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Shopping with Me

By: SandraMustard



If you were to encounter me, it might go something like this:

You notice me and think you have discovered a pleasant diversion, someone to take your mind off your present task for a moment. I'm just another shopper like you, a mature woman at that; not some bouncy young thing who broadcasts that she knows she's hot but you're a pig for leering; rather, I have a sexuality that intrigues you.

You go into stalk-mode and think I am unaware. No mister, I am the hunter and I have targeted you. I'm not even operating alone; I have a bodyguard.

I play my first tease. I browse and examine items on shelves, bending slightly, reaching, and twisting my body. My tongue flicks across my lips; my fingers curl strands of hair behind my ear; my dress strap falls off my shoulder before being tugged back into place. You are certain you did not see a bra strap.

It's time to set the hook. I move around to another aisle, just out of sight. You follow, trying to be as casual as possible. You catch me straightening up with something from a bottom shelf but you're too late to see more than my bare legs and swishing dress.

You curse your slow pace while waiting to see if I put the item back. I'm examining my selection thoroughly, reading every word on the packaging, taking a long time to decide. Your eyes begin to tire from looking sideways before I finally start to bend over.

A quick turn of your head finds I've only leaned and you look elsewhere, pretending to find something, hoping you haven't given yourself away. Oh, you have; like a fish jerking on the line, I know you are hooked. I could repeat my bending if I wanted to amuse myself.

I carry my selection in the crook of my arm and start to walk away from you. You almost start to follow when I do a quick about-face. Startled, you awkwardly turn again to look at merchandise, until I stoop and put my selection down. My thighs stay close together and my dress doesn't droop far enough yet you see a lot of skin.

You are too far away and shadows leave you wondering, 'Is she wearing any underwear?' You vow not to be tardy again and to get closer. You want to know. You have to know.

As I walk away, you don't notice the gesture that signals to my watcher that the game is afoot. He tails us but you are too engrossed in me to realize it. The chase has begun. I will lead you around as long as I can get away with it.

From one department to another, to other stores or shops, if I sense a waning commitment on your part, I will up the ante with a glimpse of boob or ass-cheek but never with a direct line of sight. You will become aggravated at always being in the wrong position.

If you are diligent enough, I will eventually reward you with a long, frontal, down-blouse view of my breasts. Like most of my targets, you're so enthralled with your success, I could easily catch you perving my charms but I give you a pass. You are totally committed at this stage such that nothing will deter you from sighting the holy grail of my body ... my pussy.

I've finally lured you to my playground, a shoe store. Your heart quickens as you analyze the facts that point to a certain unveiling. Your cock is now hanging heavy, causing a noticeable bulge in your pants. I peek through the shoe racks to confirm your arousal and know it's time for a finale.

You anticipate the position you need to take for a front row seat near the closest bench seat and feign interest in some shoes there. I can smile at your total loss of decorum because they are probably for a child or a woman.

Instead, I cross you up by bending over at the waist toward you to slip on a pair of sandals, giving a perfect view of my bare ass to someone else. You are furious. You've been following me for almost thirty minutes and some schmuck gets the money shot with no effort on his part. I almost laugh at your reddened face.

At last, I walk over to the bench seat with two pair of shoes with heel straps. You swallow hard and your cock twitches. Several teasing glimpses between my legs provide no telling detail. Your breath halts with each move I make. When I stand to check the fit, my legs gap open briefly to display something dark. Was it panties or pubes?

Trying on the second pair appears to give me some trouble. I bend sideways to pull and adjust one of the shoe straps but your eyes are locked on my open legs. You can clearly see my naked labial lips, red folds of skin parted to pinkish flesh, and my neatly trimmed pubic hairs. Seconds tick by as you gawk uncontrollably. Five seconds, ten, then fifteen, I struggle and you stare. Your cock is now rock hard. You want to walk over to me, drop to your knees, and dive tongue-first into my heavenly portal.

Suddenly, another man walks up. I stand up and give him a big hug. His hand slips under my dress and cups my ass. I quickly kick off the shoes, slip mine back on, and walk away arm-in arm with him, my ass swishing an enchanting goodbye.

You may decide to duck into a men's restroom to rub one out before finding your way back to your starting point to resume your shopping. Maybe you'll wait until you get home and bang the hell out of your significant other.

Me? I'm either in a restroom or our car, my husband's fingers probing my soaking-wet pussy, rubbing my clit until I explode in a furious orgasm. Being an exhibitionist is very arousing and I take my hobby to a professional level.

Shopping with Mike



After I met Mike at a fancy dress party, I started to call him up and suggested we hang out together.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, a little suspiciously, the second time I rang, "You're not interested in me for my looks, surely? You could get any guy you wanted".

We'd slept together once after our first meeting and, just between us, he's OK in bed. Strictly average. I sighed and wondered how to say what I wanted to say to him. 

"Mike, you're short and a little overweight, let's not mince words, but you're a great dancer and you know how to look after a girl".

"Hmmm. I'm not sure how to take that", he said, sounding a little hurt.

"I'll make it up to you. Don't worry!" I laughed. "C'mon, let's go shopping on Saturday!"

"What do you want to buy?" he asked, with curiosity in his voice.

"What do you think, Mike? Clothes, of course! I'd love to shop with you because I can show off around you and you just let me do my thing. OK?"

* * * 

He came to pick me up Saturday at 11. My flatmate, Vicky, answered the door.

"She's in her room, Mike. Go on through", I could hear her say, with a smile in her voice.

I deliberately wanted to give Mike a bit of treat so I hadn't dressed at all. He knocked on my door and came in. I was sitting on my bed reading a magazine, with my legs crossed and my hands covering my pussy.

"Hi Mike!" 

"Oh. Hi. Umm . . ." He blushed and looked at the floor for a moment before he collected himself, "Am I early or something? I'll go and wait outside".

"No, no. Wait here; I'm almost ready to go. I've just gotta pull on something. I've showered - and I've done something else as well," I said with a naughty little laugh. "Wanna see?"

I moved my hands and stretched my legs out in front of me. Mike's eyes went to my pussy, which I'd shaved very carefully that morning. 

"Very nice", he murmured, as he sat on edge of the bed and finally smiled a little. "Do we have to go out after all?" 

"If you think you've come over just to fuck me, no way!" I laughed. I leapt up off the bed and stood in front of my mirror.

"Will you pick something for me to wear, Mike?"

I loved teasing him, seeing him change from an embarrassed schoolboy to a confident flirt - and back again. He was bright red now and didn't know what to say.

"Sure. Um, OK. You're fine as you are, you know", he finally said, forcing a grin.

I lifted my heavy breasts with both hands and stood, facing him.

"I can't exactly go out like this, can I?" I said with a smile, as I jiggled my tits. "I need something that'll hide these - at least a little", I added as I turned and took a step towards him.

Mike was still sitting on my bed, not sure how to react. 

"There's my wardrobe - you choose something for me". I leaned forward so my hanging breasts almost brushed his nose. Feeling him so close, I felt all tingly and horny and couldn't help teasing him a little bit more.

"You know, Mike, I shaved down here for a reason, too", I said quietly, reaching down my with freshly painted nails.

I know it wasn't fair for me to work him up that way, but the poor guy couldn't help making a grab for me. I shook his hand off my tit and nimbly stepped out of his way, giggling.

"Now, now, Mike. C'mon, choose some clothes for me, or we'll be late. I want you to take me out to lunch wearing something new!"

He had turned bright red again but at least now he got up and turned to my wardrobe. The first few things he selected were absolutely no good for daytime street wear. 

"What do you think I am, Mike, a hooker or something?" I asked, as I wiggled my hips in a satin minidress with a lace-up front. 

The next two outfits were strictly for parties too: a sideless ankle length dress, and an eight inch vinyl skirt with a bustier top. But I modelled them for him and had fun doing a little striptease as I removed them. I could see his hard on in his pants the whole time, so I sat back down on the bed next to him. 

"Mike, feel free to wank, if you'd like. I love knowing that I turn a guy on. Let's have a look here".

I unzipped his pants and took out his thick cock, dark with blood. It stood up straight and I wiggled it left and right, feeling it stiffen even more.

"Ally, I'm going crazy here!" Mike said. "C'mon babe, why don't we . . ."

His words trailed off as I leaned down and put my lips around his dick. His hands went to my bare tits and his hips started moving rhythmically up and down as my head bobbed.

I was starting to get horny myself, and was wondering if I had any condoms left, when he came with a gush. I was so surprised that I didn't swallow; his cum bubbled down my chin onto my tits. 

"Very nice Mike. Short and sweet, huh?" I winked at him.

He turned bright red again, "I'm sorry Ally. I came a bit fast, huh?" He stood up and turned towards my bathroom. I threw him a pink towel and, after he'd cleaned up, I wiped myself off as well. 

"Mmmm, I like the smell of cum on me when I'm going out to show off. It makes me even hornier than usual!" I said softly.

* * * 

"Do you often alter your clothes so that they're more revealing?" he asked once we were in the car. 

Mike had finally chosen something suitable for Saturday shopping: one of my thin, tight, pink midriff t-shirts, a frayed pair of cutoff shorts with a very small g-string underneath and my new 5" cork soled platform sandals. Mike was looking at how much flesh was visible through my shortened shorts.

"Sometimes", I giggled, stretching my legs out. "I went a bit far with these shorts, so I've gotta wear a g-string during the day. They sit nice and low on my hips 'cause, see, I've cut the waistband off".

I wiggled in my seat to show Mike how loose they were and so that he could see quite a bit of g-string.

"So, Ally, what's your biggest turn-on as far as clothes go?" he went on, as the car made its way towards the shopping centre.

I stretched my legs out and put my feet on the dash. "Shoes!"

"Shoes?" Mike asked, quizzically.

"Did you notice the shoes in my wardrobe, Mike?"

"Um, yeah. I did, actually. They're just about all high heels".

I explained to Mike the appeal of really high heeled shoes to a girl who's not much above five feet. 

"And when you've got tits like mine, Mike, high heels make them really stand out. If I wear flat shoes, I really need to wear a bra".

I went on to tell Mike that platforms suited me best because I could easily afford to add six inches to my height. 

"And, after a bit of practice, you can walk in them quite easily!" I added.

The whole time we were talking, I noticed Mike's eyes strayed to my legs and feet. I spread my knees wide apart and looked down to see if he was also getting glimpses at my g-string through the frayed crotch. 

"Naughty boy! What have you been trying to peek at?"

He reddened again and looked back at the road, without saying anything. I thought I'd might as well enjoy myself while we were driving, so I licked a finger and slid it into the loose crotch of my shorts.

"Mmmm, that's nice", I said, getting Mike's attention once more.

"Ally, can I ask you something else?"

"Sure, anything you like". I'd pushed the narrow g-string aside and found my favourite spot on my clit, so I closed my eyes to enjoy it better as Mike's car purred along.

All of sudden, Mike poured forth with a torrent of questions: "How often do you go out like this, looking to show off?"; "How many guys have you slept with?"; "What do your friends think of your exhibitionism?"; "Have any of your boyfriends minded you doing this sort of thing?"; "What's the most public place you've masturbated in?"; "When did you first show yourself off in public?"

"Whoa, Mike, hold on!!" I laughed.

I could tell his questions were genuine curiosity, not a way to make me feel guilty, so I answered them honestly. We laughed together at some of the things I'd done and I could feel my horniness grow as I told Mike a detailed story about the night I went out and danced, pantyless, in my sideless minidress on a bar.

