing you were taking into the room with you. "I have 3 items here, Ma'am." I confessed to the saleslady, smiling. She returned my smile, her yellow-stained teeth peeking out from a pair of thin, coated lips as she handed me another plastic card with the number '3' on it. After taking it from her, I followed you into the farthest dressing room and quickly ran ahead of you. I had known the rooms were big enough for the both of us, and then some. I had previously wandered around the mall earlier in the week after work to find the best place to live out my fantasy. And this store was definitely the right place. "Hey! No running in the store please, Sir!" you exclaimed cheekily as you nudged me in the back gently. It didn't slow you down any though, and within moments, you had followed me into the dressing room I had snuck into. I was already seated on the long, wooden bench that was nailed to the lower part of the wall, and as you stepped inside and closed the door behind you, you stared at me like a teacher would at her student and I just chuckled. "Oh baby, you have the biggest grin on your face. You're just dying to see me try this stuff on aren't you?" you chuckled along with me. I didn't say a word; I simply nodded slowly and reached out my hands to you. I had already put my garments down onto the bench next to me, and as you stepped closer, I pulled you onto my lap and kissed you deeply whilst hearing the pile of your clothes fall at your feet. You fell into my arms as your body relaxed against me, the tip of your tongue pushing between my lips as we kissed. I held you tight to me as your hands moved over my back and down to cup the cheeks of my arse when I heard you groan against my lips once I deepened our kiss. You felt so damn good. "Mmmmm baby, you taste so sweet. I love kissing you, Bel," I whispered hoarsely to you as I pulled my lips from yours, smiling into your eyes. "Nearly as sweet as you, my love," you whispered back, before pulling away from me and stepping back as you said, "and I want to try on these clothes, or I'll get too busy kissing you and want to fuck your brains out," you grinned at me. I knew you would give in eventually, but I guess I did come here for a purpose, so I slowly eased myself back against the wall and folded my arms over my chest, waiting for the 'show' to begin. You bent down to lift up the heap of clothes on the floor in front of me, and then threw them at my chest before my arms could reach out and catch them. I felt some of them slide down my legs and back onto the floor as I heard you chuckle at me. "Not really quick are you, country boy?" you snarled in laughter. "Ha ha fucking ha!" I responded to you, then reminded you of our purpose when I sarcastically said, "Baby, do you want to try on these clothes or would you like to fuck around for a couple of hours?" I smirked. You're so cute when I tease you like that. As you looked upon the range of clothing you had picked out, I noticed that you couldn't choose which one to try on first, so I made a suggestion. It was far easier then waiting for you to decide, and we both knew there was a stack of clothes for you to go through. "Honey, why don't you try this one on first?" I offered, as I held up the sunflower dress. "Oh, ok!" you said excitedly and took it from my grasp. I crossed my arms over my chest again as I settled back against the wall and watched you. This was what I had been waiting for; this moment. You hung the dress over the hook on the wall and turned your back to me, reaching behind you to remove your clothes and drop them at your feet. I gathered you were too excited to pick them up and fold them neatly, but I wasn't about to complain. My eyes never left you as your fingers worked hastily at the clasp of your bra, freeing the small mounds of titflesh against your chest. Then moving my gaze downward, I waited impatiently for your panties to slide over those slender, milky thighs, and I couldn't help but glance at the droplet of moisture that had formed in the crotch of the lacy black material. You turned around to wink at me, knowing well enough that I had witnessed the stain in your panties, and I smiled at you, growling low in my throat. "I'm not THAT much of a country boy to think a woman needs to shed her panties to try on a dress, baby. So I'll just assume you're doing it to tease the shit out of me and we'll leave it at that," I grinned wickedly. I knew exactly what your game was. You are the biggest tease I had ever known, and you also knew that I would love every damn second of it. Fuck, she was so beautiful standing there naked before me. It took every bit of self control I had not to jump her bones right then. "Just trying to keep you on your toes, dear," you replied cheekily. I pulled a face at you as you spun back around to face the door, reaching to the wall to remove the dress from its hanger and hang it up high above your head. I watched carefully as you slid your arms through the thin straps and let the delicate material softly cascade down your body, covering your nakedness with every