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The Dressing Room

By: pk1729



The room was filled with sunlight. It was almost white from the décor and the morning sun streaming in from the French doors. Lara sat at the mirror of her dressing table, applying makeup and perfume, her favorite and his, Paloma. Dressed in a flowered print skirt and soft white, linen blouse, she was waiting for him.

A breeze caressed her back as the French doors opened. The curtains rustled a bit but she did not turn. She was expecting this, smiled and waited. 

Serge approached. He could see the outline of her bra through the white blouse. She had decided to be playful and the garment was a darker shade. Black? No. Pink or red maybe – yes, that's it red. The straps have a satiny shine that is evident even through the linen of her blouse.

Lara watched in the mirror but did not acknowledge his presence with more that a pleased smirk. He had dressed in black in contrast with the room. She took in his silk shirt with her eyes and anticipated its feel when it became her time to explore. But for now it was all up to him. 

He stood behind her now and gently enfolded her in his arms. His hands roamed gently over her torso and he looked not at her but into the mirror to gage her reaction. She tensed slightly and then purred softly.

He could see the scalloped shells of her bra cups encasing her breasts. The red turned the white translucent material of her blouse pink. A tiny hint of lace peered from her cleavage where she had failed to button the top two buttons of the white garment.

He inhaled her fragrance. Her hair surrounded his face and tickled his nose. He breathed her scent deep inside and then let his tongue lash not too gently at the nape of her neck and under the lobes of her ears. His teeth grazed slightly along the back of her neck and then just over her carotid artery where her blood was now rushing at a terrific pace. She exhaled deeply as she realized that she had been holding her breath from the moment he had entered the room.

Not a word had been spoken. Only the sounds of the breeze and her mounting excited mewling. She still did not tun to him. She stared at the mirror and watched his arms encase her in black silk. Her hair hid his face. He appeared to be disembodied. She felt his warmth against her back but he was still not real to her. She began to surrender to her feelings and melt more and more into the spirit of what was about to possess her.

Her gentleness gave way to some aggression as Serge took the folds of her blouse and pulled them apart, spewing buttons in all directions. The scarlet clad breasts waited for him. He weighed them and was pleased with their heft and mass. His fingers rippled over the satin trying to arouse the nipples. One jumped up quickly to tent the fabric right where it was expected. The other was off slightly to the side having shifted in the cup. It too eventually responded to his ministrations.

Lara turned to him and he fell to his knees smothering her lips as they tried to drink each other in. He painted her face with kisses, flicking his lips on her eyelids and reveling in the taste of her.

They rolled onto the plush rug and were intertwined. She clawed at his shirt and pants while he lifted her tits from the bra cups. He then kissed and sucked and even gently ran his teeth over them as she got more frantic. She looked delicious with her skirt and half-slip in total dissarry. 

"Naughty girl", he thought. "You knew I would be here so you wore stockings and garter belt" He took in the sight, took time to admire her sprawled on the floor with a wicked grin on her face. Black stockings and garter straps ran up beneath the loose legs of 'tap style' panties that were a perfect match to her bra. A black half-slip was bunched around her upper thighs. She knew what she had done to him and also knew how she was to be rewarded. Every bit of body language screamed, "come on and do it to all of me"

She had managed to pull his shirt apart and undo his trousers. He stood up and over her as he lowered his pants. He turned away from her so she could see his ass. He knew that Lara loved his ass. He heard her giggle as he did this but he knew she fully appreciated the sight of his round buns encased in black Calvin Klein briefs. She stopped giggling when he turned around and she saw the head of his cock popping out from the waistband. Lara thought, "soon that piece of meat would be mine to play with." She lifted her arms to him and they tumbled into one another again.

He now let his hands and mouth explore every inch of her. He spent an inordinate amount of time fluttering kisses along her belly and thighs. He knew where she wanted his lips and tongue but he held back. He waited; ministered to all the erotic spots she never knew she had. 

The mewling and purring progressed to mild protestation and moaning. As he got closer to the target it became even more urgent. Her hand entwined in his hair. Her hips began to push upward and became very insistent. He could hear her even as her thighs closed around him – "Do it, lick me, kiss me, SUCK ME!"

As he approached her crotch the fragrance made him drunk. She had sprayed Paloma on her sex and it inflamed him even more. Not able to hold back, Serge dived into her cunt working his tongue at a frenetic pace. Her juices filled him with more passion and he drove on encouraged by her writhing and deep-throated moans. He pushed her panties aside and now the combination of her juices and his spit had turned the red crotch into a dark blood like hue.

Her whole nether area was flowing with mingled wetness. He let his tongue leave her clit for a bit as he explored her labia and even the area between her pussy and asshole. The touch of his tongue there made Lara start and jump. No one had ever kissed her on that bit of flesh before. How many nerve endings were centered there?

He gave her little brown hole a few perfunctory licks before returning with renewed intensity to her clit. Her head was swimming. Now he began to work his index finger up her bottom entrance. This scared her and she tightened up. He did not stop though. Her breathing intensified. Hearing this, Serge pushed deeper and was rewarded with the sound of a passionate moan.

"Don't," she pleaded. There was however no conviction in her voice. Serge pushed harder, slowly, insistently all the while sucking and licking her clit with fury. She writhed and cried but soon she gave herself over to the combined pleasure and pain. Suddenly he was totally inside her. Thrusting none too gently as her cunt juice flowed down and lubricated the invading digit. He quickened the pace of all his ministrations.

She was close to the edge now. Her whole being was centered on the sensations in her lower body. She bucked wildly and tried to set the rhythm. He let her take control now as she mashed his face deeper into her crotch. 

Then she screamed.

She shuddered and clamped her legs around his head in a near crushing hold as every drop of fluid inside her moved downward and across his tongue.

The orgasm lasted a good 45-50 seconds and then he teased her with little flicks of his tongue to bring on aftershocks. It took her a few minutes to catch her breath and wipe the tears from her eyes. 

As he took his finger out of her ass, she looked at him with a crazy smile and said, "Your turn."

The Dressing Room



You have agreed to help me shop for a new dress to wear to a friend's wedding. I also need a new pair of jeans. You sit in an armchair outside the fitting room as I take in a couple of different dresses and a pair of jeans. We seem to be the only ones there at that particular time of day. The dressing room is quite large. It has a bench as well as two full-length mirrors: one on the door and the other on the back wall so that you can see the clothing from the front and the back. 

In the change room, I hang the clothes on the hooks and quickly get out of my shorts and t-shirt. I slip into the first dress. It's peach-coloured with short sleeves and falls just below my knees. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I'm not sure whether I like the dress or not so I unlock the door and walk out to get your opinion.

"What do you think?" I ask as I turn around.

"It's nice but it's not you," you say. I look in the mirror and see that you're right. It's too old and ultraconservative. I head back into the dressing room and change out of it and into a green knee-length dress. The dress is a sleeveless A-line with a matching jacket.

"What about this one?" I ask.

"It's definitely not you," you tell me. "You're 29 and going to a wedding, not 45 and attending a business function." 

I return to the dressing room and change out of the green dress. The next dress I put on is a little more daring...definitely something I'm not used to and don't really think I'd buy but I think it might be fun to try it on anyway. I put the dress on and walk out to you. 

"Well?" I say, turning around. I'm wearing a navy blue halter-style dress. The halter-top style accentuates my full breasts and leaves my back bare down to my waist. The flowing skirt ends a couple of inches above my knees. I'm nervous as I await your reaction.

"Holy shit," you say. My face flushes under your intense gaze. I fight the urge to look away. 

"I take it you like it?" I ask, trying to be flip about it.

"Definitely," you answer. "That is the perfect dress for you." 

"I don't think so," I say. "I feel so exposed." "Trust me, it's the right kind of exposed," you reply. You stand up and approach me. You put your arms around me and pull me closer to you. Instinctively I place my arms around your neck. Your hands rest on my hips. "Imagine you're dancing at the wedding reception with your date. This is the dress you're wearing. He pulls you close to him and your breasts touch his chest, the friction of the fabric against them making your nipples harden," you say, pulling me even closer to you so that my breasts are touching your chest. 

"Greg, what are you doing?" I ask, blushing as I feel heat begin to consume my body. "We're in public!"

"Relax, Jayne. Nobody's watching," you say. "You're dancing to a slow sensual song with your date at the wedding reception. This is the perfect dress to wear for that occasion. The fabric feels so good against your bare skin, doesn't it?" I nod, unable to deny the fact that the material feels amazing against my braless breasts. "It's a great dress for your date too. It allows him to lower his head and place a kiss on your shoulder." I gasp with pleasure as your lips touch the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder. "His hands can caress your back, teasing you. Hinting at how he wants to touch you when you're alone." Your hands move over my back gently and when you reach my neck, you thread your fingers into my hair and bring your mouth down to capture mine. "Is everything all right back here?" The question from the chipper-sounding salesclerk reminds us of where we are and we break our kiss.

"Everything's fine," I say, blushing with embarrassment. 

"Good," she says. "Just holler if you need anything." She shows a customer into the fitting room next to mine. 

I thank her as she walks away. "Okay," I say as I reluctantly pull away from you. "I'll buy the dress." 

I head back into the change room and take off the dress. I hang it back on the hanger and decide to try on a black lounge set that I'd picked up when you weren't looking. I slide the silk pants on and then don the silk and lace top. I've already decided that I'm buying this outfit but I want to see your reaction to it. "Greg, what do you think of this outfit?" I ask, stepping out of the fitting room. I see your eyes darken with passion as you take in the sight of my top with its low-cut neckline and the almost-sheer lace cups that barely conceal my full breasts and hard nipples. "It looks amazing on you," you say. I see the slight bulge in your pants and I smile as I realize that the outfit has had the desired effect on you. "You are planning on buying that one, right?" I nod, already knowing when I'm going to wear it. 

"I'm going to go try on the jeans now," I say, going back to the fitting room. I put on the pair of jeans and a white camisole-type tank top. I decide that I like the way the jeans hug my ass and hips but I return to you so you can give me your opinion. 

"Do these jeans make my ass look big?" I joke. You reach out and playfully slap my ass. 

"Nope," you say smiling. "It's just right." I laugh and head back to change one last time. I take the camisole off and hang it back on the hanger. I undo the button on the jeans and am about to unzip them when there's a knock on the dressing room door. 

"Who is it?" I ask although I'm fairly certain that it's you knocking.

"It's me," you say. I unlock the door and open it a bit.

"What's up?" I ask. You slip into the cubicle and lock the door. "Greg! What are you doing?" "Making a fantasy reality," you say. My heart skips a beat as you turn me around so that we're both facing the mirror on the back wall of the dressing room. "I want to fuck you right here, right now."

You watch me shiver with desire at your words. Our eyes meet in the mirror and I reach for the zipper on my jeans. You still my hands. "Let me," you say. 

Your hands replace mine on the zipper tab and you start to ease it down. You grab hold of the waistband of my jeans as you pull the zipper down. As you unzip my jeans, you pull the fabric a bit, causing it and my panties to rub against my sensitive pussy. A soft moan escapes my throat. Heat and moisture build between my legs. I can feel your cock against my ass. I wiggle back against you, causing you to pull me closer to you.

You pull the zipper all the way down and part the fabric. You slide the jeans down over my hips and I help you draw them down my legs. I step out of them and kick them to the side, leaving me clad in only my white cotton panties and matching bra.

I take hold of one of your hands and place it on my stomach. I slide it down and we watch as I guide it beneath the waistband of my panties. You put your other arm around my waist. "Spread your legs, Jayne," you say. I do as you say and you slip your hand even lower. You begin to rub my pussy beneath my panties. Your hand feels so good there. 

"Mmmm," I say as you occasionally slip between my slick folds. "Oh God," I whisper as you push two fingers into my wet heat. You push your fingers further into me as you grind your cock against my ass. 

"Pull your panties down," you whisper in my ear. I quickly pull my panties down, revealing your hand on my bare pussy to our gaze in the mirror. I reach up and quickly remove my bra. As you fuck my pussy with your fingers, I play with my breasts. 

"Oh yes," I whisper. "I'm going to cum, Greg." You begin to nibble on my earlobe as your thumb rubs my clit. I bite my lip to muffle my cry as I cum. As I calm down, I reach behind me and undo your belt and jeans. I reach into your jeans and free your hard cock. I slide my hand up and down it a few times, twisting my hand occasionally. I hear you moan as I spread your precum over your cock. 

"Your hand feels so good on my cock, Jayne," you say as I rub the head, gently squeezing your cock and making more precum ooze out. I lean forward and guide your cock to my pussy.

"Fuck me, Greg," I say as I rub your cock along my slit. Needing no further encouragement, you enter me in one powerful thrust. "Oh yes!" We watch in the mirror as you fuck me from behind. There's something extremely erotic watching your cock emerge and disappear into my wet pussy.

"You like the feel of my cock in your pussy, don't you Jayne?" you ask as you slide in and out of me.

"Mmmm, oh yes," I say, thrusting my hips back to meet your strokes. "Just as much as you like the feel of my pussy surrounding your cock."

You lean forward a bit, causing your cock to go deeper into my pussy. I cry out as a powerful orgasm rocks me. 

Suddenly there's a knock on the dressing room door. "Miss? Are you all right?" the muffled sound of a concerned salesclerk's voice barely registers with us. 

"I'm fine, thank you," I say as you reach around me and grab my breasts. You squeeze them and play with them roughly as you fuck me hard and fast. Suddenly you pull out of me, causing me to whimper at the loss.

"Are you sure?" the saleslady asks. You turn me around to face you. Your hands grab my ass as I put my arms around your neck. You back me up against the wall and lift me up. Slowly you lower me onto your rock hard cock. As I take all of you into my hot wet core, I assure the woman that I'm fine. We hear her walking away and you begin to thrust up into me. I wrap my legs around your hips and pull you closer, trying to take you even deeper. "I'm going to cum inside your pretty pussy, Jayne," you tell me.

"Oh yes, fill my pussy with your cum, Greg," I say as I feel myself getting close to cumming. 

"I need to cum," you tell me. 

"Cum inside me, Greg," I say. 

"Mmmmm, JAYNE!" Your voice is a strangled cry as you thrust one more time into me, filling me with your hot sperm. 

"GREG!" I cry out as my orgasm hits me hard. You hold me close as you slip from my body. My knees are like jelly and I know that if it wasn't for your arms around me, I'd be on the floor. Our lips meet in a deep, wet kiss. We part from our kiss, breathless and we begin to get dressed. . You are about to pull up your jeans when I stop you.

"What are you doing?" you ask as I kneel in front of you.

"Cleaning up our mess," I say, surprising both of us. I begin to lick your cock before taking it into my mouth. I suck and lick it until the only moisture left on it is from my mouth. I slide you out of my mouth and stand up. You fasten your jeans as I reach for my bra and put it back on. I put my shorts and t-shirt back on and begin to gather the clothes that I'd brought in to the room with me. 

You slip out of the change room ahead of me and wait for me by the armchair. I hang the garments that I'm not taking, including the jeans, on the rack and carry the dress, loungewear and camisole out to the cash. You take my hand as we walk to the cash. There are several people in the store now and some of them look at us with curiosity. The saleslady at the cash register looks from me to you and smiles knowingly. I look at you and blush as I realize that most of the people in the store heard us enjoying one another. I thank the woman as she hands me my bag and we leave the store, extremely satisfied.



The Dressing Room



I had a late lunch hour and decided to spend it at the mall. While wandering through the big department store, I found a display of 'European-style trunk' underwear. They were something like boxer-briefs but with short-short legs. The trunks reminded me of the bathing suit Daniel Craig wore in the latest James Bond movie, but this was definitely underwear, not a swimsuit. I had no idea how long these trunks had been selling in stores because my wife bought all my underwear for me. I was wearing one of her favorites that day -- red silk boxers.

There were two young men working in the men's clothing department, and one came over to assist me.

"With your abs, these trunks would look great on you. Is this your size? Would you like to try them on?"

I'd never heard of trying on underwear, and I had to snicker at the lengths salesmen paid on commission will go to make a sale. Still, I was interested in the trunks and I let him steer me toward the dressing room.

"I'll be right outside if you need anything," the salesman told me.

I slipped my shoes and trousers off and then removed my boxers. I stepped into the trunks, and I took a moment to arrange my cock and balls so they felt comfortable. It was strange having that stretchy material firmly holding my package after swinging free in my boxers.

The salesman softly spoke through the door, "Do you have them on? Are they the right size?"

I told him yes, and I was shocked to see the door open and him step into the dressing room. I thought I'd locked it.

"Let me hang these up for you," he said, as he picked up my trousers and boxers from the bench and placed them on the garment hook on back of the door. Then he reached around me and started unbuttoning my short-sleeved shirt. Really, it was like watching a sleight-of-hand artist -- he had my shirt opened before I fully realized what he was doing.

"See, those do look good on you. Your abs are fine."

His words made me look up at the mirror, and as I did he slipped the shirt off my shoulders. I'm standing there wearing only the trunks and my socks, and the young guy wolf-whistles, causing me to blush. He ran his hands around the waistband of the trunks, commenting on the good fit, and then he really freaked me out by touching my abs.

"You are in great shape."

I'm tall, but this young guy was taller. He had no problem looking over my shoulder at our reflection in the mirror. He was skinny, though. It's rare to see such a tall, slim guy in these days of super-sized value meals. He obviously approved of the condition I was in -- his hand moved up across my chest.

"Wow, I love your fur," he said, as his left hand roamed over my chest hair. His right hand slipped down to my thigh and stroked the hair there, too. I was turning red, but I wasn't pushing him away. It was a turn-on, having him admire my body that way, even better when his long, slender fingers slipped inside the trunks and wrapped around my balls.

Nobody but my wife and my physician had felt my balls before. And neither of them had whispered "So big, so warm, so full of spunk" in my ear as they played with my balls. Eventually, he pushed the trunks down so they were tucked under my balls, and he started stroking up and down on my now throbbing dick.

I've got a nice piece of meat, but the young guy made it sound stupendous.

"Ooh, you've got a big one," he cooed in my ear. "Firm and fat. I like that." He had one hand around my waist holding me tight against his chest and his other hand working my dick. I watched everything in the mirror, and it didn't take long for me to come. It was a hot scene, and I remember justifying it by thinking I was only bending my marriage vows, not breaking them.

The guy caught my come in his hand and then wiped it on the trunks.

"Oh, these are soiled," he exclaimed as he slid the trunks down my legs and nudged me to step out of them. "Let me get you another pair. Before I could catch my breath, he'd opened the dressing room door and left. It was only then that I noticed he had snatched my shirt, trousers, and boxers and ran out with them, too.

"Come back here," I yelled, and I started out after him until I saw the other young clerk watching me from the entrance to the dressing area. I jumped back into the dressing room in a panic. I wasn't going to run naked out into the department store, but I was trying to think of what I could do. It sure looked like a robbery because my wallet and cell phone were in my trouser pockets. I banged my head against the wall a couple times, accusing myself of being so stupid, and then I started pacing back and forth in the small dressing room. Three walls had mirrors and I could see my dick flop back and forth each time I turned. That's what got me in trouble -- my dick.

It seemed like forever, but I guess it wasn't long before the young guy stepped back into the dressing room and shut the door behind him.

"My wallet..." I started.

"Is safe with Troy," the guy said, "and he's keeping watch for us so we're safe back here."

I took that as a warning. His buddy was ready to assist him if I stepped out of line. I didn't feel safe, and it wasn't particularly reassuring when the guy firmly gripped my shoulders and turned me around to face the back mirror. He stepped right up behind me again, wrapping one hand around my chest and grabbing my balls with his other hand. It was so difficult to fight the electricity that shot through me when he did that, and frankly, I didn't manage to fight it. He had me under his control.

This time, his fingers roamed more, covered more skin, and pinched my nipples. He looked at me in the mirror and grinned, and I had to sort of smile back. He was good at what he was doing. I'd just come, and already my dick was starting to react, although I wasn't fully hard again. Yet. The young guy let his hands slide down over my hips and along my thighs as he knelt behind me. A gentle push of his hand on my back had me leaning against the mirror, and he buried his nose in my ass crack.

I'd never been rimmed before! What an awesome feeling. I couldn't believe he was doing it, and I worried whether I was clean back there. I must have been -- he didn't stop -- and I kept raising up on my toes as he forced his tongue further inside me. He was a tall kid, and it felt like he had a tongue to match. My palms were sweaty and they squeaked as they moved against the mirror -- my body jerking in reaction to the tickling inside my rectum.