By the time we pulled into the shopping centre carpark, Mike had recovered his composure and was a bit more confident. "Let's play a little game, OK?" he offered.

"OK? What's the game?" I asked, curiously.

"I want you to take your g-string off in the first shop and leave it there".

I thought for a moment and grinned at Mike. "Hmmm. That could be fun".

Mike's idea made me feel horny as anything by the time we got into the mall. My shorts were done up and my top was pulled down properly, but walking in my cork platforms gave my tits a nice bounce.

"Can you see my nipples?" I asked Mike. I stopped in the busy arcade and stretched the fabric tight across my chest with my hands. Two guys had also stopped and I enjoyed the feeling of them watching me.

"Oh yeah!" Mike said enthusiastically, taking my hand and walking on.

* * * 

Mike stopped me at a shop which had a display of miniskirts. He pointed out one made of denim which seemed pretty short.

"Looks a bit Pamela Anderson to me", I said. "But I'll try it on for you, if you want!"

The shop assistant was a tall girl with very slim legs who was wearing the same skirt herself with a tank top and a matching jacket.

"Wow, that skirt looks great on you!" I said to her. "I've just gotta try one on". I've learned that if you get these shop girls on-side, they don't mind you showing off a bit in their store.

"Here's one a size larger than mine", the girl commented primly, with arched eyebrows. "It looks good when it sits low on the hips". She gave her own hips a little sway, looking across at Mike.

"Does it? Well, I'll make sure I wear it real low. Do you want to come and help me, Mike?" I asked with a wicked grin.

He surprised me. "No, I'll wait here until you come out".

I took off my shorts and hung my g-string on a peg. The skirt fitted me perfectly. It was done up with six side buttons, but I only buttoned the two middle ones so that it balanced precariously, showing my hip bones. I experimented with wiggling my hips to see if it would slide off altogether. 

I came out into the shop to show Mike. "I'm glad I shaved, Mike, because it would show something if I didn't huh?"

I moved to look at myself in the mirror, where I pushed the bottom of my t-shirt up, just showing the bottom curve of my tits. I stood there with my arms by my sides, taking in the effect of so much belly on show, almost down to the top of my slit.

"That looks great!" Mike said. "What do you think?" He turned to the shop assistant.

"Your girlfriend looks very sexy in that, although it's about to fall off her if she doesn't do up the buttons", she replied with the tiniest sneer in her voice.

"You're right", I said, turning the skirt around so that the buttons were at the front. "Would you do them up for me?"

The shop girl squatted down in front of me to do so, but stopped when she realised I wasn't wearing panties. She looked up at me, embarrassed and speechless. I smiled as I undid the remaining two buttons and held the skirt to cover my butt, but completely showing my bare pussy to her, mere inches from her nose.

"I think I'll leave it, but thanks anyway", I said as I handed the skirt to her and walked around her, back into the changeroom.

I emerged a minute later, leaving my g-string on its peg, remembering Mike's 'game'. I was wondering if he'd notice that I'd 'forgotten' to do up the top two buttons on my shorts. This had the effect of making them slide around a bit and, from above, giving passers-by glimpses of bare flesh.

"Very nice", said Mike, winking, when he saw me. "Let's move on".

* * * 

As we wandered, several guys turned to look at me. My tits felt great stretching against the tight material of my shirt and I had a way of walking in my heels to exaggerate the way they jiggled. 

My shorts gradually worked their way down and, at one point, I thought they were going to fall right off, but by wiggling my hips a certain way, I could just keep them up. 

"Ally, just stop for a moment", Mike said, pulling me to a halt in front of a busy cafe. He slid his hand down the gaping back of my shorts and pulled me to him for a kiss. The feeling of my shorts halfway down my backside in public and my tits pressing into Mike made me feel extremely horny.

"C'mon", I laughed, pulling away after a few kisses.

We walked on and, as I took my steps, I kept adjusting my shorts in a way which made them ride up the cleft of my cheeks. Mike would occasionally slide his hand in and quickly squeeze my butt, but I didn't mind at all. I was aware of several young guys following at a distance and I kept looking behind and giggling as I wiggled my little butt at them. 

"Mike, let's go in here!" I stopped him in front of an evening wear shop which had a sign out the front reading, "Surprise Him Tonight!". The window display contained a number of sexy and revealing outfits; just looking at them was making my juices flow.

"Hey, Ally! Look at this one!" Mike called me over to look at a mannequin in the doorway wearing a low cut clingy minidress with the waist slit up both sides. "Are you game?" he grinned, as I felt the thin material.

The shop assistant wore a name-tag reading 'Meryl' which bounced nicely on her chest. I couldn't help noticing that Mike took a lot of interest in Meryl's miniskirt, which showed off her tanned thighs almost to her crotch. 

"How may I help you?" she asked, staring wide-eyed at my loose shorts as she tottered over to us in her strappy sandals.

"I'd like to try one of those on" I said, pointing at the dress. Meryl was still staring at my skimpy shorts, so I stood with my hands on my hips, moving them down a fraction more, wondering how much of my smooth mound Meryl could see. 

As Meryl turned, Mike admired her shapely butt as she leaned over to get a dress from a low-lying shelf. I took the absurdly skimpy piece of unlined fabric into the changeroom and, as I held it up in front of me, I wondered how I'd get it on.

I could hear Mike, outside, flirting with Meryl. "What you're wearing looks sensational on you, you know . . ."

I heard Meryl giggling in response as I breathed in and squeezed into the dress. Only then, though, did I notice there was no mirror actually in the changeroom. I'd have to go out to even get a decent glimpse of myself. 

"Mike, I'm coming out!" I called, as I tied my shoes back on.

"Jeez, Ally!" were his words when I walked out. I immediately saw why he reacted that way. In the light of the shop, the dress was virtually sheer: through the fabric, the darkness of my nipples could clearly be seen. My little pussy slit remained hidden - at least for the moment - as the dress was just long enough to cover my crotch.

"I think you should lower the whole dress a little", Meryl offered, with a little smile. "That way, it'll cover you down there and you've got plenty up top to hold it up, after all".

I let her adjust the straps of the dress until most of my tits were bulging out the top. "I can't exactly do any leaning over in this, can I?" I laughed, looking down into my cleavage.

I turned to look at myself from the rear and was pleased to see that, even standing up straight, a hint of brown butt cheek was visible. "Definitely no leaning!" I giggled.

I walked over to a sofa and sat down on it, smoothing the dress over my thighs as I crossed my legs, pretending that modesty was important to me. "So, does this dress show a little too much leg?" I asked Meryl, as I ran my hand up my upper thigh and hip.

"Well, it is quite revealing, but you've got the legs to do it", she smiled, looking across at Mike, who smiled back at her.

"Do you think so?" I asked coquettishly, as I stretched my crossed legs out along the sofa. I could feel Meryl's and Mike's eyes admiring my smooth brown legs, but they didn't respond.

I then leaned back, with my hands behind my head, causing the dress to ride up just above my crotch. Meryl caught her breath when she saw I wasn't wearing panties and looked at Mike, as if looking for some explanation. Mike remained transfixed and looked from my pussy to Meryl's legs, then back again.

"You've got beautiful legs, too, Meryl", I said, admiring her shapely calves and thighs - and her little feet with their painted nails. She reddened a little and looked down at the floor, so I thought I'd see how much mileage I could get out of this situation.

"Do you wear panties, Meryl?" I added, with a smile, separating my legs just a fraction.

"Umm. Yeah. I do". Meryl glanced at me - then at Mike. She was obviously wondering whether this was some sort of scam.

"As you can see, I don't", I went on. "I like it when people see my pussy, especially sexy girls like you Meryl". 

I spread my legs a little further still, until my pussy lips, slightly swollen now, could be seen. Meryl was silent, but clearly fascinated, her eyes glued to my pussy. 

"Mike, come over here", I asked gently, as I started to stroke myself, putting one foot up onto the back of the sofa. My legs were spread wide now and my inner lips were visible, wet and pink.

Mike obediently came forward and sat on the sofa, between my outstretched legs. "I'm sure Meryl would like to watch", I added, glancing at Meryl, who couldn't help moving closer herself.

"Have you ever seen a naked woman like this, Meryl?" I asked.

"Umm. No". She was bright red and her hands were rubbing anxiously against the sides of her thighs.

"Should you close the shop for a few minutes, Meryl?" Mike asked. "We can all have some fun together that way".

"I can't!" Meryl blurted out. 

Mike and I looked at each other while Meryl stopped and appeared to think for a moment. "Well, I suppose for five minutes I could".

She ran to the counter and picked up a little sign which she hung in the door, locking it behind her. When she returned to us, Mike had started to lick my pussy and Meryl was visibly more relaxed; she even had a little smile.

"Are you guys doing this as a dare?" she asked, standing with her hands on her hips. "Or is this some kind of turn on for you both?"

"It's a turn on for me", I replied, "but Mike can speak for himself. Actually, he can't right now", I giggled, watching Mike's tongue and lips working busily away.

"Feel free to touch yourself Meryl", I said. "In fact, I'd love it if you did".

She reddened again and smoothed her skirt across her thighs in an anxious movement. "I've never done that in front of someone else before. Not even my boyfriend".

"Here, then, I'll show you what to do", I said, gently moving Mike's face away from my pussy. I sat up straight on the sofa, both feet on the floor, and motioned to Meryl to come closer. 

"Let me see what's under this skirt", I said, as she came within arm's reach. I slid my hands up her taut thighs and found the waistband of her panties. Meryl didn't resist as I pulled them down and let them drop to her feet. 

"Nice g-string Meryl", I said. 

She stepped aside and I picked up the crumpled fabric and held it against my face. "Mmmm, you've been getting horny, haven't you?"

Meryl mumbled something and looked at my outstretched legs.

"Tell me, Meryl, do you have fantasies about working here without your underwear? I certainly would."

"Well, umm, sometimes", she eventually admitted, blushing once more. "A woman like you came in a few weeks ago and tried on all sorts of things without panties or a bra on. It made me so wet . . ."

I listened to her words trail off and I could see by the way she now looked at me that she was coming around to my way of thinking.

"I've got an idea, Meryl". I paused for effect while she looked from my legs to my face.

"I'd like to touch your pussy and you can touch mine. Mike here won't do a thing, except perhaps play with himself, not unless you want him to".




Shopping with Mike



Mike looked hopefully at Meryl, as if he was expecting her to blow him. All she did was nod and slowly unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I took her butt and pulled her hips towards me, enjoying the look and scent of her trimmed bush up close.


"So, are you two married?" Meryl asked, as my tongue started making little circles on her pussy lips. 

Mike burst out laughing. "No way! We just hang out together. I don't have a girlfriend", he added, looking at Meryl meaningfully.

For the next couple of minutes, I gave Meryl the best blowjob I could, as I fingered my own pussy almost to orgasm. Meryl's legs spread wider to give me access, but I could see she wasn't relaxed enough to come. Mike stood nearby, watching, his hand rubbing an obviously hard dick through his pants.

I pulled my mouth away from Meryl and she took a couple of steps back. "Have you ever seen another couple have sex, Meryl?" I asked. 

Mike's eyes looked at me expectantly, and then at Meryl for her answer. "No, definitely not", she said, cautiously. "Are you going to do it? Now?"

I leaned back onto the sofa, holding my legs wide apart by the ankles. "Well, if Mike wants to come over here, I'd be very happy", I giggled.

Within seconds, Mike had pulled his pants and shorts down and his thick purple cock was sticking out nicely. He looked to Meryl, as if he expected some sort of compliment.