passing second. Within no time, the dress was fitted snugly to your curves, and I was relishing the view of your narrow hips and toned calves. I couldn't wait for you to turn around and show me the front. "So, what do you think, baby?" you asked as you turned to face me. I growled low in my throat, staring at your beautiful body with emerald eyes as they darted over every inch of you. The swell of your breasts took my breath away, I loved the way the dress gave them volume as it tightened across your chest, and it was obvious you didn't need to wear a bra with it. I could feel myself getting harder as my cock began to push against the fabric of my jeans, and as I shifted on the bench, I glanced down to those slender legs of yours. "Oh sweetheart, you look good enough to eat. You are SO gorgeous Bel. God baby, so fucking gorgeous," I said to you with an exasperated growl. "I guess I have your approval then," you smiled at me with a cheeky gleam in your eyes. Before I could say another word, the dress was falling at your feet and as I watched you step out of it and look to the floor for another garment, I reached down to adjust the straining pressure at my crotch. It was becoming far too uncomfortable for me to wear these jeans now, and I could feel my cock swelling with every passing minute. I was aching to see you wear the lingerie outfit I had picked out so I grabbed it and offered it to you with a whistle to catch your attention. "Baby, put this on for me," I hissed at you sexily. You spun around to grin at me, eyeing the flimsy material and stepped towards me to take it from my grasp. Our eyes locked together, staring deeply into one another's as you stood only inches from me and proceeded to remove the bra and panties from the hanger. "Such a talented girl, aren't you, babydoll? You don't even have to look at what you're doing." You smiled at me seductively, in that sexy little way you have that drives me fucking nuts! I reached out to take back the hanger from you, adjusting my eyes to gaze over the sheer thigh-high stockings that were still attached as you began to slide the panties up over your slender legs. First poking your right foot inside and then the left, you dragged the small cloth of material over those luscious thighs and snapped the waistband into place across your hips. I took in the sight of you, drowning in your beauty as you stood in front of me with your naked breasts on show. Not many moments passed before I was then watching the bra straps slide atop your shoulders and your fingers working hastily to clasp it together at your back. "You like baby?" you whispered to me sexily, placing your hands on your hips and twirling your top half from side to side, showing off for me. I was in awe and I couldn't speak just yet as I looked at you. My eyes moved over every inch of your milky skin and I heard the faint sigh of approval in my throat. You were so beautiful; I couldn't take my eyes away from you. "Oh yes, my darling. You look amazing. Now turn around so I can see that perfect ass of yours." I watched closely as you spun around to face the door, leaning forward so my elbows rested on my knees and my hands were cupping my face. I needed a closer inspection of this magnificent species of woman. You turned your face over your shoulder to smile at me, your hands still cupping the curve of your hips as I drifted my eyes down to the swell of your ass. I knew you had always said it was a flat ass, and that you wished you had more volume to it, but to me it was a thing of beauty. My chin dropped to the ground then as I saw you bend forward and spread your feet wide apart to reach down and touch your toes. Such a little minx you are. I could see the panties becoming damp as you poked your rump upwards, aiming it at the ceiling for me. I growled low in my throat and hissed at you, loving this game you were playing and quite amused in a way that things were going better than I had hoped. This was part of my plan after all, to seduce you into fucking me inside a dressing room, but instead, I think it was you who was seducing me. Changing Room Ch. 03 Perhaps a word of warning; this chapter contains explicit language that may offend some people, including the pretence of rape. * Bent over before me in a skimpy pair of red, lacy panties and matching bra with your fingers curled around your ankles, I continued to stare at you with fire in my eyes as they drifted over your scantily-clad form. You adore how I look at you this way and the obvious way in which I shuffled in my seat just made you all the more eager to tease me. As you raised yourself up and turned around to face me, I couldn't help but shift my eyes over your hardened nipples as they protruded through the lace of your bra, and I was sure you could hear the sharp intake of breath as my mind ran through a hoard of dirty ideas. "You are such a hot lil bitch, you know that, Baby?" I hissed at you, my voice trembling with desire and need as I slid myself to the edge of the bench, wetting my lips with the tip of my tongue. I reached out to offer