It felt so good, but when he stopped it was almost a relief. It gave me a chance to catch my breath again. There was no doubt about me being turned on; my dick was fully erect now. I was panting for air when I looked at one of the side mirrors and saw what the guy was doing.

He wore a blazer and tie, and he'd dropped his trousers down around his ankles. He had just finished unrolling a condom over his long, thin dick. His dick was like one of those slightly curved, thin swords. And it looked just as dangerous. Dangerous, because I knew where it was headed and I didn't think I was in any position to stop him. "Just please don't let my wife find out about this," I thought. If he let me leave with any shred of dignity left intact, I mentally swore I wouldn't even call the police. Hell, I didn't want anyone to know I was about to be fucked.

The rimming was my only preparation. It hurt like hell when his dick breached my ass hole, and he didn't wait for me to recover. He just pushed on in, slowly but steadily, and I thought there was no end to it. Nothing had ever reached so far up inside me before. He stopped only to pull his shirttails up, and by then I realized he was fully sheathed inside me. I was afraid to move with a sword buried inside my gut.

"Look," he whispered, and I turned my head to look in the left mirror, seeing me hunched over and him tight against my ass. We looked into each other's eyes in the mirror, and I quickly dropped my eyes down. I watched his hand touch my now deflated dick.

"You were such a hot, hairy stud when you walked in here," he continued, "and now you're my woman!" With that, he quickly pulled back and then slid into me again. There was no rhythm to his motions yet, just a repeated taking of my ass. My world was reduced to that dressing room and his use of my most private part.

Soon, he was drilling me with rapid strokes. I was sweating and I suppose he was too. The heat built until he slammed into me, pushing my face into the mirrored wall. He leaned on my back as he panted and said, "I wish I could really fill you up with my seed." Then he pulled his dick out of my ass and I dropped to the floor and curled up like a baby.

I thought it was over then, until I heard a noise and I rolled onto my back, only to see the other young man, Troy, kneeling at my feet.

"Ah, that's the way I like it, too," Troy said, as he hoisted my legs over his shoulders and plugged his dick into me. Thank heavens Troy didn't go first, because his fat dick would have split my ass open without the other guy's preparation. Troy's dick might not have been as long, but I sure felt it. I knew without a doubt he was fucking my ass with a monster.

I needed no mirrors this time. Troy was on top of me and I could look right up at him as he fucked me. Sometimes he'd hiss through his clenched teeth as he pounded my ass. And being a man -- at least, I hoped I was still a man -- he showed no mercy as he used me. There was no tenderness as he took his pleasure from me.

Whether Troy meant to or not, however, he was giving me something. His dick repeatedly poked my prostate. And I loved it and hated it when my dick started pulsing and come shot out over my belly. No one was even touching it at the time! How could it betray me like that, spurting just from having a man's dick up my ass? The humiliation was total, but the orgasm was just as satisfying as any I'd had with my wife.

I don't know how much longer it took for Troy to come. I zoned out a little, although I was aware when he shouted, "Take it, bitch!" I had my eyes closed when he pulled his dick out of me, and I just barely registered hearing him zip his trousers and leave. I didn't open them again until I heard noise in the dressing room, and then I saw that the first guy had come back and was kneeling beside me.

He put his hand in the come on my belly and started rubbing it all over my chest and pubes and down my thighs. His hand came up dry, but I was now covered in a thin layer of my own come.

"I brought you some fresh underwear," the guy said, and he proceeded to slip a small, white thong over my feet and up my legs. He stood up and pulled me up, and he finished tugging the thong into place. There was hardly any material to it, and it was just a thin, stretchy nylon. It was almost see-through and it barely held my dick and balls. Fabric not much wider than a string ran up my butt crack to meet with the band around my hips.

He left, closing the door, and I saw my shirt and trousers were again hanging on the back of the door. No wallet. I got dressed and walked out to find the two young men standing behind the sales counter. They'd rung up a dozen pairs of the European-style trunks and charged it to one of my credit cards. I gritted my teeth as I signed the charge slip.

As Troy bagged my 'purchases', the other guy pointed to the breast pocket on his blazer and said, "How do you like my pocket square?" He'd taken my red silk boxers and folded them in his pocket like a handkerchief. I nodded, in recognition of his trophy for taking my ass. Then he handed me his business card and said, "We have a home shopping service, too, if you'd care to use it."



The Dressing Room



Edited by: redbottom *Thanks again for the help!*

*

It was a warm day, which was to be expected since summer always seems to start early here. Elizabeth got out of the vehicle and gave herself a once over. She wasn't very tall, barely passed for five foot. Her build was on the heavier side, but she carried it well with her hourglass figure. She had black hair that was long and straight and seemed to be more of a red than anything else when in the sunlight and draped beautifully over her golden skin. She wore a red and black corset and a black velvet skirt that was accompanied by a pair of fingerless mesh gloves. As if to wrap everything up nicely, she wore a black ribbon around her neck tied into a bow. After giving herself her own approval she walked into the mall. 

Once inside she took a seat at one of the little tables inside and began to wait, flipping through some pages of a magazine she found on the table. It wasn't long till the wait was over and Jacob appeared. He was taller than her by at least half a foot with fairly long brown hair that just slightly covered his forehead. He had pale skin and hazel eyes that seemed to compliment every feature he had perfectly. He was wearing what he normally wore, a long sleeve black over-shirt with a gray undershirt and black slacks. She didn't notice him as he walked over to her and sat down. She looked up and he was already sitting across from her. She jumped a little, not prepared to already be facing him. After chuckling a bit they stood up and embraced. 

"It's good to see you!" she said, "It's been a while." 

He nodded and agreed, "It has. I'm happy we were actually able to make it this time to see each other!" 

She smiled and nodded slightly. 

"So" he said, "let's be off!"

They walked around and went inside a few places and looked around, talking about how life had been treating them and chatted about anything that was new. After a while she pulled him into a women's clothing store so she could look around. 

She began to browse contently as they continued to chat. Soon she laid eyes a necklace she liked and wanted to try it on. 

"Let me help you" he offered, as he started undoing the black ribbon around her neck. 

"Thank you" she replied. 

As soon as the ribbon was undone he grabbed both ends tightly and pulled it forcefully against her neck, causing her to gasp and then moan slightly. 

"You look so beautiful when you struggle." he whispered in her ear as he gazed upon her slightly embarrassed and pleasure-filled face. 

After a moment he removed the ribbon from her neck and wrapped it around his hand and took the necklace she wanted to try on and placed it around her neck as if to pretend nothing had happened. 

"Looks good on you," he said. "Now, we just need to find some clothes to match it!" 

She blinked, pulling herself out of the shock of his act and looked in the mirror in front of her. 

"It does look nice," she replied. "I guess I'll go find an outfit now." 

She removed the necklace from her neck and asked him to hold it while she looked around. He nodded and took the necklace from her hand. She then reached out to grab the ribbon back from his hand. He looked at her with a smirk and proceeded to put the ribbon in his pocket. She gave him a small glare and then returned to search for a new outfit to match the necklace. 

After looking around the store, chatting with him the whole while, she found a few things and decided to try them on. The cashier opened the locked dressing room door and quickly ran back to attend to the many customers that seemed to almost appear out of no where. He sat on a bench outside of the room, waiting for her to come model the clothing and get his opinion. 

After trying many things on and becoming unsatisfied by the way they looked before she even showed him, she had narrowed down her options to a pink skirt and black corset. She went out and modeled it, jokingly striking poses to make light of her disappointment in only finding these clothes to be acceptable. He got up and did a once over. After looking at the outfit he gave his approval and said it would match well with the necklace. She smiled and agreed and proceeded to turn around and go into the dressing room. 

Swinging the door behind her, she already started to remove her clothes but stopped when she didn't hear the door shut. She turned to see him standing in front of the door. She gave him a surprised, wide-eyed look and put the corset she was wearing on the bench next to her as she told him he should get out. As if he didn't hear her he closed the door completely and threw the necklace on the bench before forcing her up against the wall. 

With one hand he covered her mouth and with the other he pinned her shoulder down hard as the same look she had when he wrapped the ribbon around her neck reappeared. He leaned over, pressed hard against her body and whispered into her ear. 

"You truly do look beautiful when you struggle. The face you get, so full of pleasure. Makes me want you so badly." 

After that he removed his hand from her mouth and kissed her deeply. She struggled to free her self for a bit, but that only succeeded in making him push her against the wall harder and kiss her deeper. 

After seeing that struggling was pointless she finally let herself go and proceeded to kiss him back. Once he realized she'd no longer struggle, he removed his hands from her shoulders and started to squeeze her breast firmly. She moaned in his mouth as they kissed until he removed his lips from hers and covered her mouth. 

"You must be quiet my dear or someone will hear us." 

She nodded, eagerly agreeing. He then removed his hand from her face and started to move both his hands behind her, squeezing her ass. She whimpered a little and rested her head on his shoulder only to find herself biting down on his neck. He made a small whimper before lifting her skirt up revealing a tight pair of mesh red panties. He grinned, satisfied by what she wore and proceeded to put one of his hands down them while using his other hand to hold both of her arms against the wall by her wrists. She bit her lip, trying to keep from moaning as he slid a finger inside her. 

"So wet already!" he said, almost surprised. "It would be a shame to let all that go to a waste now wouldn't it?" he said as he pushed another finger deep inside her. 

She bit her lip harder and nodded. 

"Well then, lets see what we can do about that now, okay?" Eagerly she agreed.

She removed his over-shirt and threw it on the bench. He then lifted up her right leg and propped it up on the bench and got down on his knees and nudged her panties aside. 

"Don't make a single sound or I will stop. Understand?" She shook her head eagerly and began to brace herself. 

"Let's see how much you will struggle. Let's see how much I can make you cum." He said as he began to run his tongue across her clit. 

She jumped a little and bit down on her lower lip hard as she grabbed at his hair with both of her hands. He grabbed at each of her thighs with his hands as he started to lick her pussy deeper while looking up to see her face as she struggled to keep quiet. 

Her body jerked around a bit as each lick seemed to make her body shake. After a short while he put a finger deep inside of her and started to suck on her clit. Her body went wild. She started to shake even more making her back arch as she grabbed at his hair harder. She moved one of her hands from his head and covered her mouth. She was about to cum. Once he saw her hand covering her mouth he pushed his finger up until he hit her g-spot and sucked harder on her clit. She couldn't hold it any longer and she started to cum, squeezing tightly as her cum coated his finger. 

After she came he stood up and put his finger up to her lips. 

"Clean it off for me!" he demanded, as he grabbed her neck with his other free hand, pulling her face even closer to his finger. 

Without hesitation she took his finger into her mouth and sucked it clean as he watched fascinated by how readily she obeyed. 

Once she was done he removed his hand from her neck and proceeded to hold her close to him, kissing her deeply. They gripped onto each other's body hard, pushing themselves against each other as they lost themselves in the kiss. 

As he kissed her she slid her hands down to his pants and started to undo his belt. 

Once his belt was undone she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and started to free herself from his grasp. 

"It's my turn now," she said as she began to get on her knees. 

She removed his hard cock from his pants and put it in her mouth. Slowly she moved her lips up and down his big hard cock licking it all over as she looked up at his face. She could tell he was struggling a bit to stay completely quiet. 

"You look so good when you struggle," she said while she gazed upon his very pleased face.

Eagerly she returned his cock to her mouth, moving up and down on it slowly , but quickening her pace as she went along. It wasn't long till he stopped her and pulled her up only to push her against the wall again. 

"That felt great, but we've been in here too long as it is. However, I'm not leaving till I cum inside of you."

Just from those words she felt her wetness grow as she began to cum once again. He could feel her tremble a little and he grinned. 

"You seem to like that idea. So, let's begin." 

Within seconds of saying that he forcefully turned her around and took each of her hands in his own and placed them spread apart on the wall, pinning them in place. Quickly after putting her hands in place he grabbed her hips and pulled them towards him, having her slightly bent over. 

"Since we don't have long I don't plan on going easy on you. Hopefully you will be able to be quiet," he said. 

She shook her head and promised to be quiet. Just moments after he lifted her black skirt out of the way and made sure her red panties were nudged to the side, he forcefully pushed his hard cock deep inside of her soaking wet pussy. 

All it took was that and she already began to moan and squeeze tightly around his cock. He pushed into her harder and grabbed her neck. 

"Now, we can't have any of that now can we?" and with that said he removed the black ribbon from his pocket and tied it around her mouth tightly. 

As soon as it was secure he started to thrust deeper and deeper into her, becoming harder with every thrust. It wasn't long till she began to cum again. Trying her hardest to keep from jerking around too badly she gripped her fingers tightly onto the wall. 

"You feel so good when you struggle," he whispered into her ear as he started to fuck her even harder. 

He reached up and grabbed her neck and squeezed it tightly. 

"Just trying to get some better support, of course," he said as he gripped her neck tightly. 

Once she felt his hand around her neck it drove her crazy. She started squeezing harder and harder and he showed no signs of stopping. He had made her have a multiple and he knew as long as she kept cumming like this that he wasn't going to last much longer. 

He leaned forward and asked quietly in her ear, "Do you want me to cum inside you?" Instantly she squeezed harder than any time before as she eagerly shook her head, begging for him to fill her up with his hot cum. 

After seeing how badly she wanted it, he held nothing back and started fucking her as hard and as fast as possible. She kept squeezing, over and over, harder and harder, moaning thru the ribbon tied around her mouth till she heard him. 

"I'm gonna cum!" he said quietly to her and with that she felt his hot cum pulse inside her, filling her wet pussy as they both came together. 

As soon as they were done she turned around and they embraced, warm and out of breathe. Holding each other and kissing each other, still pressed up against the dressing room wall as they both shook in each other's arms from the intensity of it all.

Soon after they were finished, there was a knock on the dressing room door. 

"Ma'am is everything all right? You've been back here for a while. Sorry I haven't had time to assist you more, the store got a bit crazy." The cashier said. 

In a slight panic and trying not to laugh she responded, 

"Everything is fine. Sorry it's taking me so long. I just couldn't figure out what looked best on me. But I'm done now; I'll be out shortly. Thank you." 

The cashier politely told her to take her time and walked back up to the front of the store. Huddled together, laughing quietly he leaned closer to her and asked, 

"So, what looks best on you?" 

With a devilish grin on her face she replied, "You." 

And she pulled him in for one last kiss.



The Dressing Room



"You asked for it you little cum slut," he growled in my ear, pulling me back by the hair, pushing himself hard into me.

He was right. No doubt. Once again I had brought it all on myself.

It started innocently enough. Dress shopping. I am sitting on the fundraising committee for the symphony. Chair this year actually, and he is quite proud of me. But it has been a lot of work. Our final event of the season is coming up soon and I need the perfect dress since I will be recognized. I know that how I present myself at these events is a direct reflection on him so I do try hard. So he agreed to go dress shopping with me to pick the perfect dress.

We were in a little upscale boutique downtown with a few dresses to try on when I picked up a slinky little number, something I would never wear. Black silk cut down to the belly button with a few rhinestones and a slit almost to the hip. Very sexy. Very revealing. I held it in front of me and sashayed in front of him provocatively, teasing.

"What do you think?" I asked with a grin.

He frowned.

"Oh, come on," I said moving to him, tilting my head up towards him bringing my lips dangerously close to his hear, purring in a sultry voice. "You don't want the world to see what a little slut your wife can be?"

It was a game. A game just meant to turn him on. I wanted him ready when we got home. But I tend to forget that I don't always get to set the rules with him.

He motioned for the sales girl to open the fitting room. I turned to walk in the fitting room as she turned to walk away, not expecting him to slip in behind me.

"You can't be in here," I whispered loudly at him, pushing him back towards the door, smiling at the thought.

"Like hell I can't," he hissed, spinning me around, pushing me forward. He caught me by the hair and held me there while I put out both hands, holding myself palms flat to the mirror. I knew not to move once he put me there. He released my hair and pushed my skirt up with one hand while pulling his zipper down with the other, freeing his hard cock. His fingers slipped inside my panties, pushing them aside, sliding just inside my pussy.

"Wet cunt," he said. "Figures. Dirty little slut like you always has a wet cunt." The words always turn me on when he says them and I squirmed against his fingers. I knew we didn't have time. They would expect us out shortly. It would be hard and fast and it just made me wetter.

His cock head went to my pussy and pushed slightly... only slight resistance because I was so wet. I had spread my legs for him, lifting one on the chair to the side waiting for him to enter me. Just the head of his cock was in me. I wanted to rock back against him. Feel him inside of me. But I knew better. It was his. He controlled it. I waited.

One hand went around my waist, the other hand went to my hair, jerking me back to him hard as his cock slammed into me hard. "You asked for it you little cum slut," he growled in my hear. His teeth locked on my earlobe. Fuck, the searing pain, the pleasure, his hand around my waist moving up, pulling at my buttons, freeing my breasts, tugging hard at my nipples. I wanted to cry out but I knew I couldn't without attracting attention. Without drawing his wrath. He knew I couldn't so he squeezed them harder making me want to scream louder. 

"That's it cunt, take my cock," he said, pushing me back forward. I put both palms back flat to the mirror and his hands went to my hips, holding me so he could drive into me hard and fast. My breasts were swinging free with each thrust. Fuck, I could feel him hitting bottom, making me want to cum fast. But it wasn't about me. I wanted to close my eyes and feel but I couldn't. I watched in the three-way mirror. Watched him watching. His eyes locked on mine. The lust. The passion. The desire. He looked like a wild animal taking me like that. I could see it building. No stretching it out, no taking it to the edge and pulling back, just hard and fast fucking for his pleasure and the thought made me hotter. Using my cunt. Fuck.

Knock knock knock on the door.

"Everything ok in there?"

He pushed deep into me and pulled me up by the hair, glaring at me.

I reached over and grabbed one of the dresses. The red one. I leaned backwards over him, just two perfect tastefully short French manicured fingers and a hanger over the top of the door.

"This one doesn't quite fit. Could you be a dear and bring it to me in a smaller size?" I asked in a syrupy sweet and half breathless voice. "Just hang it on the door when you come back."

"Good girl," he growled in my ear, pushing me back to the mirror, making me watch as he started back fucking me hard and fast like nothing ever happened. His hands were on my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my stomach right beside my hip bones. He was pounding away, faster, harder. I braced myself, stiffening my elbows to keep my head from hitting the mirror.

"Fucking cunt," he growled. I hoped nobody outside the door could hear. "My filthy little cum slut.... you want this don't you?"

I looked up at his eyes in the mirror. He wanted an answer.

"Yes sir," I whispered.

"Then tell me."

I swallowed hard. So hard to admit. Fuck. But I didn't want him to stop.

"I want your cum. Please..... make me your cum slut..." I whispered. I was so close...

I felt him stiffen. The thrust. The pause. The little spasm. Fuck, I knew his orgasm anywhere even if it was almost silent, just the tiny grunt as he suppressed the groan that I knew so well. Then the gush of hot sticky cum. Fuck. I thrust my hand between my legs to my clit and touched, rubbed, just barely 30 seconds maybe and I was there, head back, back arched, whimpering and biting my lip, the whole time him holding my hair threatening me silently if I called out in pleasure.

We straightened and smoothed as best we could and walked out without a word.

"Find one you like?" the sales girl asked, pretending not to notice he was coming out of the fitting room with me. I suppose money does have its privilege.

"This one," he said, selecting the slutty black silk number that had started it all. "I believe she will be wearing it for dinner for me tonight," he said with a smile.

"Are you ok, Mrs. X,?" she asked turning to me. "You look really flushed. Why don't you come here and sit down for a minute?"

I lowered my eyes and smiled slightly as he put two fingers and a thumb on my arm slightly above my elbow in a possessive gesture that probably nobody else would ever notice, keeping me close by his side with love, not force. "She's fine," he responded. "Just tired. She gives so much of herself these days. Maybe I'll take her home and get her in bed early."

I couldn't help but smile feeling his cum running out of my pussy, soaking my panties, waiting for him to pay for that dress that I would wear to serve his dinner later that evening.



The Dressing Room



I approached the women's lingerie department with great trepidation. Normally I cruise by thehanging bras and panties; averting my eyes and looking to the far horizons of the store for the men's department. But today, I was on a mission and I had come to the department store early to avoid any semblance of a crowd and to, hopefully, find someone who might be able to help me find whatever it was I was looking for. 