She just stood aside silently, however, watching us both. Mike kneeled on the floor again and, in one smooth action, his cock was deep inside me.

"Oh, Mike! That feels sensational!" I cried, as I enjoyed that feeling of fullness when a fat cock is in me.

Mike started pumping away, slowly, then quickly, and I was pleased to see Meryl's own hand go to her pussy and start moving rapidly. She started making little panting noises and I could also feel Mike's cock getting fatter.

"Oh, yeah!" Mike said, as he pushed hard against me and came. I could feel a big spurt deep inside me and I held him tight. I wanted that hard feeling to stay inside me for a little longer, as I watched Meryl pleasure herself.

"Sit", I said softly to Mike, as he pulled out and slumped onto the sofa next to me. We both watched Meryl, whose loose dark hairs were stuck to her perspiring forehead as two slender fingers continued in and out of her squelching pussy. 

"Oh, oh, oh", she panted softly as her eyes met mine. Suddenly, she came. Her face froze and the colour drained quickly. Her hand stayed where it was and her legs trembled for a few seconds.

"Come, sit here", I said quietly, patting the seat next to me. She squeezed next to me, breathing heavily, her legs outstretched, a finger still inside herself.

The three of us sat silently on the sofa and I listened to a clock tick and the hum of shoppers outside in the arcade. 

"Well, Meryl, how did that feel?" I asked, turning to her, putting a hand on her damp thigh. By now, her hands were in her lap and she looked normal, although a little dishevelled.

She smiled and leaned down, pulling her skirt towards her. "I suppose I'd better open the shop again, huh?"

As she stood and pulled her skirt on and then turned towards the door, she added, "You guys can keep my g-string if you like."



Shopping with Milk



Beatrice nervously pushed her cart down the aisle stocked with bottles, formula, and there at the end on the bottom shelf, breast pumps. She had come straight from the gym, her sunglasses on, and she hoped no one would recognize her. Her secret, sexual desire was to lactate, and since she had never been pregnant, it had stayed in the realm of fantasy. Overcome with lust at the thought of her small, perky breasts being filled with milk, she had researched and found certain hormones and herbs that induced lactation. Over the past couple months, Beatrice had been taking the pills and herbal remedies daily, and of course stimulating her nipples. Her dedication had paid off, this morning during her morning breast rub a few white drops had appeared on the tip of her pink nipple. Now she decided a breast pump was in order to try to increase her milk supply.

There were so many to choose from though, and the pros and cons of manual versus electric, various brands, worried her mind. She had leaned down trying to decide, and her jogging shorts, already short, were unknowingly exposing the bottom of her ass. That caught the attention of a man, Richard, down the aisle. He moved his cart closer to appreciate the view of the long legs ending at the edges of a pair of pink panties peeking out from her shorts. The woman was shopping for breast pumps! He felt himself getting aroused at the thought. Breastfeeding was so erotic. He had never actually suckled milk from a breast, but the simple act of a nipple in his mouth, was a turn on. The woman stood up, and backed into him accidentally. She was not pregnant, nor had she been recently. Her figure was slim, with narrow hips and a small bust.

"Pardon me," Beatrice said in apology. She was so embarrassed, here was a handsome guy seeing her browsing breast pumps! He seemed at unease himself, and was wondering what she needed a breast pump for.

"No, I am sorry for getting in your way. I'm Richard, but my friends call me Rick." He went on to introduce himself. "Can I help you with anything?" he blurted out.

Laughing, Beatrice introduced herself, and felt a funny sensation in her breasts. Then to her dismay noticed two round wet spots on the front of her sports bra. She had let down and leaked milk! Rick noticed too, and made a joke on how she must be in dire need of the device. Taking a chance, Bea said shakily, "Can you help me pick out a pump?"

Rick was shocked, and bent over to pick out a box before she changed her mind or laughed it off as a joke. He ended up with a small electric dual pump, and Bea placed it in her cart without a word. They walked towards the front of the store to check out, and continued talking. Once in the parking lot, as they were going to say good bye, Rick mentioned she might need help assembling the pump. Taking him up on his offer, he agreed to come over to Bea's house later that day to help.

A few hours later Rick arrived at Bea's door, and she ushered in him. She was wearing a simple cotton blouse and a knee length skirt. They sat on the couch a few feet from one another, and began opening the box. It was not very complicated and soon the pump was together and plugged in, all that was left was to turn it on and begin pumping.

Bea thanked Rick, and said perhaps he would like to go into the kitchen to grab a snack while she attempted to pump. It was clear the assembly and their conversation at the store had been foreplay, and Rick was disappointed not to watch Bea pump milk from her breast. He willingly went into the kitchen though, and sat at the table with a soda trying to concentrate and read the newspaper. He could hear the noise of the electric pump motor stop and start, stop and start. Bea called out to him, "Rick, could you lend me a hand." He would gladly lend her more than a hand.

Re-entering the living room, he saw Bea sitting with her blouse open and bra less. She explained she could not get the breast shield to seal around her, as per the instructions. Rick reread the instruction booklet, and said either water or breast milk could be used to moisten the shield. He reached over and squeezed Bea's right tit, until milk droplets were escaping her nipple. Rubbing the shield with the milk he helped her hold it in place while she switched the pump back on. It was working much better. He could see her little pink nipples being pulled in the clear tubes by the suction of the pump. Bea leaned back on the sofa cushions, holding a pump to each breast.

Rick sat at the end of the couch, put her feet in his lap and began to give her a foot massage while the pump did its work. After 10 minutes or so a small collection of breast milk had pooled in the bottles attached to the pump. Rick wondered what it would taste like, and if Bea would want him to drink it. She was obviously turned on, and trying not to show her growing sexual arousal. Rick began to rub higher on her legs, above her knees, below her skirt. Her skin was soft and smooth, and she was trying to keep her knees clasped, but her hips were moving side to side. He continued with his hands on her legs, until his fingers reached her panties. Oh, they were wet. Her hands were busy holding the pumps, but she spread her legs for him. Pushing up her skirt, he pulled off her panties. Holding them up, he put them to Bea's face and rubbed the wet crotch of the panties on her cheek. "Does milking your titties make your pussy wet?" he teasingly asked her. A moan was answer enough.

Next, he inserted a finger into her, while rubbing her clit. He felt the tight sides of her, and found the little textured square of her "g" spot and pressed hard. Bea was breathing hard and was grinding her hips, she started lifting up, but Rick pressed her her hips back down. Withdrawing his fingers, they were wet, he put them to her mouth and told her to suck. Bea complied by licking her own juices from his hand, finger by finger. She was obviously close to achieving orgasm, and was having trouble holding the pumps steady to her breasts.

Rick had finally pulled out his throbbing erect cock, ready to enter Bea. He replaced his hands with Bea's on the pumps, and she quickly began to stroke him with her freed hand. With one of her hands on his member, squeezing the head and shaft, the other was rubbing her pussy. She spread her lips to invite him to enter. Still holding the pumps, he thrusted into her. On top of her he drove his cock in over and over, enjoying the wetness and friction. They were both close to coming, and without turning off the pump he pulled them away from her breasts.

Milk sprayed out, across his chest. Arching her back, Bea began to come, her pussy contracting, grunting Rick released into her. Flooding with cum, Bea reached up to massage her tender breasts. Her nipples were larger than normal, and her tits were puffy. Rick leaned down and began to softly suckle on them. Kissing and sucking them gently, he enjoyed the last tastes of milk from Bea's drained breasts.

Leaning over he picked up one of the pumps, and unscrewed the half filled bottle of breast milk. Sitting up over Bea he poured the milk slowly over her tits, and licked it off her body. It ran all around and down her, and he followed it. From her neck to her thighs he licked the thin, sweet milk from her still quivering body. As they lay together on the sofa, Rick could think of plenty of other things to do with her milk in the future.



Shopping With My Love



On our last trip to this neighborhood to have a nice romantic dinner, we had done some window-shopping at a new lingerie store down the street for our restaurant. We had loved the display and given each other a look that said it all when we noticed the name of the store, The "Elegant Slut". The windows were full of very sexy lingerie in all forms. We stood there, holding hands at the window and shared our thoughts on the displayed items. We promised each other that we would definitely return. I really do love my life with you.

On the following Saturday, we decided to spend the afternoon together shopping and "the slut" as we had named it was our last stop. As we enter the store and notice that we are the only customers, we are immediately impressed with the surroundings. We are both impressed with the store, its ambiance, its class and the sexually charged atmosphere. But then again, any place can be sexually charged when we are together. 

As we browse and admire the offerings, the proprietor, a sexy woman in her thirties, greets us. We both notice that she is dressed in a slightly revealing short dress, complimented with stockings, heels and is showing plenty of cleavage. She is very helpful, warm and friendly as she suggests a few items for you, complimenting you as she does so. We talk briefly, introducing ourselves and offering her compliments on the store and it's contents. She then leaves us to our own discoveries as we continue our afternoon adventure, picking out items for you to try on.

After having found a few very nice and sexy items, we head towards the back of the store in search of the dressing room. As we pass by the desk, you ask the woman if we can try on the garments we had decided on. The proprietor answers with a warm smile and assures us that we are free to try on anything and take as much time as we like. 

With that, we head towards the dressing room, you leading me by the hand and me following with great appreciation. As we enter the dressing room, we notice that it is spacious and warmly lit, with sensual images of women adorning the walls.  The room is furnished with an over-stuffed post-modern couch and a dressing table with a large mirror. After admiring the surroundings and hanging your selections together, we share a knowing look into each other's eyes. I love that look and can read your thoughts, just as I know that you are seeing deep into my soul and mind.

As I seat myself on the plush animal print couch, you grab a very sexy and lacy bustier and hold it against you. You ask if we should start with this and I just tell you yes with my eyes. As you turn and undress while facing the mirror, I am filled with a rush of wonderful thoughts. In the past six months, my life has changed completely. I had always held out hope for someone like you but I often wondered if you existed and if we could somehow find each other. We had both decided that fate took its time but that in the end, we were destined to find each other. I know that I had never imagined a truer, more wonderful and honest love with a woman. I had only dreamed of someone that had wanted be for everything that I was and accepted my appreciation for all of her. We had become so free and open as we fell in love, sharing every dream, sadness, joy and even our deepest thoughts and fantasies. We had the safe and lasting closeness that we both had dreamt of.

I was watching your reflection in the mirror as you stepped into the garment, and adjusted it to your sexy shape. My soul fills, my heart jumps and my mind races as I watch you brush your hair from your face and adjust the fit of the lingerie. I watched as you cupped your breasts to get just the right fit of the top and catch my eye admiring you in the mirror. 

I ask you ton turn around and as you do, I am really feeling lucky and blessed that we had somehow found each other. I rise to meet you as you stand before me. You mention that you feel very sexy in this as I reach to feel the softness of the lingerie enveloping your body. As I run my hand up you body from your thighs to where your breasts swell in their lacy confines our eyes meet deeply and I tell you how sexy you look. 

Our lips meet in a warm sensual kiss as I hold you, and we explore each other in needful desire. The afternoon has been filled with teasing and flirting and now that we are alone, I am not sure I can let go of you. You had been flirting with me all afternoon and I had been aroused a few times by just being close to you, watching you and also noting the attention you had gotten from various people we had encountered. 

I feel your desire rise as well and know that you get turned on playing for me, attracting attention and teasing me while playing the flirt. I hold you close as our hands explore each other. As I cup your ass in my hands and pull you tight against me, you moan as you feel my desire for you. I love your fit against me and know that we are too far-gone to stop. Mindless of our surroundings, I lower the top of your garment and expose your breasts to my touch and to my lips. As I take your nipple between my lips, I feel it grow hard in my mouth as you utter an appreciative moan.