you the hanger once again as the pair of sheer black stockings hung from the wooden frame. Yet, instead of taking it from my grasp, you moved closer towards me and stopped short just before me, smiling into my eyes as you proceeded to unclasp the bra and drop it on the floor. I watched it fall down before raising my gaze up to you, confused as to what you were up to now. "Take them off yourself, Baby. I want you to put them on me," you said with the most seductive grin I think I have ever seen on your beautiful face. I was lost for words, yet my reaction was blatant as I dropped quickly to my knees at your feet and carefully removed the first stocking from the hanger. My fingers were shaking slightly from the anxiety I was feeling, but I managed to roll the stocking up into a ball just as I felt your hands come to my shoulders and your right foot lift up to my chest. I smiled up into your eyes before I looked back down to push the stocking over your toes, then pulled it cautiously up the slenderness of your calf. "Ahhh, you've been paying attention I see. Nice work, Baby," you whispered. I simply nodded at you as I concentrated on sliding the silky material up over your thigh as it stretched to full length over your leg. I then grabbed the other stocking and stretched it enough to cover your left leg. I sat there, on my knees for a few moments to look you over, sighing satisfactorily at the beauty before me. I was so flushed with desire as my eyes drew over every inch of your body, and I felt my cock about to burst as images of me bending you over the bench and holding your head down as I rammed my cock into you flooded my brain. "Baby, can I try on the other dress you looked at now? Or would you prefer to stay there on your knees with your tongue hanging out like a thirsty puppy?" I heard you say to me. "N—No... I just... oh wow, Bel. You look so fucking hot, honey. Fuck, I'm so hard right now," I hissed, drawing my eyes over your naked breasts and exposed belly. My hands came to the lower part of your legs before they slowly dragged upwards over your thighs, feeling the sheer stockings covering your creamy skin. My fingers tingled as they caressed you softly, my hands sliding around to the backs of your legs and pulling your body towards me. I pushed my face into your crotch to inhale your scent and moan against your panty-covered pussy, as I felt one of your hands come to the top of my head, caressing the skin of my scalp as you moaned from deep in your throat. Mumbling between kisses over the damp crotch of your panties, I spoke to you, "God Bel, I need you. You smell so hot, so horny. I can feel how wet you are, Baby." It was then that I looked up and saw the door hadn't been locked, so I quickly moved towards it and turned the handle to lock us inside. I moved back to you and fell onto my knees once again, smiling up at you as you looked at me with pure lust in your eyes. "Mmmmmm, Brad. I need you too! I want you so much right now," you whispered at me, and I felt your right thigh rise up and hook itself over my shoulder, shoving your cunt back into my face. I pulled back my face from your crotch and stood up quickly, feeling your leg slide off me before I grabbed at you and pulled you into my arms. Bruising your lips as I crushed your mouth with a hungry kiss, your hands mauled at me, sliding over my hips and squeezing the soft flesh of my arse as you ground your body against me. There was nothing tender in my kiss, it was savage and hungry and fierce, and I was going to rape your lips before I raped your body. You could sense the need in me and it was then that you realised this was my plan all along. It was at that time that I could feel your hands clawing at my t-shirt and yanking it away from my body, tearing at the cotton material until it tore away from my skin and fell to the floor in tatters. My hands wrapped tightly around your waist to pull you harder against me, crushing your tits to my bare chest before I slid a hand into your hair and yanked your head backwards. I heard the grunt escape from your throat, followed by a guttural moan as you felt my teeth sink into the flesh of your collarbone. "I think my girl wants a nice hard fucking. Doesn't she, baby?" I hissed at you, controlling my voice as best I could. "Yes! Oh Brad, I need you. I need you to fuck me, right here, right now. Just take me! Fuck, I don't care who hears us, I don't care about anything except to feel your cock inside me," you moaned back at me. Hearing those words from your lips only made me want you even more. So without hesitating, I kissed you once again and slid my tongue between your lips to taste you. Moaning together as we ravaged one another's mouths, I breathed out against your lips with the smell of your cunt filling my nostrils. "Wrap your fucking legs around me, babydoll. I'm going to take you on a ride you won't ever forget," I said hoarsely, my voice thick with desire. That was the moment I felt you jump into my arms and wrap your legs around me, locking your ankles together at my lower back. My hands moved