My wife had never been interested in my buying lingerie for her. That wasn't something a man was supposed to do. But my new girlfriend, and someone half my age, was very into receiving intimate gifts of the silk and satin sort, so I had begun to learn the ropes. It still wasn't a natural process for me, but I had learned not to be "too" embarrassed about being a man shopping in a women's world.

As I entered the department I saw that my decision to come just after opening was probably a good one. The aisles were deserted and I craned my neck to find a salesperson or someone to help me. It was as I turned the far corner of the counter that I saw her standing there. 

She was 5'-5', maybe 120 pounds and stood with her hip cocked slightly, perusing the log behind the register. She had long curly black hair and a very exotic air and demeanor. Her face was beautiful, with high cheekbones and dark eyes, and her skin was naturally dark as well, hinting of a Mediterranean heritage. But certainly, the asset that jumped out at me was her exquisite body. 

She was wearing a short tight black skirt, a white silk blouse and black stiletto heels. The cocked angle of her hips told me she had an insouciant quality that I have always found attractive in a woman and her bemused look gave the sense that she got the joke; whatever that might be. Her breasts were full and pushed healthily against the thin fabric of her blouse. The tight short skirt did little to hide her perfectly round ass and her long lean legs were encased in what I could only imagine were thigh high stockings. Her full lips seemed pursed and ready for the first customer of the day. 

I approached slowly and apologetically.

"Excuse me. Could I bother you for some assistance?" I asked.

Her face broke into a beaming smile and I was immediately put at ease. She was even better looking close up and I decided that I would put myself into her hands for guidance and consultation in this strange world. 

"Sure. Can I help you find something?" she asked with a professional air, while also displaying a hint of raw female sexuality.

"Hi, er, yes. Thank you. I was looking for, ahhh, well, it's, ahhhh....."

I was cool, calm and collected, as usual -- or so I thought -- as I sidled up to the glass counter and immediately looked down her blouse, several buttons of which were strategically left undone. I didn't want to look; I tried not to look; but I could not control my wandering eyes. I could tell she was wearing a camisole and her full breasts were packed in tight against her chest. She knew where I was looking and made no move to avoid my stare. In fact, she pulled her arms together and her compressed breasts bulged, full and firm underneath her delicate camisole

"You're not the first guy to come in here, you know," she said, doing her best to put me at ease. "If you tell me what you're looking for, I'll try to help," she said with a lascivious smile. "My name's Angie." She extended her delicate hand. 

"Jack," I replied.

I shook her hand; firm grip, warm hands, hot thoughts roiling through my brain. It wasn't worth pretending it was something other than what it was, so I decided to be direct and to the point.

"Well, I have this girlfriend, you see, and I was looking for something I could give her for Valentine's Day. Something really sexy."

I saw her look at the wedding band on my hand and give me a knowing smile. 

"And exactly how old is girlfriend?" Angie asked knowingly. I hesitated.

"27." Angie smiled.

"You must be old enough to be her father."

I may be in my mid-fifties, but I keep myself in shape and my body has held up remarkably well. My girlfriend keeps telling me how handsome I am and how turned on she is by my age, so I guess that has given me a certain confidence in how I deal with women now. Angie seemed to be smiling that sort of "I'm attracted" smile, so I pushed ahead. 

"Yea, I guess," I said sheepishly, but proudly.

"That's okay. I understand. Lots of my girlfriends are into older married guys." She looked me squarely in the eye. "They say they are excellent lovers. Makes me want to try one myself some day," she said with a grin. 

"I'm sure the opportunity will come along one day, Angie."

I wanted to ask her if today would do, but I maintained my composure. Our conversation turned back to the task at hand.

"So. What kind of lingerie do you think you're looking for?"

"Well, I guess I don't know really," I responded. "I think I'll know it when I see it. Something simple and silky. Maybe black."

"Okay. And what size is she?" Angie continued to query me.

"Well she's about your size actually," I said as it gave me a chance to look her up and down. "But not quite as..." I searched for the right words. "She's not as busty as you are, Angie," I stated in all honesty. "She's a B cup."

"Well, there are times I wish I was a B cup," Angie replied. 

I looked at her in astonishment.

"What? Are you kidding me? You look...you look fantastic, if you don't mind my saying so."

Angie giggled and arched her back slightly to accentuate her full breasts as they pushed against the silk fabric of her blouse; the faintest hint of her nipples protruding forth.

"Well, sometimes I think a B cup would suit my slender frame better. But, you know how it is. The grass is always greener."

"Well I can't believe you've ever had a boyfriend complain, unless he was a complete and utter fool."

Angie laughed and swelled with the compliment.

"No. In fact, they haven't. You're right. So, let's see what we can find."

Angie came around from behind the counter and led me through the maze of hanging lingerie. I honestly wouldn't have known where to start, so it was great to have her assistance. But I was paying a lot more attention to her than I was to the product at hand. I kept wondering what she was wearing underneath. What does a lingerie saleswoman wear to work? My mind was working overtime as she began to pull things, tiny delicate things, off the racks and hold them up for my perusal.

In each case she would hold the garment in front of her like it was on her. I was still having a hard time getting past looking at her beauty and found myself wondering what she would look like in all the things she was holding up. She seemed intent on finding the right thing and I was enjoying myself so much I just let her keep searching; playing the tough indecisive customer.

She kept asking leading questions and I kept using the opportunities to compare my girlfriend to her.

"Does she have a big butt?" Angie asked.

"No, she's actually got a nice tight bubble butt. Just like you do."

Angie smiled.

"Does she like to wear stockings?"

"Yes. Do you?"

"I love to wear stockings. Thigh high with a little lace at the top. Great for accentuating your thighs with the right pair of panties. Or a thong."

She was rattling on so unselfconsciously, but she had to know she was getting me excited and I saw her look down at my crotch several times as we wandered and talked; gauging whether she was getting me turned on or not. The temptation was growing and I decided to push the program a bit.

"Geez, I don't know, Angie. There's so much to choose from. What would you choose? What would you like.....if you were my girlfriend, say?"

I was not being very smooth, but at this juncture I really didn't care. I plowed on.

"Like, what are you wearing right now?"

Angie looked at me with a sly grin and walked me over to another aisle. She picked up a silky black camisole and a tiny black thong. She held it up against her body and smiled seductively at me.

"I'm wearing this, if you must know. And stockings, of course. And the stiletto heels you can see."

"You know it's just so hard to imagine what this stuff would look like on someone. It's so small and delicate. I wish there was some way to see it on someone." I hesitate a moment. "Or see it on you."

There it was. I'd laid it out there and was either going to get shot down or hit the jackpot. Angie looked at me bemusedly and then looked around the department. It was still mid morning and there no customers to speak of. She looked back at me, then turned on her heels.

"Follow me," she said very matter-of-factly and over her shoulder as I followed like a little puppy dog. I watched as her pert round ass swayed under her tight short skirt and wondered what I was in store for. Damn, she had a great ass. We headed for the dressing room door. 

"We can't be in here long," Angie whispered, as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the largest of about five dressing rooms. They were small cubicles with doors. The inside had a bench, as well as a wooden chair. There was a mirror on one wall and a mirror on the back of the door. Angie grabbed the chair and put it in the middle of the space so I could see both mirrors at a right angle and told me to sit down. I did. There was no lock on the door, so we were definitely living dangerously here. 

She stood three feet away against the full length mirror. 

"Ever been in the women's dressing room before?" she purred.

"Can't say that I have, but there's a first time for everything. I've never had a live lingerie model before either. So show me what I'm going to buy."

She looked so sexy, standing there in her stiletto heels, tight skirt and silk blouse; her dark wavy hair falling across her face. She began to unbutton her blouse, slowly and seductively, looking me in the eye as each button popped open.

"So the nice thing about a camisole is that you don't need a bra, but it gives you a little softer look. See how nice my breasts look in this," she said as she opened her blouse. 

The silky black camisole was shiny in the harsh fluorescent light, but her breasts filled out the cups to overflowing. The cami was snug below her bustline and accentuated her tight stomach and tiny waist. 

"And when you lean over, it holds your cleavage together so nicely." She slowly leaned forward, put her hands on my thighs and her breasts squeezed between her arms. "Don't you think?"

She looked down at my lap to see if she was getting any reaction and smiled at the growing bulge in my trousers. 

"Another nice thing about a camisole is that you can lower it, but keep it on. It's kind of a nice accessory," she continued.

She reached up and lowered the straps over her shoulders and let the material fall forward. I gasped as her lovely breasts came into view. They were full C cups, with rather large nipples that were bubblegum pink. The tips were already standing at attention as she cupped her supple bosom and squeezed each one, looking at me with lust in her eyes. Her breasts jiggled slightly with her movements and I ached to touch them, to lick them, to slide my cock between them. 

"Good Lord. Do they come in other colors?" I stammered in my inimitable charming way.

"Several. Yes. Do you like it?"

"Well, only if it goes with the panties."

I'm a tough customer. Angie smiled and turned around. She flung her hair and looked over her shoulder at me as she began to unzip the side of her impossibly tight skirt. Once the zipper was down as far as it would go, she used both hands to lower, in a painfully slow manner, her skirt over her hips. Her perfect round ass came into view and the thin lines of a black thong arched over her gorgeous hips and disappeared into the supple crack of her delicious ass. 

She slipped the skirt down her slender legs and let it fall to the floor. She leaned against the wall, facing away from me, and spread her legs slightly. The view of her gorgeous ass, framed by the stockings below, the camisole around her middle and the thong stretched tightly across her bulging pussy was too much. Her pussy lips stretched the tiny thong into a seductive hanging bulge between her thighs. She smiled as she looked at the tent pole in my pants. 

I was trying to maintain my cool, but I know I was staring at her with my mouth wide open. My cock was hard as a rock now and Angie was staring at my excitement and enjoying the affect the situation was having on me. 

"Take your cock out, Jack," she directed.

As I unzipped and extracted my rock hard cock, she turned around. Her body was amazing. Her full breasts hung seductively over her lowered camisole and swayed slightly as she turned. She leaned against the mirror on her shoulders and arched her back slightly, pushing her hips forward while spreading her legs a little. Her silk clad pussy mound was protruding toward me as I hastened to expose myself. I could see a little groove in the middle where the silk was being pulled in between her labia. I pulled my cock out and scooped in to pull my balls out as well.

"Oh, Jack," Angie purred. "Nice dick, baby. Mmmmm."

She was looking at me with lowered lids as she stroked her pussy through the thong, looking at me lustfully through the hair that had fallen over her eyes. My cock stood long and proud, my balls tucked in their big sack, barely fitting through the zipper opening. I grabbed the shaft with my thumb and two fingers and began to lightly stroke as I watched Angie perform.

"One advantages of a thong like this is that you can pull it aside real easily and keep it on while you fuck," Angie said with lowered lids. 

She pulled what little material there was aside and exposed her glorious pussy to my view. She wasn't shaved, but very well-groomed; a little landing strip running north. Her lips were full and pink and I could see moisture already gathering on her folds. She used her index and middle finger to spread her lips so I could see into her gaping pink hole. I was doing my best not to drool as I watched this sexual vixen expose herself to me. 

"Sold!" I said. "I'll take 'em all. Angie, you're the most amazing salesperson I've ever met."

"You haven't seen anything yet," she replied as she knelt down between my legs and took my cock in her tiny hands. 

She just stroked it and looked at it for a minute as I reached down to fondle her succulent breast; so soft and round. My fingertip grazed her nipple and it stiffened under my touch. She reached around and undid my belt and helped me lower my pants and boxers to the floor. Now my cock stood at attention from between my shirt tails as she leaned in close and licked the tip. 

"Want me to suck your cock, Jack?"

It was a rhetorical question and needed no answer. I placed my hand on her head, weaving my fingers into her thick black hair, and guided her home. She opened wide and took my head into her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling around the underside of the tip as she wrapped her hand around the base of the shaft. I felt her other hand massaging my full balls as she began to bob on my cock with her slippery mouth. It felt so good; I let out a groan. 

She held the tip of my cock aloft as she licked down the shaft and took my balls into her mouth; sucking on first one, then the other. She traveled further south and began to lick my perineum; that sensitive area between the balls and my asshole. I moaned and urged her on. She came back to my balls again; using slow languid teasing movements that were driving me crazy. She pulled back for a moment, never letting go of my prick.

"I love your cock, Jack; so nice and thick. Mmmmm. I'd love you to fill my mouth with your hot cum, baby," she whispered softly.

This woman was insanely hot. I was so freaking hard I thought I was going to explode right then. But I wasn't in danger of coming quite yet, so I let her suck for awhile longer, knowing that I was going to fuck her right here in the dressing room.

I stood up in front of her; she was still on her knees. I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her deep on my cock. She opened her throat and took me in. I began to rock my hips back and forth slowly as she gagged and moaned, my cock filling her throat and stretching her mouth. I looked down at this gorgeous woman, sucking my cock for all it was worth and began to feel a tingling deep in my balls. I knew it was time to move on before I blew my load.

"Angie, I need to stop before I blow, baby. Plus I need to return the favor."

I stood up and guided her to the chair. She sat down and immediately spread her legs, opening up her gorgeous pussy. I knelt down to pay my full attention. Her pussy was exquisite; her pink gash wet with her juices and engorged with excitement. I began to kiss around the edges of her labia; working into tighter circles as my lips and tongue zeroed in on her clit. 

I stuck my tongue out, leaned down low to lick her asshole, then slid it slowly north; lapping up her voluminous juices and tasting her delicate folds. She moaned as I journeyed up, placing her hand on my head and trying to pull me in deeper. I wiggled my tongue as I went; the wet sounds of my oral maneuvers and Angie's soft moans being the only sounds in the quiet dressing room. I moved in closer and closer, finally arriving at her clit, swollen and protruding from her hood. I licked it in soft little strokes, watching her reaction and movements to gauge how to lick her. 

Her hips bucked up to meet my mouth and I used the flat of my tongue to absorb her clit and apply steady rhythmic pressure. I alternated this with sucking her clit in between my pursed lips, a move that made her moan with pleasure and grind her pussy hard against my mouth. Her taste had a tangy sweetness to it and her glorious scent was overwhelming me; putting me into sensory overload. 

I pulled away for a second just to enjoy the view. Her pussy gaped open and wet, her clit stood proud and stiff, and juices had dripped and gathered at the juncture at the base of her minora. She was pulling my head back toward her sex.

"Don't stop. Suck me!" she stated unequivocally. 

I dove back in with abandon, determined to make her cum. I slid two fingers into her slick opening and began to suck and lick with an earnest steady rhythm. Her hips moved to the same tempo and I could feel her breathing growing toward a crescendo. As I worked my tongue, lips and fingers in unison, I felt her push up off the chair to meet me. Her vocal encouragement spurred me on and I felt her growing towards an explosive orgasm. I didn't stop, didn't let go, didn't waver in my determination. And suddenly she let out a deep groan and I felt her pussy spasm on my fingers, as her body bucked with the waves of an intense orgasm. My face glistened like a glazed donut from her copious lubrication and I smiled up at her as her spasms slowly subsided. 

"Another tough day at the office. Huh, Angie?

She smiled and leaned down to give a deep wet kiss; tasting and licking her cum off my lips and mouth. 

"You taste so good, baby. Don't you think?"

She didn't say a word -- just stood up and directed me to sit back down in the chair again. She moved in close, swung one leg over my thighs as she faced and straddled me. She put her hand down and guided the tip of my cock to her opening. We both felt frozen in time for just a second as my cock tip grazed her opening and she slid it back and forth across her clit. Then she put both arms around my neck and slowly lowered herself onto my huge erection. Inch by inch she lowered, impaling herself slowly, but surely. Then she pulled up all the way to the tip and slammed down hard, as my cock drove all the way into the hilt. She let out an audible groan, but we were both cognizant of the fact that we couldn't be too loud. The idea that someone could walk in on us at any minute was driving us both crazy. 




The Dressing Room



She began to slide back and forth on my lap, gliding on my cock as we fucked. I moved my hands in front to feel the soft fleshy globes of her breasts. Her nipples were exquisite and my thumbs twirled around them as I squeezed and fondled her wonderful natural breasts. I moved my hands to her tight little ass and helped her move to a rhythm that we both found satisfying. Back and forth she slid, my lips on her neck; whispering in her ear that I was fucking her in the dressing room and I hoped no one would come in. That seemed to get her excited and she began to fuck me even harder. 

Suddenly she leaped up, spun around, spread her legs and straddled me again in the reverse position. She was so wet I slid right back in with no resistance. I could feel her juices dripping down my shaft and onto my balls. From this position we could both see ourselves in the mirror. Her legs were spread beyond mine, my head was sitting at the crook of her shoulder, my hands were kneading her gorgeous breasts -- as we watched ourselves fuck. The view of her pussy stretching wide to absorb my shaft, my balls hanging below, was too much. Neither of us could take our eyes off our sex.

She began to impale herself on me; bobbing up and down my glistening rod. If someone had walked in at that moment, there is no doubt in my mind that we would have kept fucking. There was no way we could stop. Her thighs crashed down on mine, as I felt my cock drive deep into her with each thrust. 

It was then that we heard voices. We hesitated for a moment, wondering if they might barge in, but we heard them go into the next dressing room. The walls were thin and we could hear what sounded like two teenage girls giggling and talking. We weren't going to stop fucking for anything, but I thought it was time to change positions; perhaps time to cum so Angie could get back to work before she was missed.

"Stand up and lean against the wall, Angie," I commanded. 

She reluctantly eased off my cock and stood up against the wall. She faced the mirror and put both hands on either side of it. I stood up and eased behind her. Her tall heels brought her to a perfect height for me to slip into her. I ran my hands over her incredible body; roaming over her ass, fondling her hanging breasts, then feeling between her legs. She was soaked; absolutely drenched. I guided my cockhead to her gaping opening; her lips already spread wide. I eased in and within one or two thrusts I was firmly ensconced once again. 

I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my cock full bore. She let out a moan, but caught herself, knowing we now had company on the other side of the wall. The two girls didn't seem to have noticed us as they continued to talk. And as they did, I began to fuck Angie -- hard. I reached around to twiddle her clit as I fucked her, fondling her dangling breast with the other hand. She drove her hips and ass back to meet each thrust and we built up a steady rhythm that was going to take us over the top.

I placed my hands next to hers, four palms on the mirrored wall. We looked at our reflection as our fucking took on an intensity that we both knew would lead to something explosive. My hips slammed into her ass, and the smacking sound of flesh meeting flesh was unmistakable. We were breathing hard, sweating, fucking, and doing our best to not be heard. It was hard to be fucked so well and not want to scream to the world.

I hunched down and began to pump Angie with all my might; in and out, in and out, over and over, sliding so easily into her tight pussy. Under normal circumstances I know she would have been screaming for me to fuck her harder, fuck her faster. But we did our best to maintain some dressing room decorum. At one point I couldn't help it and smacked her ass hard with my open palm. She grunted as I did and I slapped her again. 

The talking ceased next door and there was no doubt that, despite our best efforts, we had been heard. But I didn't care and neither did Angie. We were at the doorstep of an incredible mutual orgasm and we kept up the pace. Suddenly I felt Angie's body start to stiffen again, just as it had before.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" she declared; not too loudly, but loud enough to be heard through the thin walls. 

I pounded into her, grasping her hips and plowing my dick into her tight cunt, as I felt the walls of her pussy spasm on my cock. I couldn't resist anymore. The feeling of her pussy pulsing on my dick shaft was too much for me to handle. I moaned loudly as I erupted inside her deepest recesses; ropes of hot white cum pumping into her waiting cunt. We were both breathing heavy and fucked our way through one spasm after the other; slowly winding down as we leaned against the wall and looked at our red-faced, sweaty bodies reflected in the mirror. 

"Holy shit, Angie. That was incredible."

I moved back to sit down on the chair. She looked at her watch. 

"Oh my God. I've got to get back to work," she exclaimed.

She pulled her camisole up, rearranged her thong to cover her freshly fucked pussy and wiggled back into her skirt. I just sat there watching this beauty dress as my cock hung lazily between my legs.

She quickly donned her blouse, looked at herself in the mirror and tried to adjust everything.

"Do I look okay?" she asked me.

I smiled.

"You look like you've just been fucked standing doggie in the dressing room," I smiled. "Yeah. You look great."

She smiled and told me to let her go first and then follow in a few minutes. I asked her to wrap up my purchases and I'd be out to pay in a few. We could still hear giggles in the dressing room next door and didn't know if they were giggling about teenage things or about hearing someone fuck in the adjoining room. It didn't matter, really. Angie opened the door, peered though, then snuck out quickly.