As I tease you and arouse you, you reach down with your sexy hand and begin to massage my growing cock through my shorts. You know exactly how to touch me and I am now throbbing beneath your expert hands. I reach below the bustier to feel you and am greeted by your warm arousal. As I reach your wet pussy, I release your nipple to tell you how wet you are and how good your pussy feels on my fingers. You moan at my words and I feel you pussy get wetter under my touch.

I now rise to kiss you again, while gently rubbing your clit just the way you like. Our tongues play with each other, teasing, giving and accepting each other. You feel my fingers enter you and squeeze my hard thick cock with appreciation. You are so wet and smooth as your pussy accepts my fingers. As we continue our kiss, I bring my fingers, coated with your juices to our lips. We take them in, sharing your taste, savoring you together, adding to our desire.

As we beak our kiss, you playfully and seductively make your way down my body never breaking our eye contact. I stare into those eyes I love, those eyes that excite me while I watch you undo my belt and lower my shorts to the floor. I am filled with love, appreciation and pure lust as you stare into my eyes and begin to pump my hard cock with both of your skillful and pretty hands. Only you can touch me in that way and I am always amazed that you know exactly how I need and want to be touched.

I watch in total admiration, pride and lust as you position my thick cock before your lips, sliding both hands down the shaft as I enter your warm and wet mouth. You look so sexy, kneeling before me, pumping me slowly with both hands as my cock slips in and out of your mouth. As you gaze up at me you take your mouth away, you whisper in a lustful voice that you love my cock and that you have wanted it all day. You voice makes me throb as you return your mouth to my hard cock.

As much as I need and want to let you continue until I fill your hot mouth with my come, I gently pull you back up to me and greet you with a soulful and sensual kiss. Your mouth is purely erotic, feeling the heat and tasting me on your lips. We kiss passionately as I turn you and gently lower you to the waiting couch. With my hands on your spread thighs, I kiss your neck, whispering that you feel so good and are so sexy. I kiss my way down to your breasts, and then between your open legs.

I stop to admire you as I lightly stroke your erect clit, loving you and lusting for your very wet and inviting pussy. I bend closer, taking in your arousal, as I reach you with my tongue. I gently begin to lick you, tasting you, arousing you as you reach to hold my head in your hands. I love this and could lick and taste you forever. You respond to my tongue and begin to rotate you hips, rubbing your very wet pussy against my face. I look up to find you loving me with a look that thrills me to no end, wanting, loving and lusting. 

I bring my hand to your wetness, finding my way inside your tight wet pussy while my tongue continues to explore you. You rise to accept my fingers as they slowly thrust deep into you. We never break out eye contact as you hold my hear in your loving hands and I pleasure you, fucking you deep and slow while my tongue caresses your clit.

Your moans and words of encouragement drive me on and I feel my cock throb at every erotic sound and word you emit. I am lost in your pleasure, reveling in your taste and the feel of your wet pussy gripping my thrusting fingers. You are bucking against me, rubbing your hot pussy against my face and coating me with your wonderful nectar. We have never lost eye contact as we have lost ourselves in one another, totally ignoring our surroundings. I notice your eyes, shift past me and widen as you continue to enjoy my eager attention to your hot sex.

You moan and grow wetter, more frantic in your movements as I continue to savor you, drink you and pleasure you. I am turned on, thinking that you have found yourself in the mirror and are watching our erotic scene as if you were a voyeur, spying on a hot couple fucking, playing, and enjoying each other. I love that you are visual and am so glad to do anything that will give you maximum pleasure.

I feel you grip tighten on my head as you franticly begin to rub your dripping pussy against my face, fucking me to nirvana. You groan as you hold me tight against you, urgently rubbing your hot, wet pussy against my eager tongue and fingers. As I briefly lift my head from you to tell you how much I love you fucking my mouth like this, I hear a moan, but not from you.

I turn, still thrusting into you and follow your eyes to the source of your attention. With never ending amazement in you, and I join you in appreciation of the scene before you. Leaning against the door, is the sexy woman who had greeted us ten minutes before. She is leaning against the doorframe, lost in her own pleasure but watching you very closely. She is as if posed, standing with her legs slightly spread and her short skirt raised above her garter belt with one hand stoking her click while she slowly fucks herself with the fingers of her other hand.

As I turn to face you, your eyes and your needful groan welcome me. I can feel the heat rising for your pussy as you guide my head back between your wonderful legs. I am so turned on, so in love and so happy that you are enjoying this. I live to see you enjoy pleasure and feel as if I am the luckiest man alive as I welcome your wet pussy to my face once again. I watch your eyes as I bring you pleasure, feeling your desire and your sexual high as if we were one. I want this for you, I want you to come like you never have before and I want you to share it with the sexy woman who is fucking you with her eyes.

I can now feel your heat building, your very tight and wet pussy is throbbing around my fingers as I fuck you deeply and lick you as only I can. The room is now filled with the moans of both you and our voyeur and the erotic sound has my cock throbbing between my legs. You buck against me, now starting to contract on my fingers as I am determined to give you the best orgasm of your life. You moan towards me, sharing a look that only we could share, and beg me to make you come. 

As I thrust into you and bring you to your sexual height, I revel in sharing this with you, giving you every satisfaction. I feel your hands grip me as you now come for me, rubbing your contracting pussy against my face. I can hear the moans behind me and know that our voyeur is coming with for you and with you. As your contractions grow and spread through your body, I drink you and savor your pleasure while our voyeur savors you, fucking you with her with her mind as she comes against her thrusting fingers…. 

As you relax in bliss, you release my head from your hands and guide me to you gently. We come together in a kiss as we both share your wetness on my lips. You reach down to feel me, gripping my cock as you tell me how hard you came. Your touch is welcome as I feel that I could burst from watching your pleasure. You stroke me expertly as you tease me with you tongue.

You them pull me higher, to sit next to you as you slide now to the floor between my legs, your hands never leaving my hard cock. As you settle between my thighs and begin to stroke me, I am now the beneficiary of the view you just had. Our voyeur is still positioned as she was before, but slightly disheveled from her self pleasure. She is still lightly touching herself with one hand as her other hand lightly pinches an erect nipple. I am nothing now how sexy this woman is and why she turned you on so much. She does seem to fulfill her name as the elegant slut as she watches you pump my cock. 

As you lower your head, and take my throbbing cock into your mouth, I know this will be the strongest orgasm of my life. As you pump me and suck me in unison, I notice as our voyeur slowly and wordlessly drifts towards us. She stops, standing slightly behind and aside you and reaches for you head. She gently puts her had on the back of your head as she kneels beside you confirming your sexy movements on my thrusting cock.

She settles next to you, still guiding you and watching each of us in turn. As you continue to fuck me with your mouth and hands, you moan around my cock. I throb in your hands as I realize that our voyeur had now become a participant by finding your wet pussy and penetrating your wetness with her sexy fingers. You take your mouth off of my cock while continuing to pump my hard cock with your hands. You head reaches back, feeling the womanly fingers that have found you dripping pussy and are greeted by this sexy woman's mouth nuzzling your neck. 

As you moan from her lips on your neck, your hands are now covered with one of her own. She is now feeling your pace on my cock, guiding you, enjoying the way you pleasure me. You turn your head slightly now and meet her warm sexy smile with a look that make my cock throb. As I watch you meet her, each other you teasing the other with your tongue. I pump your hands harder as I watch you kiss this sexy woman right before me. 

As you break her kiss, you eye me, telling me exactly what I want to hear with your eyes and saying wordlessly that I am in for something very amazing. I watch as you take one hand from my cock and offer it to our sexy friend, watching my reaction as she takes the head into her warm mouth and then smiling at my pleasure. With that you join her in teasing me, each licking the head of my cock while you hold it in your pretty hand. I am throbbing with excitement as I watch you sharing my cock and kissing each other at the same time. 

You are still moaning as she continues fucking you with her fingers feeling and groan with excitement as she asks me to fuck you for her. You both rise and you release my throbbing cock from my grip. I am not quite sure what to do, but both you and our new friend guide me to my feet. As I rise, I am behind you as you both come together in a kiss. I move my hands to your breasts and press my hard cock against you back. I feel my hands joined by hers as we both pleasure you and I kiss your neck taking you in completely.

You both now guide me to the couch and then guides you onto my lap while you face her. I feel as her hand grips me for the first time and then feel her begin to rub my throbbing cock against your wet pussy before I slip into you. You groan as my thick cock stretches you, sliding down until I am buried deep within you. Or friend is now between your legs, assisting in your movements, watching my thick cock fuck you. I feel you stiffen and moan as she brings her face to your pussy and begins to lick you while we fuck each other. 

I can feel your body tense, and knowing that this is a deep fantasy for you makes it even hotter for me. With her head in your hands you begin to fuck me deep with hard thrusts watching as our new friend licks your clit with each stroke of my cock. You pussy is so tight and wet, and sharing this with you is so exciting that I cannot hold off for long. I can feel the heat build within me, knowing that I am going to fill your pussy with come. You feel me begin to throb as you come again; feeling my cock swell deep in your pussy while this sexy woman licks your clit. 

You are tight against me, both breathing as one, feeling each other's pleasure as we come together and come for each other. You settle on me as I pump my hot come into your pussy and you contract on my pulsing cock. Our friend adds to our release has she holds her mouth against your throbbing clit and presses her fingers against my prostate. We both feel as though we will never stop coming, throbbing, pulsing and sharing each wave of pleasure. 

When we finally calm and you turn to kiss me, I know that this will be something we share forever and that I love you more at this moment that I could ever have imagined. As we embrace and revel in the afterglow together, our friend rises and admires us. As you turn again and we face her, she tells us that we are a very sexy couple and that we really turned her on. She then asks if we would like to join her for dinner sometime, adding that she thinks we would really enjoy meeting her husband too. At the mention of our new friend's invitation, I feel your pussy throb once again around my cock. Mmm, I love you and I love our life together.



Shopping With Pretty



Only because it's you, I agree to go shopping. A whole day of schlepping around malls, shouldering through the trendy and the irritatingly stylish? Squeeeeeeal!! Count me in.

I hate fashion. Jeans are timeless, black t-shirts never go out of style, and these black leather boots were made for walking...over the next suburban, no ass, Lance-in-a-trance, baggy jeans wearin', FUBU sportin' wannabe with a goatee that trudges into my path. But, for you, I'll go.

And how you asked meant a lot. First, you wore one of the skirts you know I like. Butt hugging, mid thigh length. And those calf high black leather boots. A long sleeve, almost men's cut white shirt. With the cuffs unbuttoned, draped over your wrists. Long hair tied back loosely, soft and full. And those stockings. My, oh my, those stockings. Sheer, black thigh highs. But only you and I knew they were thigh highs. You knew because you chose them for what you knew they did to me. I knew because you chose to let me see them as you bent to get your purse. As you leaned over to ask me did I want to go.

And the way you asked me sealed the deal. "Wanna go to the mall with me?" Not "C'mon, please, baby, come to the mall, please, huh, please?” No, it was take it or leave it, big fella. But you wanted me to go, and you know I hate shopping, and you didn't put any conditions on it. You left it up to me.

Ok, the thigh highs helped.

So, off we went. You conceded the radio dial to me as you drove. You didn't even wince a little when I cranked Eddie Money singing "Shakin'" until the people around us stared. You even laughed when I rolled the window down and said to the car full of blue-hairs next to us, "So, whaddya think, a guy like me got a chance with you chicks?". Making you laugh means almost as much to me as making you, hey, I'm getting ahead of myself here.