down to cup the cheeks of your ass and hold you tightly against me, pulling my mouth away from yours to slide my tongue down over your chin and to the crook of your neck. I was going crazy with lust now, and I needed to be inside you. Pushing you against the nearest wall as I felt your crotch grind against the bulge in my jeans, I looked deep into your eyes and stared at you. I knew what was running through your mind; the combination of lust and desire mixed with the fear of being caught and the exciting possibility of it. "I know how you think, babydoll. I know how you feel, I know how you taste, I know how you look, and I sure as hell know how you fuck. And right now, you're going to show me how good of a fuck you are. Get on your knees and suck me off," I growled at you, my voice becoming dominant as the animalistic nature in me took over. You didn't even hesitate as you slid down the wall and fell to your knees, just as I stepped back to give you enough room to settle at my feet. I peered down at you with a devilish grin as my tongue slid out between my lips to lick over them, anticipating your first move. My heart was beating was so fast, I could feel it thumping in my chest and the moment I felt your fingers fumbling at my zipper to slide it down, I groaned deeply and closed my eyes. "Is this what you want? You want me my mouth swallowing this hard cock, baby?" you whispered seductively to me. "Yes, my little slut. Suck me, Bel. I need to feel your mouth on me, my dirty lil bitch. Suck me!" I growled at you once again, rocking my hips forward in order to beckon you. Your hands came to the waist of my jeans and shoved them down my legs until I lifted each leg so you could pull them off me. I stood there naked before you, not having worn any underwear before we left home so I could easily take you once the moment arose, and now, here with you, I was glad I had made such a choice. "I said suck me. Don't make me wait, my sweet whore, or you'll regret it," I teased you, wanting you desperate enough to swallow every inch of my throbbing cock down your throat. I wanted to see you gag on it, I wanted to shove myself into you so deep and so hard that you would beg me to stop. I was so consumed with lust for you that I couldn't help myself. I needed you to want this as much as I did. "Be patient, baby. You know what they say, all good things come to those ---" you began to say, but I stopped you short as my hand moved down to grip into your hair and pull it roughly. "Fuck what they say, just be my lil slut and suck this fat cock! Spit on it, gag on it, fucking suck me till I beg YOU to stop!" I spat at you, venomously. You cursed at me through an evil grin, I could see the hunger in your eyes and I knew you loved it when I spoke to you like this during our explosive sex sessions. Instead of striking out at me, as I imagine some women would after being spoken to like this, you merely flicked your tongue out over your lower lip before pushing your face into my crotch and taking me into your mouth. I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me instantly as you swallowed every inch in one, full stroke, not caring if it made you choke on it. It was incredible, the sensations of your warm, wet mouth dragging down the full length of my pole and when you wrapped your slender fingers around the thick base of my cock, I grunted at you and tightened my hold in your hair, pulling your face further against me to take me deeper again. I could even hear you trying to fight for breath as I quickly began to fuck your face, thrusting my hips back and forth against you, my fingers staying tight as my hand locked in your silky hair. "Ahhh fuck yeah. That's the way, baby. Work your mouth on my cock, suck me harder, Bel. Mmmm fuck, honey, that feels so good!" I moaned to you, gripping the back of your head with my other hand as I forced my cock down your throat. I felt the smoothness of your tongue as it slid along the underside of my cock, working in rhythm with your lips as you sucked me harder, my hips gyrating above you. Through muffled groans that vibrated around my throbbing flesh, I had no choice but to drop my head and moan out my pleasure, the muscles of my ass tensing with each forward elevation of my hips as they pushed forward, over and over again, forcing more of my cock inside you. I couldn't take much more of it though and I was so incredibly aroused that I needed to be inside your sweet cunt. "Stand up, now!" I growled at you, grabbing both your arms and pulling you up against the wall. I stared into your eyes deeply as I saw the blatant look of desire in them before I hissed at you, "I have to be inside you, baby. I need to fuck you. Turn around and face the wall you little slut!" I slid my hands over the flesh of your ass before you spun around to face the wall and poked your ass out towards me before I dropped my right hand between your thighs and pulled the gusset of the panties aside. I leaned back to look down at the wet folds of your pussy and the puckered star of your asshole before I slid my fingers