"See you in a few minutes," she whispered.

I took my time getting dressed. But as I was getting ready to leave, I heard a moan from the dressing room next to us. I guess someone had been listening to us fuck and it had excited them. I smiled to myself as I left the teenage moans and headed back to the lingerie department.

When I emerged, Angie was back behind the counter and writing up my purchase. Another saleswoman had joined Angie and we played it very cool and calm. She wrapped up my purchases, handed me my receipt and thanked me for my business. I looked at the receipt and saw she had written her cell number on the top. 

I smiled at her wickedly, she gave me an innocent wave and I headed out the door. I love shopping for lingerie.



The Dressing Room



I never advocate anyone breaking the law. So if you are under 18 and reading this, get off my page and get off of Lit. If you read this story and get ideas about acting it out, don't. I think in most states it would constitute a felony, but I did not consult with an attorney to reach that conclusion. Better to leave the fantasy in your mind than to be found out...or is it?

*

We walked the store, first apart, looking at things, but then magnetically pulled back to each other's side. You showed me the things you picked; I smiled because some of the items were the same as mine. "These are pretty," you commented on my other selections. We browsed further, sharing a secret smile when we noticed a younger couple in their 20s shopping together, their hands clasped tightly as if nervous. She would turn into him every once in a while, as if she was trying to hide.

As you ran your hand down my back, resting it just above my ass, you leaned in to whisper "I'm proud of you for not hiding." Your breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my back. My eyes lit up at hearing you were pleased.

After browsing for a bit longer, together this time, we made our way to the dressing room. You sat on the stool in the corner of the room and watched me. I turned my back to hang the items on the hook and glanced over my shoulder at you. You had a slight smile on your face, as if you were trying to be serious and failing. My hands were in front of me, hidden from you. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and slid it down my back, my hair falling against my shoulders. I turned to glance at you again, to see if you were watching me. You had shifted forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped in front of you. I hoped they were clasped because you were fighting the impulse to reach out and touch me.

"You are so beautiful," I heard you softly whisper, knowing you were again admiring my lower back, my shoulder blades, my hair cascading over my shoulders.

I smiled back at you as I looked over my shoulder. "You're making me blush, my kind sir." 

I unbuttoned my jeans, why I'm not sure since I was trying on bras. My thumbs, hooked into the waist at my sides, slowly began to inch downward as I again turned to look at you. I watched you watching me as I slid my jeans further down, shifting so my left hip was slightly raised. I saw a glint in your eyes as I moved to slide the jeans further. When they were to the floor, and I was bent at the waist, I peeked again at you. I saw what I thought was hunger. Or perhaps it was surprise.

"What are those plain string bikini panties doing there?" you asked, your tone the serious one you use to make my knees weak.

I arched back up, running my hands across my legs, over my ass. Reaching my arms behind me, I unhooked my bra and slid the strap off my left shoulder, then my right. I held it in place for a moment and turned to see you. With a slight nod from you, I dropped the bra. My nipples were hard even though the store was warm. I turned to reach for one of the things we had picked together. As I moved to put it on, I stepped closer to you. You could smell the scent of me, the musky smell that says "I want you."

You watched me try on the new item, turning to admire myself, perhaps mentally scolding me when I frowned at the parts of my body that I'm still working on. I was relishing the black lace against my skin as I checked the fit of the bra. "I like it" you murmured quietly. You laughed with me when I bent over to shake my shoulders to make sure I wouldn't unnecessarily pop out. 

Finding the item acceptable, I moved to take it off. You stood and walked the two steps to me and reached behind to unclasp it for me. I slid it away as you bent to kiss me lightly, tenderly. With your hands upon my shoulders, you suddenly moved me roughly against the wall. Your mouth fell to my breasts, one hand pinning my shoulder against the wall, the other kneading my naked breast, pulling, tugging at my nipple. Keeping your hand there, you moved your mouth to my ear and said, in a rough whisper, "Beg," your fingers digging into me at the force of the word.

My knees grew weak at the pleasurable pain you were inflicting upon me. I remained silent as my mouth found yours and locked on, hungry for the taste of you. You returned the kiss, roughly searching with your tongue, as your knee ground into my clit. You released my nipple. Still pinning my shoulder to the wall, you tenderly trailed your fingers toward my panties, causing my skin to prickle. Gently you slid your finger into the waist band. And then you roughly ripped the panties from me, the string bikini giving away at your strength.

"Naked and mine, all mine," you hissed. 

Keeping me pinned, you unbuttoned your belt and your slacks with one hand, our lips pressed together. You broke contact, and again whispered "Beg." I remained steadfast in my silence. Your cock finally free brushed the fire between my legs, almost teasingly. Your free hand slid to my clit and began a light feather circling. Unable to resist, I whispered, "Please fuck me sir." 

You smiled slightly, but kept the gentle circling, contrasted with the strength of you still pinning my shoulder to the wall. Your smile took on that evil glint in your eye as you said "Beg, slut."

You reached further into me, sliding a finger along my slit. I was wet and as you brought your finger to my mouth, you held it just before my lips, out of my reach. As you held the moment a bit longer, I flicked my tongue out to try to catch a taste, but you only moved it out of my reach. I pleaded "I need it, please let me taste." You slid your finger into my mouth and our lips joined again. Your cock brushed against me again.

You grabbed my thigh, shoving my legs apart. Holding me against the wall, your other hand returned to my pussy and reached further back, playing lightly along my ass, finding the other pleasure zones so easily. I wrapped my leg around you, trying to propel you into me but you pulled against the pressure. "Fuck me, I need you to fuck me, please sir, please," I begged, my voice taking on a hungry whine. You smiled and slid your cock into me, filling me, fulfilling me. I moaned, my head falling forward at the feeling of completeness when our bodies melded as one.

You began to grind roughly against me; I responded in kind. The hand pinning my shoulder was suddenly covering my mouth, as if you meant to stifle my moans. "My good cunt" you roughly whispered as you thrust into me. The grinding became unbearable and my eyes pleaded with you as I tried to get a muffled "Please" out. You did not release me, but only thrust harder. I thought about biting your hand so I could be free to beg, but I didn't want to hurt you. And still you ground against me, thrusting into me, impaling me on your cock. My one foot was on tip toes. My calf began to burn and when you finally released my mouth I said in a heated rush, "Please, sir, let me cum."

You did not answer but continued to fuck me. I realized you were watching us in the mirror and I turned to look with you. I grew weak again from being able to see your ass flex with each thrust and unable to contain myself, I said in a loud pant, "Please fucking let me cum."

You leaned into my ear and said "you are my sweet girl, cum now." I flooded my juices all over your cock and you slammed into me a few more times before I felt you begin to throb inside me, filling me with your cum. We were spent and you held me there against the wall, resting your forehead on my shoulder, my hand trailing light streaks down your back, across your gorgeous ass. I felt the light, tender kisses you placed upon my shoulder, up my neck, across my cheek, ending in a tenderly passionate kiss at my lips. 

After we recovered our breathing, you slid out of me, taking my ripped panties to wipe yourself clean. I put my jeans back on, not bothering to do the same, so that I could feel your cum drip down my thigh. And then we realized someone was right outside the door, listening. We smiled at each other as I quickly finished dressing. Grabbing the only bra I tried on, we exited the room and smiled knowingly at the young couple standing outside our door, listening to us.

© 2011 Chiara_searches 



The Dressing Room



She hated shopping for clothes. She always felt like nothing fit well—she had to look at a hundred things to find one. And she hated spending money on an expensive dress she would only wear once or twice a year. But she wanted a nice party dress, something she hadn't bought for herself in a long time. 

He was being patient, searching the racks, chasing down sizes while she waited in the dressing room, flattering her about the things she tried on. They were in the dress department of a department store—their third store that evening. It was a weeknight so the store was empty. There was only one store clerk covering three dressing rooms across two departments.

She had bought a pair of black high heels a couple of weeks ago and had brought them with her to find a dress that matched. She stood in the changing room with three dresses that might work. The leading candidate was a black silk dress—you might even call it the 'little black dress'—it fit her well in the bust and didn't flare too much off her ass. It was short...maybe too short...but it was cute.

She called out to him to come to the doorway to see it on and within seconds he appeared. She stepped out of the dressing room. "What do you think?" He starred at her in awe and finally replied, "That's the dress, it fits great! Try it on with the shoes." She stepped back into the dressing room, slipped on the high heels, and stepped back out. She could tell by the look on his face that he liked it. "Do you think it fits okay?" she asked, never convinced that a dress like this looked good on her.

"It fits great! And it looks great with those heels. You're very hot!" he said with enthusiasm. She didn't believe him, mostly because it was hard for her to believe it herself, but she did think it looked good.

"Let me try on the others," she said. She tried on the next two dresses, calling him to the doorway for each, but he wanted the black dress. "Try on the black dress again—I really think that's the one!"

She stepped back into the dressing room and changed into the black dress. She slipped on the high heels and admired herself in the full length mirror. Just as she took another turn in front of the mirror, she heard a tap on the dressing room door. "It's me, let me in," he whispered.

She opened the door and he slipped into the dressing room. "What are you doing?!?" she asked, surprised by his intrusion. "I want to see the dress," he said. "You can't be in here!" she exclaimed. "Sure I can—there's nobody out there. Let me see."

There wasn't much room between them, but she took a step back and he admired the dress. "That's the dress. It looks great!" he said encouragingly.

"You don't think it's too short?" she asked, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Absolutely not—it's perfect," he replied. He stood behind her as they faced the mirror and suddenly slipped his hands around her waist. "It's beautiful. You're beautiful." And he leaned over and started to kiss her neck. For a few seconds she didn't resist, but then pulled away. "What are doing?" she asked, knowing what he was doing...

"Kissing your neck," he replied, and he started kissing it again. She didn't resist but said, "Well, you shouldn't do that in here." This time he pressed his body directly against her back and she felt the bulge in his pants press against her ass. He had an erection!

He started to kiss the top of her back where the dress wasn't completely zipped. She closed her eyes and for a minute enjoyed the light kisses on her skin. But again she pulled away saying, "We shouldn't do this in here." But as she spoke, he took the dress zipper and in one, smooth motion unzipped it completely, the back panels falling open to expose her back all the way to the top of her underwear. He knelt on the floor and started to kiss the center of her back, following her spine to the edge of her underwear.

Again she didn't resist. She was aroused, excited by his touch, but more excited by the forbidden location...the potential of getting caught. She didn't know how far to let him go, but she realized she wanting him right now in this dressing room.

He stood up, turned her and slipped the dress off her shoulders, helping her step out of it. He laid it on the bench built-in to the back wall of the dressing room, and then turned his attention to her panties, helping her step out of them.

Now she stood before him in nothing but a bra and black high heels. He knelt again, this time facing her and began to kiss her breasts and abdomen, moving to her pussy. He widened her stance and her labia parted to reveal her moistness. He began to kiss her hairless region, finally slipping his tongue between her labia and licking all the way from her opening to the top of her clit.

She was overwhelmed by the excitement she felt and powerless to stop him. She wanted to cum and she took his head in her hands and pulled his lips tighter against her region. He began to lick her clit. She shifted her weight from side to side trying to adjust the contact his mouth had with her. Suddenly he licked the perfect spot. "RIGHT...THERE..." she exclaimed. And he began the lick the tip of her erect clitoris.

It only took another minute before she climaxed, her body convulsing with each wave of her orgasm. She moaned, too loud for a dressing room, then reached down and pulled him to his feet. "I want you inside me," she demanded and began to undo his belt and unzip his pants. His pants and underwear dropped to his ankles and he lifted her against the wall of the dressing room and slid his cock inside her wet vagina. He pressed her against the wall, holding her ass in his hands, moving back and forth inside her. She brought her legs into the air and wrapped them around him as he pressed her against the wall.

Suddenly from outside the dressing room door, the sales clerk asked, "Everything alright in there? Need me to bring you a different size?" He stopped moving inside her and they fell silent. He whispered in her ear, "Answer her."

"No, um...I'm fine...um...just one more dress to try on. We'll...I mean, I'll be right out."

"Okay, if you need anything just let me know." They heard the attendant walk away and she whispered to him, "We've got go." But the pleasure was too great to stop so she let him continue to fuck her.

Within a few more thrusts he exploded inside her, thrusting four or five final times before he eased her off his cock. They dressed and she left ahead of him to make sure it was clear for him to leave the dressing room. They paid for the dress and left the department store, giggling to each other as they walked down the mall.

The stores were open for another 30 minutes. They came to a lingerie store. He teasingly asked her, "Interested in some lingerie to go with your new dress?" And to his surprise she said, "Sure, but you can buy me something—I'm going to the cosmetic store to get my face soap before they close."

"Any purchasing guidelines?" he asked as she started to walk away. "How about something with a crotch?!" she joked. "That's no fun!" he replied, but she didn't hear him as she walked down the mall.

He walked through the tables and racks of lingerie admiring the displays—he felt like a kid in candy store. He had just had an orgasm with her in the dressing room, but thinking about buying her some sexy lingerie made him hard again. There were too many choices, but he knew he better only buy one thing if there was any chance of getting her to wear it.

While he shopped, she went to her favorite cosmetics store to buy the face soap she liked. But she couldn't help thinking about the sex they had just had in the dressing room—how the risk at getting caught had heightened the excitement, and how passionately he had fucked her. And now he was buying her lingerie...she wondered what he would buy and if it would be practical enough to wear with real clothes, or if it would be for the bedroom only. In the end she decided it didn't matter...she felt sexy right now after their dressing room passion and she wanted to wear whatever lingerie he bought.

They met up at the mall exit and walked to the car. He was carrying a bag from the lingerie store. "What did you get me?" she asked. "I'll show you later," he taunted. Then he asked, "Want to get a beer?"

She agreed and they went to their favorite neighborhood bar on the way to their house. After they got their first beer, she couldn't help but ask about the dressing room incident. "What made you come into the dressing room?" she asked without mentioning the sex they had.

"I couldn't stand it anymore. I'd been watching you try on dresses all evening and that black dress was driving me crazy—you looked so hot in it!" he exclaimed. "We got a little carried away, didn't we?"

"We got carried away alright! But I liked it. I didn't realize until it was happening how the risk kind of turned me on. I don't think I have a fetish for sex in public places, but just the spontaneousness of it and the unconventional place really excited me," she explained.

"Are you aroused right now thinking about it?" he asked.

"Kind of....yeah I am. And knowing you were buying me lingerie was exciting too," she replied. They finished their first beers and ordered another round.

What else would arouse you right now?" he asked.

"I don't know..." She was reluctant to say.

"Come on, tell me. What would make you hot right now?" he pressed.

"Maybe you telling me what to do. Something wild and risky. "I don't know..." Her answer trailed off, embarrassed to share he fantasies.

"So if I tell you to do something right now, you'll do it?" he asked. She wasn't sure how to answer, but she was aroused and wanted sex with him again—wanted to feel his mouth on her pussy—wanted to feel his thick cock deep inside her. The alcohol was letting down her inhibitions.

"Yes, I'll do what you say," she replied.

Over the table he handed her the bag from the lingerie store. She didn't realize he had brought it in from the car. "Go to the restroom and put this on," he requested.

"What is it?" she asked.

"You'll see. Go on."

She went to a stall in the restroom and took out the lingerie in the bag. It was black teddy with spaghetti straps and a snap crotch. It was actually very pretty despite the tight fitting lace cups for her breasts. She took off her clothes and her underwear and pulled the lace teddy over her head. It fit well and she felt very sexy in the lingerie. She put on her jeans and top, put her old underwear in the bag, and returned to the booth where he sat.

"Does it fit?" he asked.

"Yeah, it fits perfect." she replied.

"Do you like it?" She had to admit she did. And she had to admit it made her feel very amorous. "Yes, I like it—it's very sexy," she said. Then she nodded to the table. "What are these for?" There were two full shot glasses sitting on the table.

"I thought we'd do a shot." He pushed a shot glass towards her and pick up his. She picked up her glass and smelled the tequila. He counted "one, two, three" and they downed the shots. The liquor burned going down her throat and she chased it with her beer.

Within a few minutes, they were on their third beer and the tequila was having its effect. She had a good buzz and all she could think about was the sex they had in the dressing room and the sexy lingerie she was now wearing. She could tell her vagina was wet from excitement and she wondered if he was hard.

He announced "let's go" and they paid the tab and left. Just a mile from their house, he detoured and pulled into a local park. He drove down the long road to a dimly lit parking lot. He backed into a parking spot in the far corner of the lot, out of the light cast by a distance street lamp and almost completely hidden by a huge oak tree.

"Let's get in back," he said, and they climbed into the back seat of their car. "I want to see the teddy I bought. Take off your clothes," he commanded. She unbuttoned her shirt to reveal the black lace cupping her breasts—one nipple escaped out the top of the teddy. She lay back on the seat and he helped her off with her shoes and jeans. It was so crowded in the backseat that he knelt between her legs on the seat, and out of habit she wrapped them around his sides.

He hovered over her and she unbuttoned his shirt. He pulled it off over his head to reveal his chest, his tan muscular arms dimly lit by the distant light. She could smell his cologne and she began to run her fingers through his chest hairs and down his arms.

He leaned into her and began to kiss her neck, following the straps of the teddy down to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts through the black lingerie and felt her erect nipples underneath the sheer cloth. The teddy's spaghetti straps fell off her shoulders and the sheer fabric fell away from her breasts revealing her erect nipples. He began to suck them, lightly biting each nipple while drawing them into his mouth and flicking them with his tongue.

She began to unbuckle his belt saying, "Take off your jeans," and in one motion he took off both his jeans and underwear, kicking his shoes off inside his pant legs. Without warning he unsnapped the crotch of her new lingerie and entered her with his hard cock. She wasn't expecting him so soon and had to adjust her ass on the car seating, laying back further and raising her legs into the air.

He began to fuck her hard and fast and she knew he would climax within seconds. She was overwhelmed, her head buzzing from the alcohol, her pussy filled with his cock, her own breathing so fast she was unable to catch her breath.

Thrusting deeply, he exploded, his body shaking from the intense pleasure. Finally he withdrew, knelt on the floor of the backseat and began to search her pussy with his finger, finding her labia wet from her own moisture and his cum. He began to masturbate her clit and within seconds she was on the brink of orgasm. She contorted her hips and spread her legs. He found the exact spot and she commanded, "RIGHT...THERE!"

She climaxed—the waves of her orgasm pulsed through her pussy again and again. Her legs finally clamped around his fingers to stop the masturbation—it was too intense and she had to let it subside. "I want you inside me," she moaned. But he hadn't recovered from his orgasm, so with two fingers he entered her wet vagina and began to stroke her. He brought her legs into the air so he could penetrate her as far as his fingers would reach. But after a minute she said, "Stop. Come here."

With a bit of gymnastics, they switched places—she knelt on the car floor while he laid down on the backseat. She began to suck his cock. He was semi-erect at first, but as she began to take him deep into her mouth, he became hard. Once he was erect, she straddled him and lowered herself onto his stiff shaft. In one long thrust he was deep inside her and she began to ride him up and down. He grabbed her breasts and began to massage, then sucked each nipple. She steadied her balance with her hands against his chest.

"You need to cum," she demanded and pounded him harder—deep and fast. He focused on the task and within a few more strokes he climaxed, raising her in the air with his hips so her head grazed on the ceiling of the car. Finally she fell against his chest as his cock went limp inside her.

They were hot and sweaty and the air inside the car was still. The windows were steamed over. She told him she wanted to go home and clean up—after all he had cum inside her three times tonight! They dressed and he drove home. He ran her a hot bath, lit several candles and poured her a glass of wine. While she soaked, he took a shower in their other bathroom. When he came back to their bedroom fully expecting to go to bed, she had moved the candles to their bedside tables and lit several more. She lay on top of the bedspread completely naked.

"You owe me an orgasm," she said at the same time she spread her legs to invite him in. "I want you to take charge...dominate me."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked. She had never made this request before and he wondered if the alcohol was doing the talking. "Yes, I'll do whatever you tell me."

He admired her beautiful body, the candlelight flickering across her breasts and smooth legs. "Hold on a minute," he told her, and went into their closet. He emerged with four of his neckties. He went to each corner of the bed and tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. He tied her tight so she couldn't get free, and he tied her legs as far apart as they would go. At one point she warned him he had tied a wrist too tight and he loosened it slightly.