I didn't say a word as we cruised the parking lot looking for a place to park even though we could have walked back and forth twice in the time it took to find a place close to the entrance. As I leveraged myself out of you "sporty" car, it seemed like I stood up forever before I could straighten out. Smiling down at you from over the car roof, the thought went through my mind, "If you weren't you, I wouldn't be here." As we walked to the entrance, you reached out to steady yourself on my arm as you bent to tug at your boot. That's the kind of thing that you do that knocks me out. So casual, yet so full of trust and confidence. Not a word, just the trust that I will stop and that you can depend on me. 

Ok, the flash of thigh highs helped.

The mall was too hot, there were too many people, and I really don't feel comfortable in women's clothing stores. The walls are full of murals of twenty-year-old size twos who look like they could use a few months at Betty Ford. Please, fashion industry, start letting straight guys hire the models. And ladies, for what it's worth, boobs like half a volleyball on a boy's body is just gross.

Trying not to look too conspicuously out of place, I stand uncomfortably holding your bags while you browse at Victoria's Secrets. Oh, I have no problem being around women's underwear. Manys the time I've chewed my way through expensive panties. And let me tell you, spontaneity loses a little something when she yells at you for shredding a pair of thirty-dollar drawers. As it happens, you never did hold a grudge about that. Heh heh.

Anyway, after trying to erase the mental images of some of these size 20 women in a thong, I suddenly realized that I had lost track of you. Sighing, I start walking around the store. A saleslady, a salesgirl, really, comes up to me and asks, "Are you with the pretty girl with the long hair?” I tell her yes, and she tells me that you're in the dressing room in back, and you asked her to get me. "Thanks", I say, and she giggles as I walk to the rear of the store. "What's her deal?", I wonder. I feel like such a schmuck, a big, brawny guy carrying shopping bags from poofy clothing stores, but, hey, for you, I've endured jaw cramps, so what the hell?

I near the dressing rooms and I don't see you. I stand there, feeling really stupid, and wonder what I'm there for. Just as I decide that I should look for a seat, I hear you call my name. Looking towards your voice, I see a slender arm reach over the dressing room door, with a cream colored thong draped over one well manicured finger. "Baby?" The very husky reply. "Yes, babe?"

The finger holding the thong crooks at me. "Can you come here for a second?" In my head, I reply, "Well, duh." The bags hit the floor, and I try not to run as I move forward. Looking over the dressing room door, I stifle a moan. You stand facing away from me, looking in the mirror. My view is the best of both worlds, seeing you from behind and seeing your reflection in the mirror at the same time. You're holding the thong over your shoulder while you look at yourself. "Which one do you like better, baby? The cream colored or these?" You rotate your hips back and forth a couple times to show me. 

I am speechless. As many times as I have seen you naked, the sight still blows me away. And you've chosen exactly the outfit you know drives me nuts. A pink satin thong that rides high on your round hips, and then dips out of sight between your firm, round asscheeks. The material is soft and clinging, not tight, cradling your closely trimmed mound. Your top is a spaghetti strap midriff shirt, hanging away from your flat belly, held out by your firm, full breasts. In your reflection, I can see you looking at yourself, appraising the lingerie and your body. You know you’re hot, and I love that about you. The casual, unaffected way you know who you are.

After a moment, you speak again. "Baby?" You look into my eyes, reflected in the mirror. "Babe, are you so tired from shopping you've lost the power of speech?" Your feigned wide-eyed innocence is maddening. Breaking my reverie, I say, "Smart ass. Yeah, I like the ones you have on. And I'll like 'em better when you have them off." Your throaty laugh vibrates through me. You look in the mirror again. "I'm not sure I like this material." You rub the satin covering your pussy. "What do you think?" You turn and step close to the door. "Feel it", you say, taking my arm.

"Are you nuts?” I manage to gasp. Still, I let you place my hand where you will. "Do you like how that feels?” you ask as my hand flattens against you. As my big hand rubs against the thong, you spread your legs slightly and rock your hips. My face is flushed, my temperature is rising, and my teeth are grinding. When I don't speak, you go on. "Well, anyway, I like how THIS feels." With that, you squeeze your thighs together, trapping my hand. Resting both hands on the door, you hunch your ass back and forth, grinding your pussy against my hand. You lean in and kiss my other hand where it rests on the top edge of the door. Your kisses are soft on my rough skin. Rocking against my hand, you begin to coat my palm and fingers with your wetness. "My baby is so sweet to go shopping with me." You look up at me, never stopping your erotic dance. "Even though you hate it, you did it for me." A gasp interrupts your speech, followed quickly by a low moan, accentuating the ever-stronger movement of your hips.

I look around, not wanting to stop this, yet not wanting to get arrested, either. Strangely, there is no one anywhere near the dressing room. But I know that someone is likely to come along soon. I look at you and say, "Sweetheart, let's go home. I really need to get you home." My cock begins to swell, straining against my jeans.

"Noooooo," you groan, "I don't wanna stop." Hissing, you lean in and nip at my hand as a tremor shakes your body. "Put your finger in me, baby." "C'mon, babe, please?" I ask. But I do as you say anyway. My thick finger slides aside the damp material, and I trace the length of your wet opening. As much as I can't believe what's happening, it is achingly real. "Oh, yes, lover, that's it. Oh my, that feels so good, you nasty boy." As I slide my finger gently inside you, you pivot your hips, dancing on my finger like a stripper. Your ready pussy is silkier than the satin material that covered it. Molten wetness begins to bathe my skin, the motion of your hips smearing it against my palm. Oblivious now to the threat of getting caught, I begin to fuck you with my finger, every so often running it's length over your raised bud. "Yes, baby, yes!", you gasp. "I'm gonna come soon, baby, faster!" I move my hand more quickly, rapidly pumping my finger in and out of your pussy. I stop for just a moment to ease a second finger in, and you scold me. "BABY! I'm almost there, really, really, really!" You barely stifle a shriek of pleasure, and with that, your body starts to quiver and shake as you come. Your teeth fasten into the skin on the back of my hand, and the pain is almost a thing of warmth. I rub my fingers firmly against your clit as you shiver. Then, as the tremors lessen, I stroke the walls and lips of your hungry, wet mound, avoiding your bud, knowing how sensitive it is right now.

You kiss the bite marks that you've left on my hand. I begin to withdraw my hand, and as I do, you stand on tiptoes to kiss me. Your soft, full lips part against mine, and your tongue darts into my mouth, teasing and exciting me. You break the kiss. "Oh, baby, you are such a sweet man." The throaty, breathy sound of your voice bathes my ears. A slight shiver passes through me. You step back and turn to look in the mirror. "Well, looks like I'm definitely buying this one," you say, sarcastically, as you finger the traces of damp on the thong. I laugh, and you turn, and with raised eyebrows, you ask, "Oh, you think that's funny?" With a quick move, you strip out of the thong and fling it at me. I snatch it out of the air, and hold it clasped in my hand. Knowing what it does to you, I bring it to my face and breath your scent. You stand with hands on hips, naked from the waist down.

It occurs to me again how unusual it is that we haven't been disturbed. Leaning back from the door, I look into the store. No one is anywhere near the dressing room. In fact, all the saleswomen are gathered near the entrance, talking. With a puzzled look, I turn to you. "Hey," I begin, "Doesn't it seem strange...." 

"...that no one is bothering us?"

"Yeah."

"You got a great memory, Kreskin."

"What?"

"You didn't recognize the saleswoman, did you?"

"Should I?" I lean back and look at the woman we're discussing.

"You're lucky I love you for more than your brains. I've introduced you to her before. She's a friend of mine."

Starting, I jerk my head around to stare at you. "You arranged this?"

"Oh, who's the smart boy?"

I swallow hard. "She knows what we did?"

"She has a good idea what we did." You step to the door, and to my amazement, push on it to open it. Moving back, I stand speechless as the door opens. You motion me to one side, and as the door swings past me, you grab a fistful of my shirt, tugging me into the cubicle. "AND, she has a pretty good idea what we're about to do." As I stumble into the room, you move to stand between me and the door, pulling it shut and latching it.

I have never been more surprised in my life. As you begin unbuckling my belt, my heart thunders in my chest. Your nimble fingers unbutton my jeans, and pull them apart, the noise of the zipper opening impossibly loud. I gasp when your soft hand encircles my rigid cock. Your eyes are on my swollen flesh as you pump my cock slowly. "You didn't think I was just going to leave you like this, did you, baby?" Groaning, I cup your face in my hands and bring you to me. Kissing you deeply, fiercely, my big hands gentle on your skin. Pressing you to me, I grind my cock between us. "We'll have to work fast, big guy," you whisper in my ear, your breath a fire on my skin, your voice a flame in my mind. An engulfing ache builds inside me. I can't believe you're doing this for me. I slide my hands down your throat, down your shoulders, down your back, reaching to cup your ass. Bending my knees, I lift you effortlessly, your legs reaching out and encircling my waist. As I lift you up, holding you above my hard flesh, you whisper again. "All at once, darling. Take me all at once." Moaning my capitulation, I fit just the tip of my cock against your hot, eager flesh. "Now, baby, fuck me now," you demand.

But, now, I wait. The moment is in my hands as you wriggle and squirm in my grasp, trying to pull me into you. "Aw, c'mon, baby, fuck me now." You claw at my back, reaching beneath my arms, trying to pull yourself down over me. "You son of a bitch, stop teasing me, and put your cock in me now." I watch your face until our eyes lock, and in that instant, when I see the quizzical, surprised, frustrated look on your face, I release you. Your pussy stretches over me as my thick flesh drives into you. The almost agonized gasp that escapes you is my reward for being patient. As you slam home over me, I trap you against me and grind my hips against yours. In an effort to muffle your cries, you bite me hard on the shoulder. I can scarcely believe it, but you begin orgasming almost immediately. Turning, I pin you against the wall and begin to fuck you. The sound of our wet flesh as our hips slam together is loud, loud enough to be heard outside. My hips surge back and forth, my cock pistoning in your gripping pussy. Suddenly, I feel your nails claw my back. "Oh my God, baby, I can see us in the mirror." A quiet shriek, and you say, "Oh, God, I'm watching myself get fucked!" you say, and you begin to spasm over me. Something deep inside me breaks loose, and I bury my mouth against your neck and roar into your skin. Bending my knees, I gather and with a brutal thrust, fuck up into you. Your little fists pound against me as we thrash to climax, bodies battering each other, struggling to drag each other’s pleasure into ourselves. My thighs are straining, my legs locked as I crush you against the wall, fighting to get even deeper inside you. My orgasm races into you, and I feel yours wash over my cock and balls, painting me with your juices.

Bites and scratches and crushing embraces soften to kisses and caresses and cradling hugs. I realize that my face is wet, not only from your kisses, but from both our tears. Kissing you over and over, I slip from inside you as I raise you even higher, my arms around your waist, holding you up so that your face is even with mine. "I love you, Jenna," I whisper. 

"I love you, Russell," you breathe back.

As your slender body slides down over mine, before your feet even hit the floor, I ask eagerly, "Don't you need to look for vacation clothes soon?"



Shopping With Sara



Well, that was quite an inaugural day of college, wouldn't you say? Haha! You'll hear some more later about me and Eric. The next day after classes, we (Kristine, Nicole, and me) all went down to the mall to windowshop. Actually they went down to windowshop, I went down to shoplift. 