through your wet labia, feeling how soaking wet you were for me. A rush of air filled your lungs as you moaned deeply at my touch, bucking your hips back and forth against my fingers as I worked them inside of you for a few moments. "You like that, you hot little bitch? Huh? You like feeling my fingers in your cunt, fucking you like a whore?" I asked you hoarsely. But when I didn't hear a response from you, other than a faint sigh and a deep moan from deep within your chest, I forced a third finger into your tight fuckhole and hissed at your ear, "answer me!" "Yes! Oh God, baby, fuck me now or I'll cum all over your fucking fingers!" your voice was thick and hung in the air like molten lava. I loved teasing you like this, taunting you until I made you beg for it. I was so turned on at that moment that I couldn't wait any longer, and without holding back another second, I pulled my fingers out of your sopping cunt and shoved my steel rod all the way up inside you, thrusting my hips forward to sink my cock balls-deep into your snatch. I felt the shudder of your body and the gasp from your throat as you would have felt the pain from the intrusion, but I didn't care. All I wanted was your body, to use and abuse and rape for my pleasure. I was so overwhelmed with need and desire that I was going to have you, any way I wanted to. "Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a whore? You want to feel my cock buried in your hot little cunt till you can't take it anymore?" I spat at you, my teeth sinking into your neck as I dropped my hands to your hips and began to violently thrust inside your body, in and out, in and out, driving myself deeper with each plunge. "Ride my cock, Bel. Show me how much of a dirty lil whore you can be!" Gorging your pussy onto me as I rocked my hips back and forth and then rolled them around in a rapid movement, you could do nothing but push your hands against the wall in front of you and ride my cock as I pushed myself into your cunt. I can feel your inner walls squeezing me tight as you drew me into your depths, hearing the squishing sounds of our fucking as your pussy began to coat the full length of my cock. I felt it drip down over my balls, feeling the weight of them slap against your ass with each thrust. "That's the way baby, ride my hard cock, fuck me like the little slut you are. Show me how you work that cunt of yours. Ride me Bel, ride your man!" I growled at your ear as my chin dropped over your right shoulder and your head dropped back onto my right side. You could feel my fingers searching around your cunt, coating it with your juices as I pushed two of them up inside you, stretching your pussy wide open to slide them along my length. I took a step backwards and pressed my right hand to your lower back, pushing down onto you so that your body dropped forward enough for me to see the puckered hole of your ass. "I'm going to shove these fingers in your tight ass, Bel, and you're gonna love it you hot bitch. Now lift that ass up higher," I said to you, watching as your feet spread apart and you obeyed my command without disruption. "That's the way, baby. Such a good lil slut you are," I hissed at you, sliding my fingers out of your sopping cunt slowly, and then moving my hand around between our bodies, searching for the little star of your asshole. "You're such a nasty fucker! Finger my ass, baby, make me scream! Oh fuck Brad, I'm going to cum soon!" you belted out to me, your voice was croaky now as the pleasure was washing over you. I knew it wouldn't take very long for you to explode all over my cock. "Then cum. Cum all over my cock as I pound your cunt and finger your ass! Cum for me, my sweet little whore." "Oh God!" you yelped, feeling the brutally of my thrusts as I jammed every inch of my hard, throbbing meat inside you. You arched your back as I teased your asshole with two fingers, lightly rubbing the tip of your tiny hole before I straightened them and pushed both digits into you. I felt the shudder of your body as the long, thick digits penetrated your tight passage and began to slide out again, only leaving the tips inside you. Once I felt your body relax to the intrusion, I shoved them back inside you again to work up a steady rhythm, fucking you in time with my pistoning cock. "Oh Brad.... Oh fucking hell.... Now, honey! I'm gonna cum!! Fuck me.... Fuck me!!!" you yelled loudly. Grunting low in my throat, your words spurring me on, I started raping your ass with my fingers as I drove them in and out of your body, feeling them moving alongside my cock as it too thrusted deeper into your sopping cunt. "Mmmmmm fuck yeah. I can feel you cumming on my cock, slut. Harder, baby... cum harder for me!" I bellowed out at you, the sweat dripping down my forehead and dripping onto your back as I worked myself into a frenzy, giving you exactly what you needed; a thorough fucking. As your orgasm takes over and explodes from inside your whole being, my cock twitches and feels the tight spasms of your cunt around it. My fingers were being squeezed in response to your