When he was done tying her to the bed, he took off the t-shirt and shorts he had put on after his shower and stood nude next to her outstretched body on the bed. He began to run his fingers from her wrists, down her outstretched arms, across her breasts, down her stomach, and down her legs to her tied ankles. He brought his fingers back up her body and circled her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, then finishing his excursion back to her hands. He repeated this several times, finally settling on her breasts where he began to massage her beautiful mounds of flesh pressed by gravity against her chest. He leaned over and began to suck her nipples, lightly at first, then taking as much breast into his mouth as would fit. He altered between French kissing her and sucking her nipples. Then he began to kiss her abdomen, descending to her pussy where he started to kiss her smooth, hairless region.

He climbed between her legs and started to French kiss her opening. With her legs tied wide apart, he had complete access to her labia, and began to kiss and lick passionately using his tongue to explore the folds of skin in search of her clit. He sucked her labia into his mouth, fondling the skin with his tongue, then slipped his tongue into her pussy as far as it would reach.

She twisted her hips under his mouth trying to position her clit in the right location, but she couldn't move—she was defenseless to his onslaught of passion. Then he took his tongue and began to probe for her clit, licking her up and down and using his fingers to pull her labia apart to gain complete access. He covered her pussy with his mouth and began to suck her clit.

She went wild, trying to pull her legs into the air and free her hands, but she couldn't move as he continued to lick her clit. He could tell he had found the exact spot to drive her mad and began to apply a consistent stroke with his tongue. Her head and shoulders rose off the bed and she announced, "I'M CUMMING!" After a final moment of stroking her clit, the first wave of orgasm exploded through her pussy and she started to moan loudly in unison with each pulse of the climax. "Ahh...ahh...ahh...ahh," she cried out.

"Untie...my...legs...untie me," she commanded, and he untied each leg, then her wrists. As he untied her last arm, she ordered him to make love to her. He mounted her, inserted his hard cock and carefully slid deep inside her wet pussy. She immediately brought her legs around his ass and repeatedly drew him deep inside. She loved the feeling of his thickness inside her after an orgasm and now wanted him to cum for the fourth time that night!

He held himself above her with his arms like a push-up as they thrust in unison. "Can you come again?" she asked. "I think so," he panted, knowing he could. She leaned up and began to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and drawing his tongue into hers. Her passion heightened his excitement and within seconds he pulled away and cried out, "I'M CUMMING!"

His orgasm was fast and after only a few more thrusts he collapsed beside her, exhausted from the entire evening of passion. She was exhausted too. They had fucked in the store, in the backseat of their car, and now in bed. She was completely spent. She turned on her side and spooned against his body. He pulled a blanket over their shoulders and within minutes they were fast asleep.



The Dressing Room



My name is Lydia. I am your average 19 year old female. I'm 5'3'', 128 lbs, and have pretty nice curves. The only difference between me and the others.. I'm still a virgin.

It's not that I'm not interested in sex, I just never found the one person I wanted to engage in sexual activities with; until one day, while I was shopping in the mall with my mother.

My mother had pulled off several dresses off the racks of the department store for me to try on. She didn't say much, just piled the clothing high into my arms. When I had 17 different cuts and styles of dresses, she ushered me into the dressing room and waited outside.

I only needed one dress, that's all. Just one. I had a huge party coming up for my friend's 21st birthday and we were going clubbing, which is something I have never done. My mom insisted I look decent and not wear my typical jeans and a t-shirt. I just rolled my eyes.

After I tried about 3 dresses, my mom peeked her head into the curtain of the dressing room and told me she was going to go grab a few more things. I just nodded and went back to my monotonous task of trying to find a dress.

I was rudely interrupted.

I had just turned my back to the curtain after sliding this crimson red sparkling tube top dress up my waist when someone ran into the dressing room I was in and knocked me head first into the mirror. She quickly turned around, eyes wide.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry!"

"Um, this one is occupied, obviously. Could you please go to the next room?" I asked.

She just stood there and stared at me. A guy walking down through the dressing rooms hallway was yelling out "Mandy" at the top of his lungs. She just put her finger over her lip and shushed me. When she was certain he was gone, she dropped her finger and smiled.

"I'm Mandy. Again, I am so sorry for bumping into you. That was Rex, my ex boyfriend. I just broke up with him and he thinks he can chase me around this entire fucking mall to get me back. And you are?" She held out her hand.

"I'm annoyed and trying on dresses. Could you please just go?"

Mandy just moved her body to the seat in the room and curled her legs up to her body. I could tell she was set on not leaving this room so she wouldn't have to deal with her ex. I just rolled my eyes and pulled the tube top dress up all the way, adjusted my 34C breasts and looked in the mirror. My mother was crazy if she thought this dress was any type of appropriate.

"I like that one. It looks good on you." Mandy said.

I looked over at her and just rolled my eyes. How could this random stranger be sitting in my dressing room telling me what she likes? I quickly removed the dress and threw it at her. "Here, you can buy it!" I pulled my jeans up and threw my shirt on and stumbled out the room. I met my mom and grabbed her arm and quickly ushered her out of the mall. She was dumbfounded, but obliged.

The next day, I went to another store, by myself. I figured I could successfully pick an ensemble out that would be appropriate for me. I walked into "Bel Heirs" which was a fancy upscale clothing store on the strip. To my surprise, there was this freak of nature working there that so conveniently interrupted me the day before. "Hi, welcome to Bel Heirs" she boasted with a smile. She quickly moved over to me and, upon realizing who I was, stepped back a bit. "Wow, I can't believe it's you. I feel like I never got to formally apologize for yesterday."

"It's whatever. I need a dress. Can you please help me and just forget about yesterday?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded her head. After about 5 minutes of her rustling through shelves, she found 3 dresses she thought would fit me and pointed me to the dressing rooms.

"You're not going to barge in again, are you?" I asked.

"Only if you want me to," she said with a wink.

I went into the first room and quickly stripped. I hadn't worn underwear today so I could make sure the dress would fit me tightly and show no inappropriate lines. I slid the first dress up but I couldn't get it zipped all the way. "Shit!" I yelled.

Mandy knocked on the door and asked me if everything was okay. When I told her my troubles, she peeked her head inside the door and asked to come in to help. I obliged, but only because she had already seen me naked anyways.

As she was zipping the dress up, I could clearly see her face in the mirror. She was beautiful. She had reddish brown hair that curved her face perfectly. Her eyes were a light grey color and her smile was radiant. I hadn't realized she was done zipping until she caught my eyes staring at her in the mirror. She took her hands and ran them down my arms to my waist, then grabbed my hips and smiled.

"It's a perfect fit."

For some odd reason, her running her hands down my arms gave me electric sparks flying through my system. If I were ice, I would've quickly melted there on the floor by the heat her touch radiated through my body. I spun around and looked directly into her eyes and then she did the unthinkable.

She kissed me.

Her lips were so soft and plump against mine. They moved in perfect rhythm with mine. Her tongue slid into my mouth slowly and caressed my tongue as her hands moved back to my ass and she grabbed it. My pussy began throbbing and tingling, begging for more. As we kissed, I felt her hand go up my back and slowly unzip the back of the dress. She then kissed me from my cheek down to my neck and bit at it lightly, just as her hands were removing the dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. My head was spinning, my heart pounding, and my thoughts swirling. I wanted this girl. I had never wanted someone so badly in my life like the way I wanted her.

She kissed down my chest and then slowly flicked her tongue against my nipple before her mouth took in the whole thing and began to suck. My hands found way to her hair and I rolled my neck back and let a small moan ripple through my body. Her lips went to my other nipple and sucked on it with the same intense pleasure as the first. 

She then pulled away and asked me to stand on the bench. It didn't take long after I climbed up before she had pulled the dress all the way off my body. Her lips gently kissed around my belly button as her right hand moved up my left leg, then she grabbed my leg and threw it on top of her shoulder. She kissed my inner thigh and then I felt her tongue glide ever so softly over the top of my freshly shaven pussy lips. I was already soaking wet from the nipple play. She looked up at my and smiled, and then her fingers parted my pussy lips and she began sucking on my clit. My right hand grabbed and tugged on her hair as my left hand grabbed the clothing rack bar tightly. I had never had anyone touch me in my private spots, let alone lick and suck on them.

She began digging her face into my pussy, pulling and sucking on my clit with her lips. Her left hand slid up and found my dripping wet virgin hole and two fingers slowly circled around the opening lightly. I moaned and pulled her hair harder just as she darted those fingers into my dark abyss. She quickly began thrusting them in and out of me as she was sucking on my clit. I bit my lower lip and moaned louder, the sound echoed off the dressing room walls.

I began grinding against her fingers and her mouth. I was nearing an orgasm and she could feel it. She pushed her fingers in deeper, curving the tips of her fingers to hit my most sacred spot. I squealed just as my body came under the pressure. My juices flowed all over her hands and dripped down my leg. She slowly removed her fingers, licked all the juices up from my thigh and then began sucking on my still dripping hole. I could feel her tongue darting in and out of me gently and then she pulled back and dropped my leg down. I slid down the wall with a plop and her lips found mine. I could taste my sweet nectar on her tongue. I had never tasted myself but I was pleased with it.

She then pulled back and looked at me, brushing a few strands of hair from my face.

"Can I ask you what your name is?" she said with a smile.

I let out a huge breathe of exhaustion and let her know who I was.

Mandy and I began a relationship after that moment. We both agreed she "formally" apologized for the mishap the first time we met. I found ways to escape my parent's house to be with her every day. We haven't graduated to dildos and strap-ons just yet, but she has bought them with promises that we will someday get to that point.



The Dressing Room



Chapter 1

I was one of the lucky college graduates, out of school and happily employed in a career that I love that also pays pretty well. Yes, I did major in a field that actually had jobs available unlike some of my friends who went for what most interested them but then didn't seem to result in a viable career at the end.

So, I'd been out a few years, now twenty-four, also happily single after being in a relationship where it became more apparent each month that I was involved with a man who seemed to exhibit narcissistic, Machiavellian, or sociopathic, tendencies that worsened the longer I was involved with him. Retrieving my sanity, I rid myself of him months ago and had pretty much gotten over that mistake.

Now feeling free of him and feeling much, much better about myself, I took the afternoon off to do a little shopping, a little 'girly-shopping' at Victoria's Secret, a place I love to go to feel better about myself.

I don't feel out of place there, not at all. I'm five-five, weigh one hundred and eleven pounds and measure thirty--four, twenty-four, thirty-six. They're just on the border of B- and C-cups, for you guys out there. Oh, and they're nice and firm and my breasts curve up so my nipples point right at a guy's eyes (and lips).

I'm light-skinned all over and have off-the-shoulder ash-blond hair and gray-green eyes. My lips are pink and full enough that I often just wear a gloss and it's handy for those times when I don't want to leave a red smear around the base of a guy's cock. 

Well, now you know one other thing about me. Well, two, really. First, I'm not shy about sex and, second, I love to suck cocks. There are some of us, guys, there really are. I'll just never forget the first time I slid my nervous, quivering lips over the crown of Barnes Thompson's chubby, fat cock and sucked on it. Oh, when I felt those hot pulses of his semen spurt into my mouth as he groaned in pure ecstasy, well, I sucked him every day after that.

Well, that's not exactly true, it was more like two or three times a day after that. During summer, four, maybe more. Yes, I loved it and, yes, I still do. He had his ways of making me a happy girl as well.

So, I'm wandering around Victoria's Secret looking at this and that, lifting things up to see how they hang, sometimes holding them up to me in front of a mirror. I had noticed a man, an older man, like fifties or so, who seemed to be in the part of the store I was in, always twenty or so feet away.

He was a tall, distinguished-looking man, a man's height always attracts me. Being five-five, I like a man towering over me when he's between my legs.

He was also quite trim and handsome with wavy gray hair and glistening blue eyes. If he was following me, I certainly didn't mind, not in such a public venue, and, well, I rather liked the idea that a nice-looking man was attracted by what he saw. It gave me a bit of a tingle and you girls know exactly where, right?

So, when I lifted up a nightie to my chest, I heard, "Excuse, me, might I make a suggestion?"

I turned and looked at him saying, "I suppose. It's rather unusual for a man to offer his opinion to a total stranger about negligees but, sure, why not."

"I would suggest the black embroidered one with the white trim. It just seems to suit you perfectly."

I had just held it up to me before so I put down the one I had in my hands and brought up the black one he preferred and he added, "Oh, yes, that's just for you."

Was I flattered? Was I intrigued? Oh, yes, most definitely.

"Does your wife know you go around giving advice about lingerie to women in Victoria's Secret?"

"Oh, I suppose she might mind if I were married but I'm not attached in the least, how about you?" he asked smiling.

Was I beginning to really like this whole unfolding episode? Oh, was I ever.

So, I extended my hand, saying, "I'm Carly McClain."

His hand softly took mine with the other clasped gently over it as he said, "Eric Bremer, lovely to meet you."

Then, feeling really turned-on, I asked in my sweetest tone, "Would you like to see it when I get it on?"

I figured, what the hell, I was sure horny, even if nothing happened, I'd go home and have a hell of a session with 'Big-Max,' my favorite jumbo vibrator.

"I'd much rather help you put it on, if I might?"

He didn't blush, he didn't hesitate in the least, no, he was full of confidence which is something I find very attractive in a man.

I stood there a second, then looked around and said, "Follow me," and we went to the fitting rooms and I nonchalantly told the attendant that my husband wanted to see it on and we went right into the last room and I began to undress as he took a condom packet from his pocket and put it on the shelf.

"You travel prepared," I gushed as I got my blouse off when his arms went around me, pulling me to him, kissing me, our mouths open and hungry, while he pushed the hooks together and I felt my bra loosen. We kissed for several minutes as his hands pulled my bra off then took my breasts while my hand was down feeling his rock-hard cock. I knew then.

My hands came up as I began unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. We then stepped away from each other and quickly finished disrobing while we looked at each other eagerly.

My new friend, Eric Bremer, was trim and sturdy under his clothing with a tuft of graying hair in the middle of his chest but his cock was bare, he shaved like so many younger men did these days. Once they caught on that it made their cocks look bigger, the fad took off like wildfire. I do like the bare look myself, have been shaving ever since I began growing body hair.

I steadied myself in the corner with my right leg up on the bench and he knelt down and began licking me as I held his head to me. His hands were roving over me sending me higher and higher with every feverish touch between us.

We had to be quiet, of course, though urban legend describes changing room fucks all the time, I just didn't want to make our stay difficult for the staff so I tried to control myself as he tongued me.

Finally, I whispered, "We need to do it," and he stood up, opened the condom packet and rolled it on and pushed up inside me which was pretty easy as wet as I was. Oh, did he feel good.

"You're quite a beautiful woman, Carly McClain. I'm the luckiest man there is and I'd love nothing better than to continue this extraordinary stroke of luck."

I laughed a bit at his use of the word, stroke, as his cock slid back and forth while I was clenching down on it.

But, I panted, "I think I might like that, Mister Bremer," and he whispered, "You shall have your wish. This is wonderful."

It was so arousing, so naughty and bad to be fucking a virtual stranger in a Victoria's Secret fitting room that when he first pushed his thick cock up into me so eagerly, I almost cummed right then.

I usually take some time to reach orgasm but I can do it quickly at times and have done multiples which is a true gift that I'm so thankful for. I found that out when I was sixteen and my older sister gave me a vibrator for my birthday. She also gave me a twelve-pack of batteries for it, I think she knew how horny her little sister was those days.

The third day she asked me how I liked it and I told her. Then she asked, "What's your pussy look like?" and I really didn't know so I slipped my shorts and panties off and looked at my bright red pussy lips. She went right to her room and brought me back a bottle of lube. See why I love my sister?

I was trying for an orgasm rather than just letting one build which is what I ordinarily do and he was certainly helping me along with his fingers over my clit. So, after about five minutes of muted but delicious fucking, my whole body seized and I gripped him tight to me while I trembled and shook standing there propped against the corner of the cubicle.

Then, he pushed hard into me as he gripped me tight and we kissed, our tongues caressing madly.

It was crazy, it was risky, it was even slutty. But, was I getting the best fuck I'd had in a long time as he drove up into me over and over while I hung onto his neck. Then he pushed up into me and kept it there while I wiggled and writhed on him which sent me spiraling upward into a massive orgasm.

I almost always have great ones anyway but if you put me into a public place or where I am likely to be seen or caught, those times always rocket me straight up like a moon shot. I loved the danger and taboo of fucking someone I didn't really know right there in the changing room at Victoria's Secret.

I held it all in, deciding it would go home and later that night bury my head in my pillow and scream as loud and long as I so wanted to at that moment.

Then, he pushed hard into me driving my butt tight against the wall as I felt him discharge deep into me. Our lips locked together hard as we both gripped each other tightly.

"Oh, my dear, I truly hope this will not be our only time. Please let me buy you the negligee and then take you to dinner, I know just the place. Do you like Champagne?"

Chapter 2

Well. He was handsome, quite self-assured and well-proportioned.

"I'd love to join you, even though I think my hair and makeup may be a bit mussed," I replied as he slowly pulled his cock out and took off the condom.

We began getting dressed as he took his phone and hit a few numbers.

"Yes, this is Eric Bremer. I'll be bringing a special friend soon, say about six-thirty, and would like that nice table in the corner, the table for two, back away from the main dining area. Yes, that's the one. Good, have Chef plan a meal for us if you will. See you then," and he clicked off.

Rather impressive, I thought as we readied ourselves to see if the staff had perhaps figured out what we'd been up to.

"One last kiss...at least for now, my dear," he said as he leaned over and gave me the softest kiss I think I'd ever had. I didn't but I almost swooned. What a romantic man; and one who knew what he wanted.

We left the changing room, he paid for my purchase and we walked out into the mall. I looked at the clock and it was five-thirty.

"Here, Carly, we'll put you back just like new," he said and led me into a spa salon and asked them to do whatever I wanted.

I was pampered and combed-out by one woman and turned over to another who redid my makeup better than I'd ever done. I looked better than ever as I walked back out to the front where he was waiting.

As he got up, I stood forward and kissed him thanks and we went to the parking lot.

"Oh, here, you should know who you're with," and he handed me his business card, a thin vellum of obvious quality where I read that I was in the hands of a thoracic surgeon. Well, well.

"I expect my mother would relax, unless you have these printed up just to go out and pick up young women," I laughed.

"I'm afraid I'm not all that clever but you're giving me ideas. Ah, here we are," he said as he clicked his remote and the BMW sedan's doors unlocked. He, of course, let me in first and then whisked me to a restaurant that I'd certainly heard of but never eaten in, well, until this evening.

His reception there by the staff had this girl rather amazed, while perhaps they treat royalty even better, my Dr. Bremer and I were whisked to a table in the back of the restaurant, one that was by itself; this man knew what he was doing.

"Is this all right? It's a bit isolated where the unfortunate other diners tonight won't be able to enjoy your loveliness but I want you all for myself."

I expected some reference to our earlier coupling but he knew we both still had it on our minds and that it didn't need mentioning.

There was a chilled bottle of Champagne, a very nice one, at that, standing at our table which the maitre-d opened and poured for his approval. He nodded, then our glasses were filled.

We lifted them as he left us alone, Eric toasting, "To chance encounters in Victoria's Secret and to my very good fortune."

I laughed and said that it seemed we both had good fortune today.

"I can only speak for myself, my dear," he replied as he lifted his glass and sipped the rest. The waiter was somehow right on the button to refill our glasses as two other servers presented us with a cup of lobster bisque.

My first taste reminded me of our sex earlier, rich, smooth, luscious. My heart rate began to climb as the feelings came back to my pussy while I sat there with my new lover, for I had already decided that Doctor Eric Bremer was not going to disappear if I had anything to do with it.

We finished our soup course and he was holding my hand across the table when they brought our salads, each small, topped with lump crab and just so cool and delicious.

Our empty Champagne bottle was whisked away and soon our waiter brought out two red wine glasses and a bottle of French Burgundy which Eric looked at and nodded.

It was opened and he tasted a bit, nodded again, mine was poured, then his after.

We were talking as we had our dinner, a little about each other. It seems his wife died about six years ago and he'd never found a woman to take her place and I told him some about me, mostly the last few years, after all, I was twenty-four and I was now pretty sure that Eric was about sixty.

Did the age difference bother me?

I couldn't take my eyes off this man. He'd just nonchalantly given me the best sex I'd had in quite a while, even standing up in, what was pretty much, a public place. And he seemed quite at ease with the entire episode. How could I not be taken with this man, he was unlike any I'd ever known.