There, I admitted it. Take me away, officer. It's not an excuse, but my parents gave me little money to buy clothes with and they said they didn't want me to work until I received better grades. That left me in the familiar position of being between a rock and a hard place, when it came to acquiring new outfits. What did I need new clothes for, you might ask. Why, people became tired of watching me strip off the same old clothes all the time. Mwahaha!

I had this little gig we worked that Kristine and Nicole helped with. We would browse in one of those hip clothing stores in the mall and I would act real suspicious by taking lots of outfits in the dressing room with me, making certain I attracted all the sales personnel attention with my antics. 

Then when I would come out, I would leave half of them in the dressing room. Naturally enough this caused the staff to think that I had put the outfits on under my clothes. 

Meanwhile Kristine or Nicole would go in the dressing room and do just that, while the employees of the store were questioning me. What happened on the day in question was an example of the typical riff that I would run on them.

As I was sashaying from the shop, the head of the sales department stepped forward and blocked me from leaving. "Excuse me," she said. "I think you need to return the items you took."

Appearing to act highly indignant, I demanded in a loud voice, attracting attention from people all over the store, "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't take anything." 

This was necessary in order to distract everyone in the store from watching Kristine or Nicole or both of them.

"You most certainly did," she insisted in a most supercilious tone.

"Prove it," I demanded. "Or step aside," I added, while attempting to step past her.

"Do I have to call security?" the young woman haughtily asked. Yeah, you know these places – you have to have a young woman in charge or the kids will think the clothes are old fashioned. In fact, to tell you the truth I sorta dug her looks. She was quite thin, but I think you have to be to model some of the new fashions like she had to, but her breasts appeared quite large beneath her pink knit jersey. 

I could also tell she wasn't wearing a bra, because I could see her nipples were protruding hard through the soft fabric of her top. She had beautifully long red hair and, as I already have indicated, a flat stomach and a very narrow waist. Her facial features were quite attractive in an unusual way with very high cheek bones, very carefully formed thinned eyebrows and beautiful full luscious lips.

"What'd you want me to do anyway? Strip?" I retorted, having a difficult time with not laughing in the young woman's pretty face.

"No, certainly not," she replied, looking at me now quizzically. "Just go back in the dressing room and take the clothes off you have beneath yours."

"I will not!" I responded emphatically. "Then you'll think me guilty and I'm not!" 

Every eye in the store was now on me and some of these were interested guys, who had been dragged along mall shopping by their girlfriends. Man, I was starting to get off on this. I could feel myself already becoming wet.

Before the attractive young woman, whose name was Betty, which the name tag on her blouse proclaimed, could respond further, I pulled my sweater up and over my head revealing my bare breasts! Betty flushed red and began to understand she might have more happening here than she had bargained for.

Before she could do anything to stop me, I dropped my short skirt to the floor and very carefully stepped out of it stark naked, except for my shoes. 

"Oh my God!" Betty cried out, totally aghast at the sight of my nude body. "What are you doing?"

"There," I declared. "Does it look like I'm hiding anything underneath my outfit?"

"No, no, I was mistaken," admitted the young beauty. "Please put your clothes back on." 

Betty was practically crying by this point. A crowd of interested customers had gathered around me, while Kristine and Nicole carried out half the store.

"I will not!" I said adamantly. "Not until you apologize to me for accusing me falsely of stealing."

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, now please put your clothes back on," the saleswoman pleaded.

"You know," I mused outloud thoughtfully, "I imagine I have quite a lawsuit here. Young woman forced to strip herself naked in mall to prove she wasn't shoplifting. What do you think?" I asked her rhetorically.

"Please," Betty was now reduced to begging. "I'll do whatever you want. Please don't cost me my job."

That was music to my ears. As I spoke to the young saleswoman, I couldn't help but notice that the few young men present in the store now had prominent bulges beneath their pants and their girlfriends were glaring angrily at them and then at me.

"Good," I approved. "Than come with me into the back of the store," I directed. 

As I led the now quivering young woman to the stock room in back of the store, I debated my next plan. Usually I just leaned on them for some free outfits, but this struck me differently. I rather fancied this young woman and I, at the very least, wanted to see her naked.

We stepped into the back of the store and drew the curtain shut. I could tell that every salesperson left in the store was standing just outside the curtain listening to every word we spoke, because I could observe their feet under the curtain. That was great because that meant that Kristine and Nicole were free to empty out the store, so the longer I kept Betty back here, the more we could steal. I'm so bad. Haha!

I didn't know what kind of background Betty had, but I know she was having a difficult time looking at my nude body, but instead kept glancing down at the floor. To get the ball rolling, I suggested, "How about you give me five free outfits of my choosing and we'll call it all even."

That caught her attention. "Five!" she exclaimed loudly, quickly raising her head to stare at me. "That's a lot of money," Betty complained.

"A lot less than a lawsuit for mental cruelty and emotional suffering," I retorted, "Plus this way, you'll be allowed to keep your job."

I'll say this for her, sometimes they argue with me vehemently but ultimately futilely, because they have to eventually give in, but Betty grasped the fact that she had been thoroughly bamboozled and agreed to my demands immediately.

"There's just one more thing," I added in a tone that would appear to indicate that it was just an afterthought.

"What's that?" the young attractive woman asked wearily, probably assuming I wanted some shoes or some similar sort of item. I relished in my mind what I was going to say next and what her reaction would probably be.

"I want you to strip off all your clothing," I explained.

"What?!" Betty cried out, while turning beet red. I'm not sure what her problem was. We were both girls.

"You heard me," I riposted. "Take your clothes off!" 

I heard some of the other salesgirls giggling outside the curtain. That got me off even more, knowing they were listening and possibly peeking through where the curtain joined.

Betty threw her hands up in front of herself instinctively, as if that was going to protect her against my demands.

"Now!" I insisted, "or I consult my attorney. I want to see if those tits are real or not." I just threw that part in to be crude and really worry her.

The good-looking young woman unfastened her skirt and lowered it to her feet, where she stepped out of it and then lay it on some unopened boxes. She then grasped the bottom of her pink pullover and lifted it off her body completely. 

'Aha!' I thought. I had been right, she wasn't encumbered with a bra and her breasts were huge with gloriously large nipples. I could barely contain myself right then.

Betty stood clad only in her pink thong and shoes. I could tell she had no inclination to strip further and wouldn't unless I prodded her.

"Everything!" I commanded. "Shoes too."

The young woman flushed crimson and I began to wonder if maybe she had at least some bi-tendencies to be acting this way in front of another female. Betty slowly pulled her thong off reluctantly and then shucked her shoes. I could definitely observe some serious movement being done to that curtain. It's a wonder they hadn't pulled it down in their frenzy to look.

Betty was beautiful just as I assumed she would be and she stood attempting to shield her bountiful breasts and juicy pussy with her hands, and I quickly reached out and knocked them away saying, "Stop that! Place your hands down by your side."

I stepped slowly around her, as she stood nakedly at attention. She had a really superior ass too and she had this beautiful red pubic hair. As I stepped back in front of her, I noticed her labia was somewhat distended and there was some moisture present just by standing naked in front of me. I was right! This girl was getting off too. I noticed she was still slightly quivering, although I now believed it was in anticipated lust, rather than nervousness or shock.

I took her by the hand and cooed in my most sincere voice, "Betty, my name is Sara and I'm happy to meet you. You need to relax, because I won't hurt you or make you do anything you're uncomfortable with." 

That wasn't exactly true, but there was no sense worrying her unnecessarily at that point. To prove my point to the young woman, I took her hand I was holding and gently placed it on my left breast and just let it sit there.

As soon as she began to feel comfortable enough to gently rub my nipple, I pulled her to me in a tight embrace. Her bare body felt so good on mine! This was so hot making love to this young woman in the back of the store with her subordinates watching us. I probably could have creamed right then, if I thought about it real hard.

"You are so beautiful," I murmured to Betty. 

I felt her return my compliment by rubbing her hands softly all over my body. She put her hands everywhere, straight down my back and around the curve of my ass. The pretty young woman suddenly moved her hands around to my pussy and then began to manipulate my clit. 

Oh, I was squirming then. I was used to being the seducer, rather than the seduced and the attractive redhead was definitely seducing me.

"Oh Betty!" I exclaimed, while writhing with intense pleasure the more she worked my clit. God! My knees buckled, and Betty caught my weight. She definitely knew what she was doing. 

Suddenly the good looking redhead dropped to her knees in front of me and finished her erotic task with her tongue. She hardened it somehow and stuck it straight up my pussy and began to thrust with it.

"Goddamn!" I cried out, as the cum cascaded from me into Betty's willing mouth. If I hadn't already been in love with Eric, I think I was have fallen right then for that young woman. As it was, I think I fell 'in lust' with her.

Betty stood up and offered me a brief hug. She smiled and suggested, "Wait right here and I'll go get your clothes."

She then returned to the public part of the store stark naked herself to retrieve my clothes. I loved that! I had a convert. I heard loud cries of shock, when the young woman walked nakedly through her place of employment. She was soon back with my outfit and wouldn't let me do anything, as she lovingly dressed me. We kissed one more long passionate kiss and then made plans to meet again. I then sashayed through the curtain and out through the store with every eye on me, until I rejoined my friends in the main part of the mall. Mwahaha! 



Shopping with Sara



I knew my sister Sara's car was in the shop, because it was me who had put it there. It was just a fender bender, and no one had been hurt (unless you count the sizable dent the repairs would make in my wallet), and so she was milking my well-deserved guilty feelings for all she was worth.

" Listen, Bobo." Actually, my name is Mike, but she always calls me Bobo when she's pissed at me. "You owe me big-time."

"I'm paying for the repairs," I said. "What else do you want from me?"

"A ride to the mall." She laughed good-naturedly. "Me and the girls are going power-shopping!" She smiled, already knowing that I'd do it, but wanting to clinch the deal. "Laura's coming!"

I tried not to sound too psyched when I said I'd do it, but I was certainly less than convincing--especially since my sister Sara already knew I had the hots for her girlfriend. Well, all of her friends were hot, and had had their turns in my fantasy life, but Laura was something more. I was really stuck on her; I had it bad!

Sara and I jumped into my car, and we headed over to Bonnie's house, which was where the other girls were hanging out. I waited while Sara bounced up to the door and hit the bell. She's my sister, but I couldn't help noticing how her short skirt accentuated her long, smooth legs and how nicely her frilly white blouse presented her firm eighteen year old boobs. She's my sister, but I couldn't help speculating as to whether she was as braless as she looked.

Bonnie's front door popped open with a flourish, and a cluster of significantly underclad girlfriends burst out into the sunlit summer heat like so many clowns from a clown car. I grinned as I began supplying each of the girls with their honorary clown names. Bonnie, (who was wearing a deep blue halter, matching short shorts, and crisp white sneakers) I named Horny The Clown. Denise (whose long black hair shone brilliantly, framing her alabaster cheeks and the sexiest mouth I've ever seen) was promptly renamed BJ The Clown. Claire (the plainest of the hotties) became Shorty The Clown. Claire's sister (whose name I didn't know, and who had a delightful and decidedly-alluring evil twinkle in her eyes) was promptly christened Dinky the Devil-Clown. When Laura stepped from the pack of swirling beauties, supertight bluejeans and a denim bra-top announcing the perfection of her curves, all thought of clowns and clown cars left my brain--which in turn slid from my skull, firmly lodging in my lap. I barely registered the presence of Darla, Monica, and two other girls I didn't know.