asshole tightening around them throughout your climax, so I pushed them into you harder and deeper. Working them into you as your body shudders and writhes below me, forcing your ass back against me to take me deeper; you take me harder inside you.. "Oh fuck Bel. You're soaking my cock baby, I can feel you cumming all over it! Oh fuck yes! Yes baby! That's it... fucking cum all over me!" My hand automatically drags into your hair to yank your head towards me as I lean over your back and hiss at your ear. Our bodies now moved together in a heated, passionate dance as my balls slap beneath you with every violent thrust of my cock, pounding away at you as I used your body for my pleasure. I smeared my lips over your cheek before stealing your lips for a hard kiss, penetrating your mouth with my persistent tongue as I lapped at you hungrily. "Ohhhhhhh... Brrraaaaadddd... oh my God..." you screamed against my lips as you continued to climax. I could feel your pussy quivering and it only served to bring on my own release as you groaned out my name. The tingling in my balls as they tightened up and readied themselves to release all of this pent-up pressure began to surge through me. I was going to shoot a gallon of cum inside your body and I knew we were being listened to by outsiders, but at that moment, I didn't fucking care. Tearing my mouth away from yours, I screamed out at you, "oh Bel, oh baby, I'm gonna cum... You filthy lil slut... You're sweet cunt is making me cum.. Ahhhhhh take it... Take it all you hot lil bitch... MY hot lil bitch... Take it... Uhhhhhhhh... fuckkkk!" Then it happened, I felt the first spurt of hot liquid escape from the tiny slit of my dick and shoot deep inside your womb, splashing against your cervix as I pushed myself all the way inside you and held steady. The head of my cock twitching and throbbing at the moment I spent myself into your cunt, feeling it squeeze around me as you worked your inner muscles, milking every drop from my balls. "Oh yes! Fucking cum inside me, baby... that's it... cum for your lil slut, fill me up Brad!" I needed no other encouragement as your words hit me like a tonne of bricks. I loved it when you begged for my cum, and that sexy, hoarse tone of your voice sent shivers down my spine as I continued to shoot inside you, feeling jet after jet of white lava spill into you. My fist was clenching firmly in your hair as I watched you buck back and forth over my cock, riding me for everything I had until I was completely spent and my balls had emptied every last drop of thick cum inside your body. I heard you moan then, feeling the spasms of your body begin to subside as we both worked on regaining our breaths and bathing in the aftermath of such incredible lovemaking. I slowly pulled myself out of you and felt you slump against the wall, pressing your breasts to it and breathing heavily. Your hair was slightly matted with sweat and I could see the ends of it glued to your skin. "Mmmmmmm fuck baby that was incredible. God I love you so much, Bel," I whispered to you, my breath raspy and hoarse. I heard you utter a few words beneath your breath, but didn't quite grasp what you were saying, so I just latched onto you and held you close to me before turning you around to face me, feeling my cock slip from inside you. Your arms haphazardly curled around my shoulders as I leaned into you for a breathless kiss, tasting you on my tongue as you began to respond to me, working your own tongue into my mouth. I heard you moan to me, as your hard nipples pierced my chest and you fell further into my arms. Changing Room Ch. 04 Perhaps a word of warning; this chapter contains explicit language that may offend some people, including the pretence of rape. * I saw the gasp upon your lips just before I delved into the warm, wetness of your crotch and lapped at your open slit. Feeling the soft folds of your pussylips press against my cheeks whilst my tongue and mouth devoured the cum from deep inside your body. I felt your hands come to my head the moment you felt my tongue dart into your warm snatch, licking my sticky cum that dribbled out of you. I knew you would be surprised at this, watching me eat my own cum from your pussy, but I was so turned on by the whole moment, I just had to eat you. Your head drew back against the wall as you moaned out in ecstasy, your fingers kneading my scalp as I continued to penetrate you with my insistent tongue. I took your right leg and slid my hand along the stocking that covered your flesh, bringing your thigh over my left shoulder as my face buried itself between your silky thighs. "Ohhhh fuck yes baby! That's it, eat my cunt. Mmmmmm yeah, fuck me with your tongue, fuck me baby!" I heard you growl at me, your voice dropping an octave. Your body began to writhe and buck against my face, pushing your cunt harder against me as I tried to fight for air, but it didn't stop you. Then as you felt the tip of my tongue pull out of you and drag over your swollen, hard clit, I felt your body tense up immediately, and then heard the faint drawl of