Did I want sex with him again?

Well, I can tell you that when I slipped my skirt back on at Victoria's Secret, I stuffed my panties in my purse.

As we finished our meals, it was a Chateaubriand for two, the most delicious meat I've ever had, he asked me if I wanted dessert. I simply slipped off my shoe and put my foot in his lap and rubbed it around as I smiled at him.

"Ah, we think alike, Carly, let's have dessert at my place. Then I'll whisk you back to your car at the mall and you can leave me with the enchanting memories of our first meeting. In the meantime, we need to plan our second one," he said softly as he signaled for the check.

As he signed the tab, I slipped my shoe back on and we went out and got into his car out front. Pulling away from the curb, I leaned leftward a bit and placed my palm on his crotch feeling his erection underneath.

"Hmm, I think you're having some naughty thoughts, Eric. Anything I can help with?" I teased.

We were soon ducking underground into a parking garage and we went right up the elevator to the top, the penthouse.

He'd slipped a plastic card in the slot to open the elevator door into his apartment and as it opened, the lights began to come on as we walked in. The far wall was a huge window which I went right for to look out at the glimmering city.

His arms came around me, his hands on my breasts as I felt him unbuttoning my blouse as he kissed and nibbled my neck. My breathing deepened as my arousal heightened and I slid my hand behind me to grip him. I let go long enough to allow him to slip my top off and unclasp my bra which dropped from my arms.

Then his hands were on my breasts again, exciting my nipples with his fingers as we stood there with the city below us. I didn't think anyone could see us but, truthfully, I really didn't care if we were seen. I was being caressed and kissed by a sexy man and they were not, they were only watching. I could now feel moisture running down my inner thigh.

His hand moved to loosen my skirt and it slid off to the floor leaving me naked in front of his window. Now, yes, I was hoping people would see us, I wanted them to watch his hands on my breasts, then both his hands dropped onto my stomach, then abdomen, then my pubic mound, softly rubbing my nakedness as I stood there for the city to see.

I spread my legs as I whispered, "I hope someone's seeing us, this is so hot, so erotic, you're making me go crazy, Eric."

"Just the way I want us both to be," he whispered in my ear as his tongue sealed the words in. His fingers curled up under me, spreading my juices over my hot lips, then pressing a finger up into me as his tongue licked along my neck and back making me shiver with delight. Oh, this man was sexy, so, so sexy.

I was expecting that he would whisk me off to his bed and have his way with me but, no, we stood there, him clothed, me naked, as he fingered me, now with his two index fingers up into me as the side of his right thumb rubbed over my clit. He just kept sending me higher and higher with his touches as the world looked on.

I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist but I was massively turned-on standing naked as my body, turned facing the window, was being so sensuously pleasured for all to see. Perhaps no one saw us that night but I'll never know and even if they didn't, oh, it was so erotic.

I began to whimper and tremble as his fingers worked inside me. This man was incredible. I was like jelly standing there as my whole body was engulfed in wave after wave of pure golden pleasure.

"Oh, Eric, oh, OOH, UUH, UUH, uh, ooh," I cried out as I climaxed for the city to see, now feeling limp in his arms. He reached around me and swept me up and marched into his bedroom and sat me in the chair while he quickly disrobed and turned down the bed. I could see his nakedness better now, yes, he was older but he looked powerful, his cock strong and thick and rigid.

He came to me, pulled me up to him and kissed me deeply, then led me to his bed. He crawled in to spread my legs and began kissing and licking his way up my legs.

I fully expected him to fuck me like a madman but, no, he was again taking his time, centering the attention on me, making me happy, making me delirious, actually, as his tongue edged closer and closer.

Then, the softest touch possible, right in the center between my legs. He held his tongue motionless for a minute as tingles spread outward driving me wild. Then, tiny little flicks straight up along my wet, excited crevice, making my heart pound and pound.

His fingers began to spread me apart as the flicking and tonguing became more intense, more firm and rigid. I exploded.

"OMIGOD, OHH, OHH, UHH, UHH, omigod, oh, oh, Eric, don't stop, ayhhh, ayhhh," I screamed as I felt my entire body melt away as I was engulfed in the longest, hardest, most wonderful orgasm of my life. It went on and on as he went on and on. This man was all lover, it was as simple as that. How on earth could he be single I thought as I lay there in a puddle of melting ecstasy.

Chapter 3

He looked up, smiled, then raised up, reached into the drawer next to the bed, took out a condom and put it on, then held his cock steady and pushed right up into me, penetrating me completely to where our bodies pressed tightly together and he just held himself tight, deep inside me while his strong hands massaged my breasts.

I began to make small movements along with flexing my pelvic muscles while he kept pushing into me. I'd never had sex quite this way and it felt really good, a calm, yet erotic kind of feeling.

Then his hips began to move backward and forward as his fingers rubbed my juices up over my clit. Oh, he knew a woman's body better than any man I'd ever known.

"I love your body, Carly, you're really quite beautiful but I'm sure many men have told you that. But now I'm telling you that and you're in my bed and I'm the luckiest man there is," he said softly gazing down at me.

"You're pretty nice, yourself. You must workout to keep looking so nice," I gushed.

"Not really, just lucky genes, I think."

I lifted my legs onto his shoulders as he slid so wonderfully in and out of my depths.




The Dressing Room



"Well, no matter what, I think you're quite handsome and charming; I'm rather liking this, Doctor Bremer, I'm rather liking this a lot. Do you often hang out in Victoria's Secret handing out advice on what women should buy?"

"The truth is, no, I don't. I'm not at all sure why I walked into the store today, I never have before, but there you were and I knew I had to say something. You're quite charming, yourself, Miss McLain."

He was quite hard and went slowly letting our passions mount, minute by minute, I was loving his loving and my body felt joyous underneath his as we were so wondrously connected.

I took his hands in mine and raised them over us as his hips swept back and forth as I felt my body tighten and tense, ready for that grand release of passion I knew was on its way.

Then he pushed hard down into me, holding himself fully inside me, pushing, pushing, as I exploded under him in a massive orgasm that filled the room with the brightest light imaginable. I shook and trembled and melted into his arms as he moved down to surround me in his arms to grip me tight as we kissed and kissed. It was magnificent. I wanted Doctor Eric Bremer to be mine.

"That was...simply ...wonderful, Eric," I panted as he kept moving slowly now. "Incredible."

"You inspire me, Carly, it's just that simple, it's you," he said as he softly kissed me.

"Sadly, it's late and I have surgery scheduled early tomorrow and I expect you'll need to go to your work as well. Those are the difficulties of life, I'm afraid. I wish it were otherwise," he said softly and pulled out of me, leaving an emptiness that I really felt.

We silently got dressed and he drove me back to my car. As we stood there in the empty parking lot kissing he told me that he wanted to see me the next evening and that he was going to get a current blood test to make sure he was free of any STD's and told me that I could give his card to the testing lab and have mine done if I wanted us to continue seeing each other.

It was quite a reasonable request for this day and age and I told him that it would please me to have it done with the idea that we would be together again.

One last, long kiss and I was driving home with one hand down in my panties, reminding myself of Doctor Eric Bremer, especially a lovely body part of Doctor Eric Bremer, one that I wanted inside me again, soon.

So, at my lunch hour, I went to have the blood sample taken. I wanted him again. And again.

About three, my cell rang and I looked at the display: Bremer, Eric, MD. I clicked it on, saying immediately, "The one I want to hear from most of all, how are you, Eric?"

"That's nice. I'm quite lovely, thanks, the memories of being with you are still strong, how could I not feel quite wonderful? Can I see you this evening? It's all I've thought about."

"Me, too, yes, whenever, wherever."

"Um, I'll be here until about six, then I can pick you up and we can have dinner at my place. Have I told you I'm quite a fine cook?"

"Is there anything you don't do well, Doctor Bremer?"

He laughed and said that I was surely to find those things out as we got to know each other better which was high on his 'to-do list.'

"Sounds like we have the same list," I parried.

"Oh, I surely hope so, Carley. Can I pick you up, say six-thirty? At your place? On Melrose?"

How did he know where I live? I wondered. But, I put that aside and told him I'd be ready and hungry for him and his food.

He laughed and we said goodbye and I clicked off the phone to realize I'd been rubbing myself. Yes, I was wanting more.

I was ready when I heard my bell ring and I ran to the door, pulling it open. There he was in a nice suit and tie looking quite the professional.

"Aren't you lovely," he said leaning to kiss me.

We went down to his car and soon were back in his penthouse. As I walked over to the window, my pussy just flooded with the memories of the evening before being masturbated to orgasm standing naked right there above the city.

He slipped up behind me, kissing me on the neck, telling me, "It might be fun to repeat what we did last night for our fellow citizens, if you like? After supper? Right now, I've got to cook. After I open the wine."

I followed him into the kitchen and he pulled a bottle from the wine rack and opened it, then to the refrigerator where he pulled out a package wrapped in butcher paper.

"What's on the menu, tonight, Eric?"

"Hamburgers," he said grinning. "Um, quite good hamburgers. You'll see. Would you like an apron? I require my guests to wear one in the kitchen, house rules, you know. Nothing else is required, however."

I laughed. "Is that how the chef will dress as well?"

"If you wish, you're the guest, after all."

"Then it is," I said and he began taking off his shirt and tie, then shoes and socks.

I was also disrobing and watching him as I did it.

His pants came off and his boxers were standing out impressively. I now had my top off, I'd decided to leave my bra and panties at home and slipped the skirt to the floor as I picked up the apron and slipped the neck loop over my head.

"Here, turn, I'll tie that for you," and I moved my back to him as I felt his hand slide down onto my butt and feel, then back up to tie the back as he kissed my neck.

I love my neck and shoulders kissed and just remained there while he kissed me. His hands came inside my apron around to my breasts, fondling them so sweetly.

He pulled away, slipped the apron over his head and turned for me to tie the back. When he turned back, it looked rather silly all poked out and I laughed a bit which made him laugh as well.

He went and unwrapped the package and there were two perfect large patties of bright-red beef as he lit the grill on his range top.

Then, he took out a bowl from the fridge and put a sauté pan on the stove with some olive oil, heated it and put the contents in to sizzle. It was shredded potatoes, chives and cheese and it began sizzling and bubbling right away.

The beef patties went onto the grill and hissed happily away as he picked up the pan and flipped the potatoes over. It was sexy to watch him cook and, yes, I was getting hungry for him and his food, my appetite was thoroughly whetted.

"You're quite fetching in an apron, Carly," he said as he turned our hamburgers.

"You're rather fetching yourself," I told him, "Just don't get that too near the flames," I teased nodding down to his erection.

"Oh, I'll protect that with all I have. I have plans for later."

"Good," I added.

He slid the potato pancake out onto a plate and got some green beans out to quickly sauté. The burgers came off, he said they must rest and he refilled our wine glasses.

I had skipped lunch getting the blood sample taken so I was famished as I watched all this lovely food get prepared.

He served up our plates and we took them to the dining room and sat next to each other. There was a folded piece of paper at my place which he said was for me. I opened it and it was a lab report, one on him, listing 'negative' beside a long string of STD names.

"Hardly anything romantic but necessary, these days, I'm afraid," he said.

"I went for the test at noon but I haven't gotten the results yet," I told him.

"That's okay, I have and it's just like mine," he said smiling as his hand slid over a copy of my test results.

"How did you get it?" I asked, realizing that being a doctor must have something to do with it.

"I'm your referring doctor for the tests. And now we can leave the condoms in the drawer," he said leaning over to kiss me. "I know it's not romantic but I'll make it up to you later" he added and we began our lovely naked meal, our first but I was hoping certainly not our last.

We did a bit of play under the table as our hands crossed toward one another and I can report that the burgers were simply superb, just like everything about Doctor Eric Bremer.

He picked up our dishes, refilled our wineglasses, turned out most of the lights and led me to the huge window. I stood there facing out to the city, naked and totally excited as his arms came around me, pulling me back into his hardness, his hands smothering my breasts hungrily as his lips moved along my neck nibbling and kissing and licking.

Chapter 4

"Are they watching your hands on me, do you think?"

"Would you like them to be watching us?"

I'd never classified myself as an exhibitionist but, truthfully, it was an enormous turn-on to stand there over the city.

"I would, yes, it surprises me but I would."

Then, his hands dropped onto my pubic mound as I shifted my feet apart.

His tongue was licking my neck while the forefingers of each hand began moving in arcs under me along my wet labia sending lovely waves of pleasure across my body. Every thought of some voyeur watching us through binoculars or a telescope made me ever more excited.

Then his fingers entered.

"Mmm, you're driving me crazy, Eric. Whatever you do, just don't stop. I want you to make me cum, oh, so bad," I panted as my eyes searched the view hoping to find someone, anyone, watching us.

He kept sliding both his fingers into me as his thumbs ran around over the top of my slit urging my most sensitive spot to expand and come out to play. HIs hands were masterful between my legs, plucking me like a rare cello.

"Oh, Eric, oh, it's so good, yes, oh, right there, oh, OH, UUH, UUH," I screamed out at the city, my body gripped in a massive orgasm that flashed over my body in wave after wave of purest joy. His fingers kept caressing my pussy, not letting me out of his loving embrace, teasing me to new heights, a second, softer orgasm flooding over me only a minute or two later.

I slumped back into his arms as he swept me up and carried me to his downturned bed and gently laid me down and kissed me.

"Oh, what you do to me is incredible. I just want to hold you right now, I'm still feeling it," I whispered as his arms gently, quietly enfolded me.

I don't think I fell asleep, no, I was too excited for that, but I did drift into a kind of sweet dream-state like I'd never felt before. It was soft and peaceful, yet there was a sexual feeling to it as well.

We were quiet with one another for a while then my hand slid down to reacquaint myself with his manhood which was making itself known and I felt some slipperiness across the end that told me what was on his mind.

"Could I take care of this for you?" I asked, squeezing it lightly.

"Mmm, no argument there, what might you suggest?"

I didn't suggest anything, I simply sat up, rolled him on his back and bent down over his middle with my mouth open.

As I slid down, filling myself with him, I knew I wanted to try to give him the release and pleasure that he had given me. So, why not? I thought and asked him to come back into the living room to the picture window.

I grabbed a pillow to kneel on and had him stand sideways right at the window as I knelt there, my head slowly moving back and forth as my mouth warmly caressed his length.

"If we keep doing this, we could attract quite a following," he said softly.

I was not about to reply, I was too intent on pleasing this new man that only yesterday had given me shopping advice and then we promptly seduced one another in a game of equals. I haven't looked back since.

My fingers circled his girth while my lips slipped over his round, swollen glans over and over while my fingers pulled back and forth. I began sliding my tongue around on his velvety tip, knowing it would feel good as my other hand went under to hold and caress his soft testicles as he groaned, "Oh, Carly, you are so good. I hope the whole city is watching," and my lips felt that first pulse, that first throb, as his man-juice came spurting hotly into my mouth.

My eyes were turned upward to see his pleasure reflected in the soft city light from below and I knew immediately that I'd done a good job.

"Oh, Carly, I've never been better sucked in my life. Not even the first girl who did it, not ever."

I pulled back and stood up to him as he pulled me into a kiss tonguing into me, spreading his juices throughout our mouths.

We stood there for several more minutes with the city below, kissing, feeling, enjoying, then we silently went back to bed and snuggled like teenagers on our first explorations.

"So, tell me about the girl, the first one to give you oral," I asked.

"Oh, Meghan...um, I guess I shouldn't say her last name, um, we were in high school, actually it was the summer before we graduated. We were pretty much just friends, at least that's what I thought, and she had me over to her house one day and we were the only one's home.

"So, we were on her bed talking, when she said, 'You'll never imagine what I watched yesterday?' I asked her what it was and she proceeded to tell me all about watching her older sister give oral sex to her boyfriend. She was quite graphic about it and you can imagine the effect it had on my eighteen-year old anatomy."

"Oh, I certainly can, I even feel what the memory of it is doing, right at this moment," I told him, gripping his rigid shaft.

"Well, she was quite detailed in her description of her sister's fellation skills and after she'd told me all about it, she asked, 'Would you want me to do it to you?' Just like that. We hadn't even kissed, not even held hands."

"And you decided to be gentlemanly and let her have her way?" I said saucily.

"I did. And that was my first. But my best was minutes ago. Carly, I think I'm wanting to see you as a regular thing. And, yes, the sex is phenomenal, the best I've ever had, but it's more than that. You're sweet and charming and delightful to be around. I'd like us to concentrate on getting to know each other better," and he leaned forward and kissed me softly.

Now if you're a guy, maybe you're thinking, well, that's nice and now they can fuck again. But, if you're a woman like me, you know that there's lots more going on now between Doctor Eric Bremer and Carly McClain. Lots more.

"That sounds like what I would like as well as long as it doesn't mean we're going to become celibate," I said with a wide grin.

"No chance of that, my beautiful lady," he said as he rolled me on my back and began to get between my legs.

"Could I do it? Do you like the woman on top, cowgirl?"

He flopped straight back, not even bothering to answer, as he held himself steady while I straddled him lowering until we touched. Then I pushed and his length began disappearing up into me, filling me delightedly.

I was liking everything about Eric Bremer, his wit, his intelligence, his confidence, his worldliness, his looks, but most of all, at least right then, was his feel inside me. He filled me perfectly so when I began to scissor up and down over him so deliciously, my heart raced and raced like a schoolgirl's first time.

"Oh, you really tighten around me when you lift up, Carly, mmm, you are spectacular."

"You're feeling pretty nice yourself, Doctor. You must have aced anatomy class, especially female anatomy," I said as his fingertips massaged my nipples.

"Oh, mostly self-taught with some willing tutors," he laughed, "like most of us guys."

"Well, your tutors gave you the proper instruction, you make me feel better than any man before you."

"I'm sure it's that you inspire me the most of any woman I've known," he said as I rose and fell over him so wonderfully, I felt like I was aglow all over.

It was Friday and he'd asked me if I would spend the weekend with him and, while I was so enjoying moving deliciously over him, I really wanted to drift off to sleep, then awaken in his bed and in his arms. Yes, that was as sexy as what I was doing right at that moment.

I told him I was his for the weekend and it seemed to slow us both down to end our evening's lovemaking by taking our time, drawing out our coupling until we both simply exploded in orgasmic bliss and collapsed in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep, still connected to one another.

That didn't last all night, he did soften enough that, sometime or other, we came apart where we had been so delightfully connected.

When I began to awaken the next morning, he was on his side, looking at me.

"Good morning, Carly. I certainly like waking up this way, I could get used to this," he said softly as his lips touched mine in a soft but, somehow, incredibly sexy kiss.

As our arms pulled us close, our skin came together feeling so luxuriantly erotic under the sheet as I sent my hand down to take his hardness.

"Mmm, Doctor Bremer, are you having naughty thoughts this morning? I certainly hope so," I said as his hands cupped my breasts.

"I seem to be, must be due to the lovely naked creature at my side. She'd stir any man's juices."

"Mmm, and I have just the place for them. Shall we?" I asked sweetly as I pulled the sheet down and spread open.

As with every time so far, our sex was both athletic and sweet and we showered together, always fun, and went out into the open kitchen, now newly-scrubbed and dried, and had a lovely naked breakfast.

We did dress to take me over to my place to pack an overnight bag, then he took me to a museum where we slowly strolled through the art collection and had a lovely lunch in their cafe.

Our shower, earlier, as you might expect, was quite lovely. His soapy hands ranged all over me, getting me sparkly clean, of course, and also getting me very worked-up to the point of orgasm. Eric had fingers that were magical. I felt cherished, it was marvelous. This man was amazing.

We were now acting like we were seriously together, like we'd been dating for a while, holding hands as we walked or sat at a table, stealing soft kisses whenever one of us wanted, smiling at one another in that knowing way that tells the other that you're happy being with them.

My new lover, of course, was a busy man as you can imagine. But he always seemed to make time for us to be together and, as days and weeks turned into months, new bonds between us formed as well.

Finally, about four months after our first meeting, snuggled in his arms after a wonderful lovemaking, I whispered that I loved him.

He was so quiet after that I began to wonder if, perhaps, I hadn't made a mistake, perhaps, he considered our relationship to be mostly physical, mostly sex.

Then, as softly as I had spoken, he whispered, "I love you, too, Carly, very much."

We kissed, softly at first, then our passion became aroused once again and we made quite wonderful love, now united by our declarations of love to one another.