I have no idea how the eleven of us managed to cram ourselves into my car (which comfortably held four and could carry six in a typical pinch) but I do know that five of us fit, two-deep, in front. Sara shoved Laura in first then slid in herself followed by Darla; Claire's sister playfully dove in headfirst, accidentally (I think) overshooting and landing face-first in my already desire-tightened man-zone. I looked down at the short red haired stranger with her mouth on my erection and moaned. 

She scrambled back, blushing and alternately giggling and apologizing, somehow managing to make eye contact in a brave attempt to determine whether I was pissed that she so clearly knew that I had had a throbbing boner even before her half-open squealing mouth slammed onto my pulsing cockhead. "Uh, hi," she said. "My name's Sally."

Everybody who'd noticed our ignominious meeting cracked up, breaking the tension. Both doors slammed shut, and we took off. Every time we turned right, Laura's hand pressed onto my leg--she had to keep from sliding into my steering arm. I loved it, but it was embarrassing too, because both of us could tell that the other one knew Laura knew that I was ragingly close to coming.

Sara knew it too. All the girls in the front seat knew, and perhaps the back seat girls knew as well. If you think about it, since everyone knew that everyone knew what Sally's young and impressionable face had done, there were only two ways my sister Sara could react. She could freak (either in anger or embarrassment) or she could laugh it off and make me squirm for fun. I can't tell you how glad I am that she chose the second alternative!

By the time we got to the mall, most of the girls in the front seat had winked or flirted or otherwise teased me, pretty obviously enjoying the process fully; if there had been anyone in the car at the beginning of the trip who hadn't known I was completely aroused, she did by the time we got there. And they all took delight in keeping me that way.

I found myself centrally located in the midst of a tightly-bunched cluster of hot cuties, where I was bumped, pinched, brushed against, and otherwise anonymously handled by one or the other of the girls. To my relief, my sister Sara had edged to the outside of the group, slightly ahead of me and the rest of the girls, silently giving them the go-ahead to grab me at will "without her ever knowing."

One girl would "trip" and grasp my ass to keep from crashing into me; another would touch the side of my face from behind drawing my gaze so another girl could cup my balls. Their flirtatious ministrations were far enough apart that each was a welcome titillation, and close enough together to keep me close to the edge. After a few minutes of that, I would have done anything, anything at all for those playful teases!

The mall, though far from truly crowded, was full enough that it seemed natural that a small mob of boisterous shopping girls would be chattering and moving as a single unit down the wide walkway towards the stores of their choice.

We shoved our way into a bookstore, and one of my sister's naughty girlfriends slid my hand into another girl's crotch, which I promptly and decisively buffed to a shine until she pulled away gasping and giggling. In a big-name music store, someone covered my eyes "Guess Who?" style, while two or three of the girls tried to undo my jeans and pull them down. With odds like they were (ten of them against me) I struggled hard to escape even though I was loving every minute of their delicious attentions, and eventually won my freedom--for a moment.

By the time we got to the Women's Wear, I think everybody had crossed that invisible line between turned-on and definitely-gonna-come-today; God knows I'd passed that line long since. So it didn't take much to convince me to allow them to blindfold me with a scarf and secret me into the changing rooms, where one or two of them would stand guard while a few others stripped, tried on their selections, stripped again, and redressed mere inches away from my sister's too-lightly blindfolded brother.

In twos and threes, the girls would slip out of their clothes knowing that maybe I could see through the blindfold (which I could, sort of). I'd get a misty eyeful of nipples, asses, sideboob, and full-on nudity from one group, until another group would charge the dressing room, kick the others out, and take over for their own turns at "maybe-flashing" me.

It didn't take all that long for the shopgirls to figure out that something was up, so my sister brought them in, pulled off my blindfold, told me to strip, and announced that she was going to get a soda. "I'll be back in a while," she said, and was gone. 

I stood there for a long, long second while two or three shopgirls stood, unsure of what to do about the guy in the dressing room being flashed by girls who had obviously dragged him in there; they knew they should pitch us all out, yet they also were intrigued by the novelty and sheer audacity of this cluster of pervy customers. And they were somewhat wide-eyed, watching and wondering if I'd strip in front of so many females.

I pulled my shirt off and tossed it over my shoulder, unconcerned for the moment as to wherever it landed. That was enough: the shopgirls suddenly became co-conspirators, and as I stripped away the rest of my clothes (which disappeared almost as soon as they were out of my hands) the girls fell to and secured the center section of the store which is where the dressing rooms were. Darla, Laura, Sally, Bonnie, and one of the shopgirls were down to only-panties in a matter of seconds, and several of the others went topless.

They passed me around like a bong at a party. One after another after another, they felt me up, kissed me, cupped me in their hands, took me in their mouths, and pressed all manner of their beautiful body parts into my hands, my lap, my every personal space. It became impossible to tell if I was being taken by three girls or twenty; the shopgirls, my sister's friends, other observant customers, even (they told me later) a female mall cop who had stumbled onto the scene and became entangled--they all blurred one into another and back.

It was like a kaleidoscope of flesh. I lost complete track not only of time, but of how many times I came, how many women came around me. At some point, someone pressed a buzzing vibe into my hand and shoved my toward Laura. Our eyes locked, and she slipped out of her panties as I moved to bring her off. Sally replaced her as soon as she came, then a few women I'd never seen before, and on and on, one after another until the batteries died.

Finally, the walls of flesh fell away, and feeling came back into my legs. I became aware of the scene around me: one of the shopgirls was nestled facedown in Bonnie's lap while Denise (her left hand caressing herself through her panties) stroked Bonnie's hair. Bonnie's head lolled backwards and she came, hard.

There were abandoned clothes everywhere, but as far as I could tell, it was just skirts, halters, and feminine under things. And shoes; lots of shoes. My clothes were nowhere.

Sally appeared at my shoulder. She leaned in and said, "I missed my chance to blow you. Raincheck?" I nodded. "Let's get you something to wear."

She found my shirt, but the rest of it was gone. I put it on, but it didn't cover much below my hips. Somehow, that made me feel more naked than I'd been without it, which was actually kind of nice. I spent about fifteen minutes walking around the pairs and clusters of unclad sweetmeats--Monica, Darla, and the rest--with Sally holding my hand. We found Laura naked, changing the batteries in a fist-sized vibe (not the one I'd had. That one was blue; this one was banana-yellow). She looked up as she popped the battery cover closed and switched it on. She grinned at me wordlessly as she started fucking herself again.

I was totally spent, but I knew I'd remember that peahen smile of hers for a long time.

My sister Sara meandered in, smiling, looking around at the panoply of satiated women draped like Dali clocks throughout the central island and changing rooms in the midst of the Women's Wear. She tossed me a pair of shorts. "I got ya these," she said. "Found your wallet, too. And your keys." She turned to the room at large, most of whom we'd come in with. "You ladies want a ride back?" 

Bonnie, her face buried in her shopgirl's sex, waved her away. The others began collecting themselves, getting dressed--mostly not in the clothes they'd arrived in. The mall cop had her uniform's slacks on, and Laura's bra-top, and her police hat; she had her cuffs back, and her club, but she couldn't find her shoes anywhere. She finally settled on someone else's crisp white sneakers.

The nude tits and other female delicacies, now mostly stowed away, swayed with their dazed-looking owners out into the public areas of the mall. We made our way back to my car. One of the shopgirls (she told me later her name was Kristy) was with us now, and two sisters who'd wandered in for lingerie and wandered out with less than they'd arrived in, joined us in the car for the trip back to Sara's and my place for food and showers. 

It was a tight fit, and there was silence and rustling clothing the whole way home. This time, Laura was in the back seat between the sisters, and Sally was pressed against me. "Think your sister would let us fuck her?" she whispered. "I doubt it, but you can ask. I am her brother, you know."

"She spends enough time checking out your ass!"

"Really?!" I couldn't stop smiling.

"Nice smile," she teased. "Maybe I'd better just keep you to myself!" She put her hand on my cock, which I was amazed to feel stirring. "Hmmmmm. Or not!" She winked, and I stepped on the gas.



Shopping with Sara--Picnic Episode



My sister Sara's car was still in the shop. I'd put it there with a bonehead manouver the other day; she was no longer pissed at me, but she knows enough to play a guilt-trip for all it's worth. In fact, Sara and I both knew she was glad I'd bashed the thing up--it gave her an excuse to "force" me to do things that I normally wouldn't do. Just yesterday, she got me to drive her and her friends to the mall for some powershopping, a trip which ended quite happily for everyone (see "Shopping with Sara").

But today was a new day, and Sara was psyched to coerce her brother (my name is Mike) into continued depravity, debauchery, and public pleasures galore.

"Today, my dear brother, you are driving me and the girls to the State Park for a picnic out by Knuckle's Pond."

"Who all's coming today?" 

"Laura, of course. Sally. Ginger and her twin sister Redd. Becky, Taylor, Zoey, and Darla. Plus you and me naturally."

"Who's Taylor?" I knew all the other girls. 

"Oh, you'll like her! She's great!"

"Do tell..."

"She's got black hair, black make-up, black clothes..."

"Not black teeth, I hope."

"Funny. No, she's got pretty white teeth, lovely pink gums, and a tongue that'll set your wet dreams on fire!"

"I can't wait to meet her....even if you aren't supposed to talk to your dear brother like that!"

"Like you mind!" She grinned, knowingly.

"Yeah," I admitted. "I'm pretty much of a horndog, as we both know. But sisters aren't supposed to converse with their brothers about wet dreams." She didn't say anything, but I could tell that Sara had caught the sparkle in my eye. That and the involuntary throb that had tightened my jeans.

She handed me a list. "Here," she said. "When you get back from the grocery with all the picnic stuff, the girls will be here." As Sara had known I would, I jumped into my truck and punched it toward Bert's Big Grocery, which was just at the edge of town. It took me about half an hour to gather all the goodies on her list, and the whole time, I kept thinking about Taylor and the lovely reputation of her feminine mouth. I imagined her--well, you can guess what I imagined her doing, and she was good, let me tell you! By the time I was standing in front of the check out girl (short-cropped blonde hair, cool-blue eyes, and a pair of firm round breasts perfectly suited to her slender frame) my eyes were a tad sex-glazed and my jeans didn't fit at all.

"Someone's going on a picnic it looks like," she said.

"Yup. Knuckle's Pond."

"I love it there!"

"You can come if you want," I said. "When do you get off?" She missed a beat. Our eyes met, lingered for a moment. Somehow I knew she exactly what she was going to say. "Besides 'All the time' I mean." She laughed. Then she looked at her watch.

"My Uncle owns the store; give me a minute." She finished ringing me up and closed her register. She strolled over to the Service Desk and said something to the guy behind the counter. I probably could've read his lips in reply if I hadn't been checking out her incredible ass and long smooth legs. She turned, smiling, and pointed me out to the guy, who looked me up and down disapprovingly. She stretched over the counter to kiss him on the cheek, laughing. I realized I hadn't thought of Taylor in nearly five minutes. That, and I realized I was holding my breath. When she pulled off her apron and tossed it to the guy, it was all I could do not to imagine her suddenly nude!

"My name's Mike, by the way," I told her. She allowed that her name was Julie, which I pointed out had a sensual quality when spoken. She smiled; I blushed.

When we got back to the house, we found that my sister Sara had been right. The girls were all there, and they packed into the truck before I even had a chance to kill the engine.

"Let's go!" they shouted, and we motored.

"Don't look in the mirror, brother mine," said Sara. "We're putting on our suits back here."

"Spoil sport!"

"Hey, at least she told you when to peek," quipped Julie.