a sigh before your fingernails scratched down my neck and across my shoulder blades. With every moan, with every groan and grunt, with every sigh that escaped your lips, I continued to ravish your sweet little pussy. My lips and tongue working in unison to bring you off again, wanting to feel your cunt tighten around my tongue as I fucked you with it, forcing another climax from your body as you writhed above me. I could taste myself on you, the warm cream escaping your tight channel as it dribbled onto my tongue. I was surprised that it didn't taste so bad, especially mingled with the taste of your cum, but it wasn't enough for me. "Fuck my face, baby. I want you to cum again, my lil slut. Ride my face, Bel. Come on, fucking shove your cunt in my face!" I hissed at you. My eyes were blazing, staring up at your face as my hands grabbed your thighs and slid around the back to cup the cheeks of your ass. I felt the muscles tense within my palms as I squeezed the soft flesh, and as I picked up pace in my ravishment of your sweet lil pussy, I forced a couple of fingers up inside you without notice. Pushing them in deep and hard as my tongue slashed across your sensitive bud, your legs began to shake underneath you and I could feel the fight in your body as you tried to hold yourself up. I wanted you to cum quickly for me, I needed to taste it NOW so I increased the speed of my tongue over your clit and worked my fingers into your stretched hole, pushing in and pulling out, jabbing your little twat harder and deeper with every plunge of my thick digits. I could feel your body giving into it as you pushed yourself down into my face, rolling your hips and down over me as your clit grinded from my nose to my lips and then back up again. "Yeahhhhh... filthy cunt. Fuck my fingers, get yourself off you horny lil bitch. Come on, Bel, work yourself onto my face. Let me taste that sweet cum on my tongue, babydoll," I hissed at you as I pulled my face away for a breath of air. I gathered you were lost for words at this point, because all I could hear escape your full, sexy lips were cries of pleasure and a deep sigh here and there. I wanted to make you cum in record time, I wanted to feel your whole body shudder as you exploded into a mind blowing orgasm and I was bringing you close to it as I worked harder to get you off. I drew my lips over your labia and sucked each one into my mouth, pulling on them firmly before releasing them and dragging my tongue back over your clit once again. Lashing the tip of it over your hard nubbin, I relentlessly pounded into your sopping wet hole with my fingers as they drove harder and deeper into you, over and over again. And it was then that I felt the first pangs of your orgasm when your cunt twitched around my fingers and I heard that familiar sound of air lodging in your throat before a deep growl escaped your lips. "Oh fuck... oh fuck fuck... Brad, I'm cumming. Oh God don't stop... fuck me baby, fuck me... oh fuck... oh you nasty fucker... Braaaaad!" Hearing you like this had me belting my tongue across your clit and my fingers slamming into your cunt with ferocity, sending bolts of electricity through your whole being as I gave you one of the most explosive orgasms of your young life. I was grunting against your pussy, consumed by passion and greed and lust to taste every trickle of sweet nectar that began to escape from inside you. "ohhhhhhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiit! Bradddd fuck!" It was then that I felt your left leg give way as your right just slumped over my shoulder, and I quickly grabbed at your ass to hold you up so I could finish you off. I needed to give you the ultimate pleasure, I needed to give my babygirl an orgasm that would drive her insane and I wasn't about to stop halfway through. I felt the gush of juices spill into my mouth and I greedily sucked them all up as they coated my fingers and hand. But then, I heard a noise above me and looked up over your belly to see your hands spread out from you, your fingers trying to grab onto the wall for balance. I grinned wickedly as your cunt devoured my face, smearing your sweet juices all over my cheeks, my nose, my mouth... coating me in that sweet fuckjuice as I continued to greedily lap every drop. That's when I heard a banter of successive bangs and then a knock at the door. "Excuse me! You cannot do this in a public place, please unlock the door and come out of there at once!" I heard a female voice yelling from outside. I heard your sharp intake of breath and looked up at you just as your head spun to the side with eyes wide, looking towards the door. I was about to remove my face from your sweet pussy and tell you not to worry, but before I could say anything you had already turned your head forward and pressed it back against the wall. I could have chuckled, it was so fucking adorable the way you blatantly ignored the woman outside the door and began to moan even louder then before. And it didn't stop your orgasm from surging through your body before it slowly began to subside; drawing