I hadn't slept that soundly in a long, long time; he said he hadn't either, and we used that deep, refreshing sleep to invigorate us to new heights when we woke up the next morning.

We did tell each other we loved one another but neither of us went any farther with it, until right before Christmas, when I told him I was wanting us to be together permanently, that I thought that we, now, knew each other well enough to add permanence to our relationship.

That's when he said it.

Chapter 5

"Carly, you know I love you more than anything. I really do. But I'm just too old for you. You're twenty-four, I'm sixty-one. It's not fair to you, you need a younger man."

He had never broached this before, we both were well-aware, of course, that we were far apart in chronological age, but it had always remained unspoken between us. Until now.

I felt a coldness run through my body.

"I really don't care, Eric, it makes no difference to me at all. I don't want anyone else, regardless of their age," I told him, trying to hold back my emotions. "I only want you, just you."

I really didn't like this whole subject now that he'd raised it. I saw in him a man who had matured, left all the selfishness behind that I sometimes saw in men my age. He was caring, strong, gentle and loving. I loved his intellect and humor, his knowledge, not just about science and medicine but about history and art and music, things that showed me the inside of his heart and soul.




The Dressing Room



"But in nine years, I'll be seventy, you'll be thirty-three, still very young, and saddled with someone whose life is concluding as yours is really beginning."

"I want you, Eric. Every year I have with you is a year I want. The money, the house, the car, none of that means anything to me. I'll sign all that away, just don't let's talk this way any more," I said and I simply couldn't hold it back any longer, I began sobbing next to him as his arms pulled me in.

It was truly awful, I just didn't know how strongly he might feel about all this. I really wondered if maybe we were at an end.

"Look, look, Carly, I'm sorry I brought it up now, that was callous and unthinking. Please calm down, I'm not giving any ultimatums, we can talk about this some other time."

I told him that I thought we'd best talk about it now.

"I can't go on with this unresolved. I simply can't. You know I love you, Eric, I don't love any other man. You are the one I want for as long as we can be together. If you were twenty, what's to keep you from dying in the next six months, a year, five years? No matter what either of our ages is, we only have so much time together and there's no way to know how much we've got. I want to start now."

He sat up, looking at me. It's not often that Eric is totally quiet, he's a man of intelligence and rarely is at a loss for words.

"I...I think you're right. Yes, I was thinking of you, how young you are, what might happen to you if I died, and...well, you're right, I'm wrong. Will you marry me?"

You've heard people say they could be knocked over with a feather, well, I needed nothing that heavy at the moment he proposed. I really couldn't speak, it was like my vocal cords were frozen. All I could do is cry as I pulled him to me.

It may seem odd to you but I really hadn't given a lot of thought about us being married, becoming Dr. and Mrs., but, when he said it I knew, I knew for sure.

"Yes, Eric, I will, I want to be with you for however long we can be," I said as more tears, now joyful, ran down my cheeks. He kissed them away, then kissed me most softly on the lips, holding our kiss.

I rolled over on top of him, lifted my hips up and reached between us to take him into my body to cerebrate our new commitment to one another. It was lovely, perhaps our sweetest union so far.

After our lovemaking, after breakfast and a shower together, he suggested that we talk about wedding plans.

"Oh, I can see all the guys my age that I work with, talking about my robbing the cradle, about my trophy wife, oh, well, I'll just kid them back telling them they're just jealous," he said, sipping his coffee.

"Oh, come on, Eric, you know you'd be proud as hell to have landed a young chick like me," I kidded. "Maybe they'll all give you Viagra prescriptions for a wedding present."

"Hmm, I wonder what that stuff's like? I do okay without it, I guess, you'd be the better judge of that, I suppose."

"Well, get some and we'll do a double-blindfolded study, be a little kinky trying it out."

"It's double-blind study, to be technically-correct, but I know you're kidding anyway. Yeah, I can easily get samples on Monday, I know just how to get it," he said with a grin. "I'll get all three brands, we can try to work up some proper test protocol and maybe even publish our results," he joked. Sounded like fun to me.

But then, our conversation turned more serious as we discussed the beginning basics of what kind of wedding we each wanted and, surprisingly, he went first.

"Big, a big wedding, lots of people, everybody we both know, family, coworkers, maybe even that woman who sold me the negligee at Victoria's Secret." At this, we both laughed, then went on to begin working out the details.

I had never thought much about wedding plans, except for those typical girl-dreams when you're eight or nine. I'd mostly thought that if it happened at all, it would be a small wedding with just our closest friends and family. Well, it looks like Doctor Bremer had different wishes all together.

But I realized that he also had a great many professional friends and coworkers, many more than I did so I went along with his plans, after all, he told me that because he had so many friends, that he was paying for everything. We discussed that for a while and he was right, he, by far, had the better means to pay for a large wedding.

He did bring up money, I kept trying to avoid it but he said it had to be talked about, that it was the 'elephant in the room.'

I knew that he had no living family except for a brother who was quite successful in his own right and that he really had no one else to leave his estate. I told him I would be happy with any arrangement he wanted, even leaving it all to charity if he wished, and he insisted every time it came up that it would be his wife who would inherit whatever he might have. That was the type of man he was.

I really loved Eric and wanted to help make his stressful and busy life more pleasurable for him. I had begun that, of course, in the fitting room at Victoria's Secret what now seemed like ages ago, and knew that he simply loved sex with me, that it brought out something young and boyish in him that had been covered over years earlier by his professionalism and status.

So, at home, I made sure he was happy in any way he wished. I dressed, or undressed, really, the way he preferred and was available for him sexually anytime he wanted. I really loved him and wanted him to be as happy as I could help him be. I knew we might not have as many years as most couples but I wanted each one to be as full as I could make it. That's love in my book.

We did go back to Victoria's Secret for another changing room quickie that we both enjoyed so much, even though we couldn't find the same saleswoman we'd had before. It was still fun.

If Eric's friends thought I was a trophy wife, they surely kept it from me. I really seemed to be totally accepted by his coworkers and their wives; I say wives because the doctors were all male except for one. I was never given any hint of anyone looking down at our being together, they were uniformly happy that he had found someone he loved.

One thing I loved about Eric was that he treated me as his equal. Not just as a man and woman but as his intellectual equal as well. He certainly was bright and successful, well-regarded by other doctors and in the medical profession as a whole.

I found that out when I went with him to a four-day medical conference on Maui and got introduced to a lot of people in his field from all over the world. It looked as though I got lingerie advice from a man well-liked by his peers. While he wasn't giving a paper at this conference, he had in the past; this was a pretty impressive fiancee I had, that was for certain.

We had a hot tub with our suite, it was out on the lanai, pretty much hidden from sight and we used it each morning as our shower, it was much more fun, and as a fun place to couple together late at night before we snuggled to sleep in the big, soft bed.

It was after this trip together to Maui that we announced our engagement and then I moved into his apartment with him. We had bought a new sofa to place in front of the big window overlooking the city, a sofa that we planned on using mostly for sex.

The day it was delivered, we had the delivery men set it up in just the perfect spot and, I have to admit, we rather naughtily tried it out soon after they left. It was three o'clock in the afternoon. We just didn't care who might have seen us.

We were asked out by many of Eric's friends and there were several parties thrown in our honor. I did try to keep enough private time for the two of us knowing that my future husband needed time to decompress and relax. He told me no one knew better how to get him to relax than I did. Need I explain?

He continued to masturbate me naked in the window several nights each week using, as he had that first time, both arms around me, his cock pressing hard behind me, his hands caressing my dripping opening with his fingers magically bringing me higher and higher until I shrieked in ecstasy high above the city's lights. Then, being so turned-on, I would put him on the new sofa and fuck him until we were spent.

Our love and lust has continued to this day, four years later, we still live high above the city, he still gets me off in the darkness above the city lights, reaching around my pregnant belly, his fingers just inches away from our daughter who, we joke, is getting her sex-ed lessons early and often.

Incredibly, my sex-drive is even higher these days, and Eric certainly doesn't complain though I am tired a lot of the time, he can always arouse me in his wondrous fashion.

We have been looking for a house, realizing that it might provide a better place for our daughter to grow up, though we haven't definitely ruled-out staying in our penthouse. Many of our friends think we should and that may be just what we end up doing.

So, that's our story, so far, of our lust- and love-affair between two people who might not have otherwise travelled the journey we have. I wouldn't have it any other way. And neither would Doctor Eric Bremer. That I know for certain.



The Dressing Room



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The Dressing Room



I've dropped one dress size and none of my clothes fit so today I'm doing a little shopping. You've agreed to come along so I better make it worth your while. I can't wait to show off my new body as well as live out a reoccurring fantasy of mine. Our first stop is picking out new bras and panties.

I've selected four bras and ten pairs of panties to try on for you. My goals were lace, tight and nonexistent. I picked the dressing room in the far back away from the store. You're smiling already- you have no idea what you're in for. I am going to take care of you surprisingly well.

As we enter the dressing room I am greeted by three mirrors and a bench seat. The mirror provides a full view of my body regardless of the degree that I turn my head- I like that! We both enter the spacious dressing room and gently close the door behind us.

I remove my dress, hang it on the door and I slowly begin taking off my bra and panties. You reach your hand out for my panties and bring them up to your nose- you love smelling my panties. I slowly peek out the door to make sure it's still quiet and it is. I close the door and try on my first bra. It's black and made of lace and always one size smaller so the bra pushes my bust up. My breasts are practically falling out everywhere. I'm unable to clip my bra so I ask you to help.

You stand up and place both of your hands on my shoulders- rotating me until my back is facing you. I feel your breath on my neck. In one swift movement the bra that I needed to be wearing was suddenly coming off. You were nice enough to cup my naked breasts in your soft strong hands. You're kissing my neck and rubbing my nipples at the same time.

I turn to face you and our lips meet. I don't care where we are or who's around I want you!!! I bend down on my knees and slowly unzip your pants. Your dick is already hard and before I know it my head is attached. I'm sucking you off nice and slow. I can hear you quietly moaning. In the middle of my presentation you pull me up and sit me down on the bench. Now you are on your knees- tasting my pussy. Licking my swollen clit. You like when I grind your face so when you place your hands on my hips that's what the fuck I do!

I wrap my legs around your head and grind my pussy on your face. Up and down, side to side. You're tonguing my cunt, it's dripping off of your face- sweet nectar- my love juice. You make me this way. The way you touch me sends shocks throughout my entire body. You unwrap my legs from your head- stand up to your feet and officially remove your pants. Your dick is so hard for me.

You offer me your hand and gently pull me up. You are being so quiet only you have this look in your eye. You've just cleared off the bench to take a seat but before you have a chance to direct me I climb on your hard cock. I just want to ride you for a moment. I'm rocking back and forth and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. My breasts are in your mouth- your tongue slowly caresses my nipples.

You wrap your arms around my waist- pull me up and bend me over. My ass is in the air and my hands are around my ankles. I feel your hands squeezing my ass cheeks. You've just entered my vagina, it's so warm and tight. We're trying to be quiet but every now and then one of us moans. You're fucking me so hard my body is shaking. In and out- in and out. I feel your hands guiding my hips as you firmly pack your dick in my pussy.

You're picking up momentum now. You're fucking me faster and faster. I can barely keep standing you're fucking me so cold! You pull your dick out and slap it on my ass. Then you jam it back into my waiting hole where you continue to fuck me. Your balls are slapping my clit with every thrust of your hips. You can tell I'm getting close so you cover my mouth. I feel your cock throbbing inside my pussy, you give me a few more hard thrusts and you explode yourself.

We look at each other and grin. You tell me that the black bra is your favorite and ask to see another one. I open the door to make sure the coast is clear- and tell you to take a seat.



The Dressing Room



We walk into the upscale department store, slowly meandering through the aisles like small stream on a warm summer day. Aimlessly wandering, looking to see if something piques our interest, we walk hand in hand. I of course, am holding several bags from stores that caught your fancy(though the lingerie store caught mine as well!) and now it's my turn to browse. 

I don't need anything in particular. I am not a huge fan of shopping, but strolling around with you makes it much more bearable. A well dressed, attractive sales lady strolls over and asks if we need any assistance. I casually smile and thank her, but decline the offer. My thumb strokes your thumb as we stroll through the store, reaching the men's section. 

After a few minutes of looking, I see some shirts and pants I like. As you previously taught me, I ALWAYS try them on to check the fit and look. I grab some items, nuzzle your ear with my nose, then give you a light peck on the cheek and say, "I'm going to head to the dressing room to try a few things on" 

"Make sure you step out so I can advise!" you reply. 

"Always, my beautiful." I walk back to the dressing room area and go to the farthest door. The room is surprisingly large, with mirrors on three walls, and a long bench with vinyl seating along the back walls. There are also plenty of hooks for items I brought in. "Damn nice dressing room!" I whisper to myself. I start to undress to try on some of the clothes I brought in. I put on the first shirt and pants combo, and head out to show you.

Oooh, sexy!" you say. 

"You're getting me turned on in those clothes!" I give you a devilish grin and head back to the dressing room. I come out with the second outfit and you run your hands down my shoulders, spin me around, move your hands to my back, and then give my ass a squeeze. 

"Me likey!" you say. The sales lady walks by and comments, 

"You look very nice!" I confidently stride back to the dressing room.

I have taken off the shirt and pants I was trying on, and I am surprised when I her the door latch opened. You slyly peek your head through and whisper, "I wasn't kidding when I said I was getting turned on" You slink your way into the dressing room, and your well manicured hand rests on my chest. I feel your sexy fingernails as you draw them down my chest, at a snail's pace. I see you bite your lower lip as you take in my half-naked form. Your other hand pinches my big nipples and you push me back against the wall. 

You tongue slithers out of your wet, full lips and circles my nipple like a bird of prey circling its next meal. My hands find your trim waist and I pull your hips against me so you can feel the erection growing in my briefs. 

Your lips suck on my nipple, leaving lipstick marks all around it. You pull my hair back with your hand and start licking and kissing my neck. I am loving this aggressive side of you! You push your breasts into my chest, and I feel your hardening nipples poke into me. 

My hands move down your waist and squeeze your sumptuous ass cheeks. I feel like a baker kneading the perfect dough. So firm and fine, with just the right amount of jiggle...Our lips find each other and we kiss deeply, passionately-our tongues exploring each other's mouths. We each feel the other's heart beat faster. A soft moan escapes your lips.

"Is everything ok in there?" a sudden, unexpected voice causes our muscles to tighten, our movements to freeze. 

"Anything else you need?" says the sales lady. 

I break our kiss, "Uh, umm, I am good right now. I have some hard, very hard (winking at you) decisions to make!" 

I thrust my hardening penis into your hips. "ok...well let me know if you need anything else!" she says. We wait a few moments as we hear her padded footsteps on the carpeted floor slowly fade away. 

"I saw you checking out her ass!" you whisper. 

"Do you want her to join us?" with a devilish grin on your face. 

"You are all I want to handle right now!"

Your hands outline my hard member through my briefs, and your delicate fingers squeeze the tip through the fabric. 

"Mmmmmmm" you say, as you slowly slide down my body, maintaining eye contact all the way down. 

"Fuck you are sexy!" I gasp. You slowly pull the briefs down and my cock jumps out, freed from it's restraint. You tongue licks the tip, and then you swallow the head in your red, wet, welcoming lips. There is a popping sound as you allow the head to escape your lips. 

You push my shaft against my stomach and eye it hungrily. You lick from the base all the way up to the tip before sucking it in again, this time taking it deeper. I feel the suctioning of your mouth on my rod and it creates so much pleasure, I roll my eyes back and close my lids. I am literally clenching my toes, it feels so good. 

Despite your amazing expertise, I can't wait to taste you! I pull you up by your shoulders, and now taking command, I swivel you around and push you up against the wall. 

I pop the buttons on your blouse and your hands frantically remove your skirt. I hungrily kiss from your earlobe, to your neck, to your cleavage and down your body. Your chest heaves as you gasp for air. My tongue leaves a pleasure trail of saliva down your taut tummy, to the top of your panties. 

My fingers rub the outside of the soft material, feeling how damp they already are. When my fingers rub over your clit, you shudder. I run my tongue along the outside of your panties, licking down and applying more pressure when I reach your clit. I smell your sexy, musky fragrance and I inhale it deeply. 

I pull your panties to the side so that one swollen lip is showing, and I lick up and down. I then pinch the other side of your panties and lick and suck the other lip. You involuntarily spread your legs wider for my sexual assault on your pussy. I gently pull the drenched panties to the side and lick around the hood of your clit.

Your fingers run through my hair. I suck the hood between my lips and roll your clit with my tongue. A loud moan escapes your lips and you instinctively cover your mouth with one of your hands. 

You look down at me and our eyes lock. I stare into those hypnotic eyes as my tongue swirls over your clit. I then stiffen my tongue and insert it in your warm, dripping vagina.

Your juices roll over my tongue into my mouth. They slake my thirst for you, like an oasis does for a lost wanderer in the desert. I thrust my tongue in and out and you raise your leg and rest it on my shoulder. You pinch your nipples through your bra and then pull the tops out so your nipples are free from their restraint. 

My fingers run from the backs of your stockings, up to your calves, over the sensitive backs of your knees and up your thighs. I then grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart. 

My left hand moves around front and I slide my index finger into your quivering pussy. Your leg wraps tightly around my neck and pulls my head and mouth into you. I start flicking my tongue over your clit as my finger thrusts in and out, and I feel an explosion of juices gush into my mouth. You are doing all you can to keep from screaming. Your knees buckle, weak from the explosive orgasm.

I rise up, put my hands under your legs and push you up against the wall. I position my cock at your moist, velvety entrance. The head of my cock rubs against your clit. I allow the length of my shaft to lubricate itself with your juices as I run it along the outside of your pussy. 

As our mouths mash together in a passionate kiss, I thrust myself inside you. I bury myself up to the hilt in your tight treasure box. Your slick juices coat my cock. We both look down, out foreheads touching, as we watch my shaft pump in and out of you like a piston. Your legs wrap around me and squeeze me tightly. Your hands pull my head to your chest, and I suck a swollen nipple into my waiting mouth. Our bodies are making sexy sounds as my inward thrusts keep pushing you against the wall. 

I then thrust deeply inside you and stop, so the energy of my thrust gets absorbed by your pussy. I slowly pull out, so just the head is still in, and then slam another forceful thrust back in and stay there, and the force spreads through your whole body. I thrust like this several more times, until I move us to the bench with me sitting down and you on top of me.

I allow you to ride me up and down, like an equestrian trotting on her horse. I will let you move to a gallop when you are ready. No riding crop is needed to urge me on. Your pussy sucks my cock in with it's vise-like grip as you rise up, and then come crashing down on me. We both pant in pleasure, beads of sweat on our faces. 

One of my hands grabs your ass. With my other hand I use my thumb to help rub your clit. Your fingers soon join me there and we both rub your pleasure center, our passion increasing exponentially. 

Your hips grind on my lap as your knees widen on the bench and then move in, based on your up and down movements. We look into each others' eyes. I kiss you and lick your lips and feel my muscles tightening. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" 

"Cum with me, Jeff, cum with me!" 

I close my eyes and fling my head back as I release jet after explosive jet inside you-your quivering, clenching pussy accepting all of my seed. You let a little yelp escape your lips as we kiss again, our spasms slowly subsiding. 

We slowly rise, trying to make ourselves look as presentable as possible. We gather up our clothes, gingerly walking out of the dressing room, looking to see if anyone is watching us. We walk up to the counter and the attractive sales lady meets us there. 

"How was your shopping experience?" she ask, with a grin. 

"Amazing!" I say. 

"We'll take all of these" you say, as you look up at me, "My treat!" 

As we gather our bags and start heading out, the sales lady says "Come back again-soon!" with a grin and knowing look in her eye.



The Dressing Room



My boyfriend and I have been together for about a year, and of course, having lots of sex - to give you a picture, we're both 18 and relatively fit. He's tall with dark features, and I'm petite with dirty blonde hair and a thin frame. We've been into light exhibitionism since we started to fuck, but our most recent experience is the best we've ever had.

It started with a trip to the mall alone. I went in a new store that had opened to try on some clothes, and noticed just how perfect the dressing rooms were. They were well lit with lots of mirrors and a small bench, as all dressing rooms are; but with these, all that was between you and the rest of the fitting rooms was a dark curtain. Not only that, but there were no attendants, you just grabbed your clothes, found one with an open curtain and went in. The minute I went in, I knew I'd be coming back with him - it was just too perfect.

I couldn't resist and had to take some revealing pictures to send to him while telling him about my idea. He was as turned on as I was, so much that he wanted to come back with me within the week! I supported this idea fully, and we set a date.

We came back on a Friday night, when we knew there would be lots of people. We went in and each grabbed something to "try on", as not to be suspicious. I went before he did, and stuck my shoes underneath the curtain and left it open a tad so he knew which one I was in. I couldn't be in there with no preparation for him, though, not a chance.

With the curtain almost halfway open, I stripped in front of the mirror, showing off to myself and making sure that I look good. I hung up all of my clothes on the hook and left my shoes out for him, as I told him I would. I heard my phone vibrate, and it was from him:

"I'm coming in. You better be ready."

And oh, was I. As soon as I read his text, I positioned myself in the sluttiest way I could. I was on my knees on the bench, my ass facing toward the curtain, and my hard nipples pressing against the cold mirror. Anyone that walked past my room and looked in could see me like that, and it made me soaking wet. I stayed like that for about 2 minutes as he made his way over, and by the time I heard his footsteps, I had already started dripping from my cunt down my thighs. 

Before he even came in, he could see me, and wanted to show me off. He pulled the curtain completely open and stood there for a minute, admiring my body. I saw him getting hard through his jeans and a man about our age walked past and made no point to hide his stare, seemingly enjoying the view. Then, my boyfriend closed the curtain. He couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"You're so bad," he whispered to me. "I bet you loved being stared at, didn't you?" 

As soon as I started to reply, he put two of his fingers in me. He went right for my g spot, and almost made me moan, but I held back.

He stuck in another finger and said "Don't hold back your moan and pretend you aren't about to get fucked. I bet everyone who walked past and saw you knew exactly what was about to go down."

At this point I was so wet that it was on the bench below me, on him, and all over my thighs. If someone came in, they'd see it and know how turned on I was, and that made me even wetter. My boyfriend was determined to make me moan before he fucked me, and when that man is determined, nothing stops him. He started to lick my clit and fingered me perfectly - I couldn't help but let out a moan, even if it got us caught. This was the hottest thing I'd EVER experienced.

When I let out a moan, he stripped totally naked and I grabbed his now throbbing cock immediately. He picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his lower back and rode him. Sex after that amazing build up was the hottest either of us ever had. I gave him scratches all over his back, and he gave me big hickies covering my chest. 

He told me to get off and then pushed me against the wall. We were so close to the curtain, with each thrust it moved a little, exposing my breasts pushed completely against the wall. We had to be stealthy, but knowing we were only separated from the store and out of view by this curtain pushed us both over the edge. I squirted all over him, and soon after he came right inside me.

We'll definitely be going back to that store, frequently.



The Dressing Room



Three years had passed since my wife abandoned me. She didn't divorce me, just tossed me aside like a broken toy left rotting in the tall grass, or in my case the guest room. We passed in the hallway now and then, or talked about finances or parenting things. It was like living with a roommate.

The loss of sex didn't hit me too hard; after all, that was to be expected. What really hurt was that I was outside of her feminine bubble. 

I missed seeing her makeup and hair products on the counter in the master bathroom, but even more than that I missed her lingerie.

I don't even mean sexy lingerie, necessarily, but even everyday panties and sports bras. I missed their textures and colors, the lacy trim and the little bows. I missed touching the soft material. Men's clothing is so utilitarian and coarse.

I just wanted to touch them.

I began visiting the lingerie stores at my shopping mall regularly. My mall had two: Victoria's Secret and Frederick's. Now and then I'd throw in Macy's lingerie department or Lane Bryant, anywhere that I could see and touch the frilly things that were now off limits. I'm a middle-aged man with a wedding ring, after all: The sales people just assumed that I was browsing for gifts for my devoted wife. The pretty young employees would offer a half-bored "finding everything okay" and I'd nod my head and they'd leave me alone to fondle the fabrics.

One Saturday while I was walking around Frederick's I heard the familiar "finding everything okay" and looked up to see a middle-aged woman. She was blond and a little thick, not at all like the usual Barbie doll salesladies, with short hair that was a few seasons out of style. I assumed that she was the manager.

"Doing fine, thanks," I said.

"Let me know if you need any help with sizes."

"Thanks," I said, and she moved on.

Fredericks had the best wedding lingerie: virgin white with lots of silk, laces, and bows. Many of the panties were crotchless; some bore long, ribbony bows on the backs like bridal trains. The fabric felt so good between my fingers. It was both sad and exciting, feeling the silkiness yet realizing that it wasn't for me anymore.

"What size is your wife?" The manager was behind me now, making another pass through the store.

"I don't know," I said.

"How tall is she?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know how tall your wife is?"

"I'm really just browsing," I said.

Tables of panties in every color of the rainbow: thongs, fullbacks, silk, satin, cotton, lace, cute patterns, sexy patterns. Racks of bras waiting for breasts that I would never get to see.The blood that hadn't rushed to my crotch reddened my face.

"Is she built about like me?" She was back again.

"I'm just looking around," I said.

The manager stared at me for a moment. "Are you shopping for yourself?" she asked. I'd never been so embarrassed. Of course not: I'm shopping for my wife. Don't you see the ring on my finger?

"Yes," I said. Where that came from I still don't know. I waited for her to call security.

"You have to tell me these things. I can't very well help you if I don't know let me know what you need," she said. The sensation was intense: embarrassment, humiliation, and excitement all at once. I'd stepped through some invisible barrier without even trying. I was in a world that I didn't even know existed.

"I'm going to go find a dressing room for you," she said. "Just keep browsing, and when I wave walk straight back."

"Okay," I said. My cock could not be any harder. I kept my hand in my pocket, gripping it through the material, hoping that my erection was concealed. My heart raced.

Three or four minutes passed and she smiled and waved from the back of the store. She rushed me into the handicapped dressing room, which was bigger than the two rooms across from it and had the added advantage of not sharing walls with any other dressing rooms.

"Now, what do you like?" she asked.

"I don't know," I whispered, praying that if anyone heard me they couldn't discern my gender.

"Corsets? Camis? Teddies?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, I'll go pick out some things. Wait right here," she said, and she left the big dressing room and locked it behind her. I sat on the little bench, staring at myself in the mirror. The whole thing was absurd. Nothing about my appearance was feminine, yet here I sat in a Frederick's dressing room, waiting to be dressed in lingerie. It would have been funny if it wasn't so embarrassing, and exciting.

She returned with a handful of soft things. "Try these. If you need different sizes just set the ones you like aside and I'll get you more. If you find styles you like, I'll pick out some more like that for you."

"Thank you," I said. I removed my clothes and looked at my hairy body in the full length mirror. My cock looked murderous jutting from my abdomen, red and swollen. It had no place in the delicate dressing room. 

The first thing I slipped on was a teddy that was pinned together at the cups but otherwise opened freely. The empty cups sagged and my hairy tummy peeked through the opening. I looked ridiculous, but the fabric felt great.

Next was a purple corset. I don't know if it was because of movies like 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' or the lack of cups, but it felt more gender neutral. The satin felt amazing, though I expected a corset to be tighter. I looked in the mirror. Not bad. There was a knock on the door. I felt like a little boy caught searching for Christmas presents. 

"Everything okay in there? I have more things," she said.

I walked to the door and whispered, "I'm not dressed right now."

"That's okay," she said. "Let me drop these off."

I opened the door, and there I stood in nothing but a purple corset. "Oh, that looks cute," she said. "Do you like it?" I nodded. She put her hands on my shoulders and faced me toward the mirror. "It seems a little loose. Hold on," she said, and she pulled hard on the corset's strings. It felt like I was being hugged. I missed being hugged.

"That looks better," the manager said. She looked over my shoulder and we both stared into the mirror as she cinched and tightened and adjusted. It was too much. A long thick, string of precum leaked from my cock and dropped to the carpet. If she noticed she didn't say anything.

"These are where the stockings hook," she said, and she reached for the garters that dangled against my thighs. The back of her hand brushed against my cock. "Yeah, this looks really nice. Do you want to try some more things?"

"Yes," I whispered.

The next thing I tried was a camisole top with matching sheer panties. I liked the top because it looked like a tank top, sort of, except for the lace and the bow and the spaghetti straps. The matching panties felt amazing, and I loved how my cock bulged against the sheer fabric. I didn't try anything else on, just sat and waited for the manager to come back.

Knock knock knock. "Doing okay in there?" I opened the door and she walked in. I returned to the mirror and looked at myself like I'd just put the outfit on. "That is darling. You should get that," she said. "Oh, are those panties torn?" I looked down. What she thought was a tear was a quickly spreading precum stain.

"I am so sorry," I blushed.

"It's fine. That should come right out," she said, and she rubbed the front of my panties as if she was trying to remove the stain. I froze, tried not to make a sound, tried not to cum, but it was hopeless. I fired shot after shot into the sheer panties while she rubbed. She never broke character. "Go ahead and try these other things on. I'll be back to check you."

"Thank you so much," I whispered.

"You just need to tell me what you need so that I can help you get it," she smiled.

I bought every single thing she brought me in that hour and a half, and I went back again and again. Being outside of my estranged wife's bubble wasn't so bad after that.



The Dressing Room



It's back-to-school time. Back-to-college time for me, but mom still insists on outfitting me before I return the two hours to state school. This year we decided on one big trip to a major department store; mom chooses, I try on, and we jointly decide on some clothes (since she's paying).

I was little trouble in the beginning. I hate shopping, but mom found a selection quickly enough and I soon installed myself in the dressing room. Mom brought the clothes, I changed and modeled, and we set some aside for possible purchase.

The snag came when deciding on pants. Mom is convinced that skinny jeans are the only way to go. Hip girls love 'em, she says. And I've caught her checking out more than one guy in those tight-assed pants. But they just felt wrong to me.

"Oh come on honey. I'm sure they're not that bad," mom said through the slated wooden door of the dressing room. "I still know your size, after all."

"It's not that," I replied, still trying to stuff myself into the jeans she picked out. "I just need more...room. Let's find some others," I pleaded, beginning to peel off the pants.

Mom burst into the dressing room, clothes draped over one arm. I nearly fell over as the door clicked behind her. "Now son," she said, staring down at the pants around my knees. "I have exquisite taste. These jeans are the best; you'll find no better," she said, adding the clothes on her arm to the pile in the corner. "I want you to be happy at college, and successful...with girls. They care about these sorts of things."

I stared back dumbly. I wasn't wearing a shirt, and the jeans were pulled down below my boxer briefs, revealing the usual cock bulge. Mom was looking at me like she expected me to do something.

"OK silly," she laughed, walking towards me and wrapping her arms around my waist. I jumped back, bumped into the thin wall before she settled me. "Relax, honey," mom said, reaching her hands below my ass to the top of the jeans. "We still need to see if these actually fit, despite your whining." I could feel mom's breath on my face, warm, clothed breasts against my bare chest as she shimmied the back of the jeans up my thighs.

I looked down as her hands ran across my ass cheeks, fingers pulling the pants up with them. Mom's thin, summer blouse had become loose from all the clothes sorting, and cleavage and the hint of a white bra stared up to meet my gaze.

The feel of her against me, mom's hands on my ass, cleavage showing, caused an undeniable growth of the usual bulge occupying the front of my boxer briefs. Mom must have felt it. I closed my eyes for a moment, noticed for the first time her perfume, and tried hopelessly to focus on something other than the sensation of my hardening cock only two thin strips of fabric away from mom's stomach.

"There," she said as the back of the pants reached my hips. She gave a tug as they reached the top, which squeezed not uncomfortably on my balls. I instinctively rested my hands on her hips. She looked up, seemingly bemused, smiled back and ran her hands around the edges of my briefs to my front.

"Now, to make sure they fit." Mom grabbed the two hanging flaps in front, right hand grazing my now fully hard dick as she brought them together. "Almost..." she mumbled, straining the material to bring the button into its place.

"Honey," she said, fumbling with the top for a few more seconds. My hands stayed planted on her hips, responding with gentle squeezes to each brush of her hand against my stiff cock. "Sweetie," she continued, trying now for the zipper. Her free hand grabbed the base of the groin, essentially cupping my balls through the fabric as she tried to wrench the zipper past my erection.

"Baby," she whispered now. "We'll never get these sorted while you...resist." She let the two flaps fall open and rested her hands on my bare stomach.

I looked down now in shock, finally realizing what the issue had been. I blushed, ashamed, but pulled her closer to whisper in her ear. "Mom, I'm so sorry," I began, aware that her hands had traced down to the top of my briefs. "The stress of shopping; going back to school; the tight pants, it's-"

Mom looked up reassuringly. "I know baby. And it's alright. Flattering, even, but we need to get past this if we ever want to leave here successfully. And since this is my fault..." she glanced around the small changing room, listening more than looking.

She ran her hands from the jeans to the groin of my briefs, tracing the outline of my cock to the damp spot of precum. My hands shifted with hers, moving from her thighs down the back of her skirt, resting on the meaty center of her ass cheeks.

We both looked down as she tugged at the elastic waistband, allowing my cock to spring forward against her. Mom reached a hand underneath, holding the briefs down and cupping my balls. Her free hand began stroking my cock, rubbing precum around the tip when she reached it.

The sensation was amazing. I squeezed mom's ass while she stroked and cupped me, pulling her groin up and against mine. She giggled a little with each squeeze; I planted my face by her ear and began to whisper.

"Mom, this is so embarrassing..." I started. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this."

She moved her face to look into my eyes, inches away. "Baby, I said it's fine. If you're worried about what I'm seeing..." her voice trailed off. Mom suddenly stopped stroking, let the elastic band slap against my balls and began unbuttoning her blouse. "We'll make it a little more even, OK?"

I wasn't about to protest. I watched as she finished unbuttoning the last button and threw her blouse on the pile of clothes. "Um, son?" she asked as I continued staring blankly at her chest. "If you'll release your grip on my ass for a second, maybe you could help with the bra hooks?"

I snapped back, reluctantly taking my hands from her plump thighs to the middle of her back. After a little fumbling the clasp came free, and mom added her bra to the growing pile in the corner.

"There," she whispered again, squishing her meaty breasts against my chest as her hand returned inside my briefs. "Now we're even, and you don't have to feel bad. Right?"

I certainly didn't feel bad. As mom went back to rubbing, I noticed her large, pink aureoles. As I squeezed and tugged on her breasts, my mouth instinctively searched for hers.

Mom was surprised at the kiss, at first. But soon her tongue was darting into my mouth, returning massaging motions and making wet, smacking sounds. She whimpered into my mouth with each tug at her nipples.

"Mom," I broke away, devilish thought having just entered my mind. "We're actually not even." I nodded down at her hand on my dick, then at her skirt. She looked up confused while my hand reached behind her skirt and began to unzip.

"Son, no, we can't," she protested weakly. As her skirt fell to the floor I looked back into her eyes. "You already are." I moved my hand into her panties now, running over short, soft pubic hair to find her clit. "This is even."

We stood in the corner of the dressing room for minutes, stroking and caressing each other. Mom grew wetter in my hand. I came closer to cumming with each cock rub. Whimpers and wet, kissing noises filled the small room.

Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. Mom and I froze. I pulled her tighter against me, into the corner, hoping to hide our intertwined feet from whoever was outside.

"Excuse me. Is everything alright in there?" the attendant asked. "We've gotten reports of strange noises. Two people in the dressing room. This isn't normally allowed..." she continued.

"Everything's fine," mom blurted. "I'm-I'm in here with my son. We're just trying on a few last things. We intend to spend a lot of money today, and we would like a little privacy" she added.

I was impressed with mom. And still ragingly horny. My hand made its way back into her panties while the attendant waited outside.

"Sir, is that true? Are you her son?" 

I barely heard anything. Mom was wetter now than ever. A quick nudge to the ribs, however, brought me back to the moment.

"Um, yes. I'm her son. We're just finishing up here, and really don't appreciate the interruption. I'm sure there are other patrons needing your assistance," I said, fingers never leaving mom's engorged clit.

"Yes, well. Still the noises—are you sure everything is alright?" the attendant insisted.

I couldn't take much more of this. I grabbed my cock with my free hand, yanked mom's panties to the side and slid my shaft underneath her pussy. Mom gasped at the feeling of our naked organs meeting, then stared wide-eyed back at me. I wrapped my arms around her head and continued with the worker.

"I think everything is great. And you might hear some noises." I yanked the panties down and they fell to the floor, visible to anyone who cared to look. "We're...making changes in here, of course." I tugged at my own briefs and jeans, plopping them on top of the panties for cover. "But I'm doing just fine. And so is mom." I grabbed her leg and placed her foot on a small shelf on the wall. Mom's trimmed, wet pussy now stood spread before me. I positioned my cock head at its entrance as she looked on in disbelief. Her arms stayed wrapped around my waist, large, squishy breasts topped with hard nipples pressing against my bare chest. "But we'll need a little privacy," I continued, bending my knees a little and pressing slightly into mom's soaked folds. "To make sure," the head cleared her entrance with a gasp. Mom bit into my shoulder as I continued pressing. "Everything," I managed half my shaft into mom, her hips starting to buck against me. "Fits," I bottomed out. Our pelvises met. Mom groaned. I held her steady as I began thrusting in and out, slowly, creating gentle smacking sounds.

The attendant wasn't sold. "Ma'am, is that true? You're really with your son, having him try on some new things?" she persisted.

"Yes," mom replied, a bit too loudly. ""God yes." She looked back at me, small tear forming in her eye. "I'm with my son," she said, right as my cock head again pressed against her cervix. She kissed me passionately, as a lover, thrusting her tongue deep in my mouth while the employee waited. "And," mom continued, catching her breath, "we're making some changes. Changing, I mean." 

The wet smacking must have been obvious now. With each thrust my balls smacked against mom's drenched pussy. She whimpered softly. I moaned. We kissed. Our hands grabbed fleshy tits, ass, tongues ran along soft earlobes in between. 

The employee was undoubtedly pressed against the door, listening. I was growing close, and I could feel mom was too. So we needed to finally get rid of her.

"And if you must know," I said loudly, hoping to cover our other noises, "things are fitting quite well at the moment." Mom grinned up, as if to say "for you at least," while she continued sliding up and down my shaft. "And we may even be finished soon," mom nodded at that, "IF you will kindly give us a moment's peace!"

We heard the attendant pout and scamper off, and not a moment too soon. "Fuck son," mom nearly yelled. "God that was hot. I'm going to cum on your big cock really soon--" she eeked out, moments before her legs almost gave out. I grabbed her firmly against me, thrust hard in and out and felt a wave crash over mom, and a literal wave spill down my cock and onto my balls. She bucked, shook, and wrapped her arms around my neck to keep from falling. I held her for a good minute while she came, trying not to over-stimulate her now hyper-sensitive clit while still continuing my thrusting.

The experience was too much. I wouldn't last, and mom could sense it. When she recovered slightly from the powerful orgasm, she picked back up the rhythm of fucking, smacking sound now louder than ever.

"It's OK baby," mom whispered, kissing me softly on the lips. "I want you to cum now too." I kept thrusting.

"I really want you to cum honey," mom continued. She looked more flushed than before, and positively reeked of sex. "God damnit son. Fill me with your hot baby load. Mommy needs it now."

I stared back in disbelief, but the sensation was too good to stop now. I gripped mom's hips tightly, slammed them down on my cock a few more times and began pumping ropes of warm semen deep into mom's cunt.

"Finally baby. That's it," she murmured with each squirt. A trail of hot cum began running down my cock, down her leg, dropping globs on the floor. "Keep going."

I couldn't stop. I shuddered at each successive load. This time mom held me up, while I spurt, shook, and spurt some more. By the time I finished, the equivalent of a normal load of cum was already staining the floor; more was buried deep inside mom; more still smeared on her thighs and down her leg.

As mom and I held each other, still standing somewhat awkwardly in the corner of the room, we realized the ruckus we must have made. We quickly shoved our clothes back on, grabbed the selection we had picked out earlier and headed to the register.

While we were hurrying out, a strange thought occurred to me. "You know mom," I said softly, holding her hand as we walked. "In the future, you might need help fitting into your pants."

Mom looked back blankly as we reached the check-out station. As the employee began to speak she looked up, as if now realizing my meaning.

"Ooo, lots of stuff I see. Big change in store?" the cashier asked. "You bet," I replied, smiling. "Great. Well, were you completely satisfied with your visit today?" she continued.

"Absolutely," mom answered. "And I have a feeling we'll be doing this again very, very soon."

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All characters are over 18 and entirely fictional.