out those sexy little moans from your lips as I gently lashed at your clit and slowed the pace of my fingers inside you. Drawing them out of your body and reaching up to brush the tips across your lips, I felt your tongue poke out and lick at them, tasting yourself. I watched you intently as I eased up and stood against you, wanting to see that hot little tongue greedily lick my fingers before you sucked them into your mouth. "Mmmmmm. Baby likes the taste of her sweet cunt, doesn't she?" I whispered to you, feeling my cock begin to stir once again. "Suck your juices off my beautiful lil whore. Clean my fingers, baby." You didn't hesitate and only moaned at my words of encouragement. I felt your tongue drag down the length of each finger as you suckled on them deeper, the tips tickling the back of your tongue. "Hello?!? You need to unlock this door and remove yourself from the premises immediately!" the woman outside spoke again, her voice trembling with anger. "Listen lady, we'll be out in a minute ok? Keep your pantyhose on!" I hissed at her. "How dare you! I'm calling security!" she barked and left us with the clatter of her heels clicking along the floor as she hurried off. We stared at each other for a moment as we both heard her last words, our eyes wide in surprise before we realised we should get our stuff together and get the hell out of there. Your lips released my fingers faster than I could blink and I felt you push me away as you quickly removed the panties and dropped them to the floor. My head was darting around the room to seek out our belongings and I picked up your clothes to hand them to you. I grabbed at my jeans and jumped into them, zipping them up before reaching out to take your bag hook it over my shoulder. I kicked the lingerie across the floor onto the pile of clothes near the bench, just as you were dressing yourself, and then looked over at you. "Come on baby, quick! I don't wanna spend the night in jail!" you said with a chuckle. "Why not? It could be fun, honey!" I replied with a hint of sarcasm, laughing along with you. I dropped my chin down during our quirky banter and my eyes caught a glimpse of your right thigh, still encased in the sheer stocking. I pointed to your leg and looked up at you, but you simply waved me away with a "don't worry" type of motion so I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed your elbow before unlocking the door and peeking outside. "Ok... on the count of 3, we're going to run outside and straight out of this store. Don't stop, don't look back," I said to you with a somewhat stern tone to my voice. "Ok... let's go." I took a deep breath and looked over at the desk on the other side of the room, not seeing anyone around. So without waiting too long, I started counting down as I held your arm in my hand. "3... 2... 1... go!" We ran out of the changing room and whizzed past a mother and daughter standing in the middle of the dressing rooms. I caught a glance at the daughter who looked to be about 14 years old, and I knew she had an idea of what was going on as the look on her face was priceless. She stared at us with a look of shock, and I just chuckled as we continued running past her and into the brightly lit store. When we got to the racks of clothing in the Women's section, I slowed our pace and started walking along with you. "Baby, let's slow down now. We don't want to attract attention," I said to you softly, handing over your handbag and then watching as you draped it over your shoulder. You nodded at me and we continued to walk around the store, going the long way out to avoid running into security. Luckily, we passed one of them unnoticed just as we were reaching the exit, and once we were past the opened doors, we rushed back out into the mall and made our way over to the food court. Breathing heavily, we stopped to look at each other and burst out laughing. "Holy shit, that was close! Fuck honey, we should do this again. That was fun!" you chuckled, a cheeky grin smeared across your lips. "Give it a few months, babydoll. I'm sure that should be enough time for them to forget about us," I chuckled back at you. As we caught our breaths, I took your hand in mine and lead you over to a nice little food place on the corner of the food court. It was an Italian shop, with the smell of fresh pasta and pizza wafting through the air. I turned to look at you with a raised brow, questioning my decision to eat there and you nodded at me with a smile. I asked you what you wanted as you found a table to sit at, and I went along to order our food before joining you and waiting for our number to be called. I reached out and grabbed your hand as we sat across from each other, smiling into your blue eyes and lifting your hand up to kiss it. You sighed softly at me, watching closely as my lips pressed over the top of your hand and I started laughing again. You said nothing, and only laughed along with me as our minds played out the events of the past hour. We I remembered to make a mental note as to which clothing store to visit on our next trip!