"Noticed that, did ya?" someone called from the back seat. I didn't recognize the voice, and I looked in the mirror. A girl who could only be Taylor was pulling her shirt off over her head. No bra, of course. Her tits were perfect, which she must've known, because she pretended her head was stuck. She spent a minute or so flailing around, elbows toward the ceiling, fully naked from navel to neck. Someone said "Get her arms!" and in a flash her arms were captured. Ginger and Redd (who were seated on either side of Taylor) began caressing her nipples and unlatching the buttonfly of her shorts. Taylor screamed and struggled, but rather than pulling her knees to her chest, she made the mistake of half-standing in an effort to squirm away.

Her pants didn't quite make it halfway down to her knees, but I saw enough to know that she wasn't wearing panties, and that she was sporting a neatly trimmed landing strip. Fortunately, Julie grabbed the wheel and kept us from hitting the huge maple my distracted state had aimed us for. 

Taylor quickly slipped into her bikini while I righted our direction; somehow, Julie's hand ended up in the center of my lap, where it rested calmly for the remainder of the drive.

When we all piled out in the parking lot, Sara, Ginger, Redd, Darla, and Sally were all wearing bikinis, as was Taylor of course. Laura, Julie, Becky, and Zoey were still in their street clothes, as was I. Had I known that the entire backseat had stripped off while I was being soothed by Julie's left palm, I probably would've slammed us into a ditch.

The hike in to Knuckle's Pond (nearly five miles) was uneventful, or at least so I thought. When we arrived, Laura and Zoey were in their bikinis, too. Apparently, Julie and Becky realized that at the same time I did; then, the three of us realized that everyone else was watching us expectantly.

Becky blushed deeply, turned half away from me and quickly stripped out of her clothes and into her bikini. She'd been quick, and coy, but I'd seen a delightful sun-drenched sideboob, and her pretty, curvaceous derriere.

Julie's eyes met mine. "I don't have a suit," she said.

"Me either."

"After you," she said.

Even if I hadn't been under the scrutinous eyes of a veritable mob of sexy women in bikinis, even if I didn't know that Julie was going to be skinnydipping with me in a matter of seconds--and the lot of us still fifty yards or more from the pond--I would've been blushing. I still had a hard-on from Julie's skillful palm, and every woman in the campsite's clearing knew it. 

I pulled off my t-shirt, stalling just a bit. Then I ditched the rest as casually as I could manage. "Guess I have a bit of a boner," I admitted.

"A bit? Jesus!" Zoey muttered under her breath. 

"Don't be embarrassed," soothed Sally. "I still owe you that rain check from yesterday." I remembered then that she had promised me a blowjob, and the thought of her talented mouth intensified my erection substantially. Hell, if I wanted to, I could toss a Frisbee fifty yards with that stiffy!

Julie ditched her jeans and panties, then lost her top with a teasingly self-deprecating flourish, and the two of us were nude together inside a circle of wide-eyed bikini girls.

"Last one in can't fuck my brother!" Sara shouted, and she tore off toward Knuckle's Pond with a swarm of girls in hot pursuit, each one shouting "Oh, HELL no!" louder than the one in front of her. I took off with them, watching them bouncing and jiggling as they ran, but I had to stop partway there because my hard cock kept bashing against my stones as I ran.

Sara dove into Knuckle's Pond first, followed by Sally, Julie, and Becky. Zoey and Laura, who had been even farther from the pond than I had been, were neck and neck, battling for last place. Five feet or so from the pond, Laura slipped in the mud and hit the deck hard, sliding head first into the water well behind Zoey. 

Laura came up, coughing and swearing. She rinsed off as much mud as possible, revealing two bloody knees and a bikini top torn beyond repair. She took it off and threw it over her shoulder like so much spilled salt.

Julie swam over to her and shook her hand. "A valiant effort," she said. "But I'm afraid you won't be fucking Mike this afternoon." Everyone laughed, even Laura, who playfully insisted that Julie should "Kiss my wet, muddy ass!"

By that time, I was standing at water's edge (nude as the day I was born and hard as the workday is long) with a pond full of women who had just raced for the right to my thighs staring on. I don't know which was the brightest: my smile, their glowing faces, or the reflecting surface of that sun-gold pond.

We splashed around in the water for a while, laughing, flirting, and generally carrying on. Eventually, though, we got out of the water and dried ourselves in the sun. My sister Sara loudly complained that there is nothing worse than a cold, damp bikini, and took hers off. If she stood in front of me for a little longer than strictly necessary, turning this way and that, her firm boobs glistening on her chest, and her desire-dampened pussy sparkling in the heady sunshine, I didn't complain at all.

I also didn't mind that several other bikinis somehow managed to become dislodged from their owner's newly-naked frames.

Becky, Sara, and a few of the others were silently tossing dice and rustling around in a bag someone had secreted away. Julie was resting her head on my shoulder and lightly stroking me with both hands, keeping me hard but not letting me get any closer to release. The remainder of the girls were laying out, eyes closed, soaking in the sun.

Zoey handed Sara a rubber mallet, and pointed; she, Sara, Becky, Sally, and Taylor silently circled around Laura; suddenly, they pounced! Becky and Sally spread Laura's legs wide while Zoey and Taylor pinned her arms. They wrestled black nylon straps around both ankles and both wrists. With a few whacks of the hammer, my sister Sara drove in four footlong aluminum tent pegs while the others fastened the straps to the immovable pegs.

Her legs were spread wide, and her arms formed a shoulder-height cross. Laura swore up a blue streak, but she was tightly bound and could only squirm ineffectually. She looked like a topless snow angel having a fit!

"Oh, my God!" laughed Julie, a cry which Laura echoed, but with a much more anxious tone.

Becky slowly untied the double-knots fastening Laura's bikini-bottoms to her hips, and then pulled the suit away. She called me over for a closer look at the helpless, naked damsel. Her chest heaved with each breathless gasp, and her sex was clearly wet with desire. The desperate look in her eyes was a palpable cross between aroused vulnerability and heated pleading for release. 

"I think she likes it!" called Sara joyously.

"Please--!" Laura gasped. My cock throbbed, but my sister held me back. 

"Anything but fucking her," my sister Sara said. "This unfortunate hussy lost the race!" 

Ginger and Redd dropped to their knees and began licking circles around poor Laura's nipples. She moaned. I dropped to my knees between Laura's warm, sexy legs and began stroking her thighs. Laura started reaching her pussy toward my hands, but she could only move an inch at most, and I wouldn't let her control the approaching fingers. She half-wept with frustrated passion, moaning, and too proud--for the moment--to beg.

Behind me, Becky started sucking the toes of Laura's left foot. Zoey began pressing her bikini-clad loins onto Laura's right foot, eventually using Laura's toes to push the bikini's crotch aside. Zoey was riding Laura's bigtoe, fucking herself with her bound friend's foot, mere inches behind me on the right.

My sister Sara, herself as naked as I was, approached the hopelessly prone Laura from above, and slid a large clear dildo into the suffering slut's mouth. Laura began sucking on it with a passionate fury I have never seen before, her eyes locked with mine as I slipped my index finger into her sodden pussy and began stroking inside her with a "c'mere" gesture. She whimpered and bucked, and I slipped a second finger in with the first.

My sister Sara turned around--her ass toward my eager face--and bent forward. Sara kissed Laura on the forehead repeatedly, then all over her face, while I stepped a half-step forward and pressed my throbbing cock into my sister's pussy from behind. 

Laura looked up, raping that clear dildo with her avid mouth, while I slid a third (and then a fourth) finger into her pussy, and watched in helpless jealousy as I fucked my sister hard. The thought of Laura watching my cock plunge into my sister Sara'ssex, while all those other girls watched me bringing the two girls to orgasm, was so hot! 

My fist was in Laura now, and she started to blurt out a gutteral mooing moan of pure lust; my sister Sara began to come, too, as she looked into Laura's desperate face. Zoey reached out and cupped my balls from behind, and I exploded into my sister's perfect pussy! Zoey herself brought herself off on Laura's curling toes!

I had never heard Zoey come before--she sort of cooed, like a supple female dove, at the same time making an urgent humming thrust-sound deep in her throat; and all the time her hand cupping my balls with complete tender abandon! I'll never forget that sound, the way that sound held my soul. What is it about a woman's pleasure-songs? They make me fall in love every time!

As we caught our breath, our giggling audience untied Laura, and brought out the various snacks I had procured at the store. We all heartily stuffed ourselves, rested, sunned ourselves, cooled off again in the pond, dried off, and gently made out till it was time to hike out. 

Julie got dressed again, as did the girls with bikinis to cover up with, but I decided to stay nude out of solidarity with Laura since her bikini top was destroyed and her clothes were back at the car. Somehow, no one thought to suggest she wear my shirt, just as no one suggested that I wear a smattering of cloth, as Laura was doing. Go figure.

Anyway, we made it back to the car, and we drove back to the house. Sara and I offered our hospitality in the form of dinner and a sleepover, an invitation which several young nymphs accepted. Julie declined, as she had to swing by her Uncle's place; seems her cousin Nancy was in town, and the two of them had to keep her Uncle entertained.

Sally, too, had to take off. She asked for another rain check, which I graciously approved, honestly telling her that I can't wait for her to cash in those "promisory blowjobs." 

"I love that you used the plural this time," she said.

"You noticed that, did you?" I smiled, as did she.

My sister Sara shooed Sally away playfully. "You can have him another time. Right now, he belongs to us." 

Becky, Taylor, Ginger, Darla, and Redd grinned. "We all made it to the pond in time, too, you know." I looked up at them , as if alarmed. "And Sara, you've already had yours." "Aren't you even gonna ask me what I think?"

"Oh, HELL no!" My sister Sara laughed aloud as the five girls circled me with their eyes on fire.



Shopping With Sharon



I was in the middle of a woodworking project in my workshop and found myself in need of some lumber and a few other items. I didn't have much time as I was trying desperately to finish my project to keep my customer happy. I jumped into my pickup and sped over to Home Depot to purchase my supplies.

Pulling into the parking lot I noticed a shapely woman about my age obviously having car trouble. She was wearing a pink, sleeveless, silk blouse, tight black shorts, and high heels. She looked out of place dressed this way at Home Depot, but I found it refreshing to see a woman at Home Depot that wasn't the size of an NFL linebacker wearing an orange apron. My first instinct was to just go about my business as I was pushed for time, but I couldn't ignore a damsel in distress. 

Pulling up in the parking spot next to the woman, I was pleased to find she had a face as lovely as the rest of her. She reminded me of a school teacher, though I never had a teacher that dressed as provocatively as her. She had a beautiful, warm smile and behind her glasses, inviting blue eyes.

"Need some help?" I asked after getting out of my truck.

"Yes....I don't know what the problem is." The woman replied. "It just won't start."

"I'm afraid I don't know much about cars, but I can give you a lift somewhere once I pick up a few things." I offered politely, secretly hoping she would accept my offer.

"Oh, that would be wonderful!" The woman exclaimed. "My name's Sharon. What's yours kind sir?"

"I'm Barney, but most of my friends call me Barn." I answered as we headed towards the store.

As we walked into the store I kept thinking about how badly I needed to get back to work. Those notions however were getting pushed into the background as I could not get the vision of Sharon out of my mind. There was something about her that excited me tremendously. I don't know if it was her lovely smile, her captivating eyes, or her gorgeous, soft body. Every delicious aspect of her was making me forget about my task at hand.

Walking through the store, I noticed all the other shoppers staring at us. It wasn't until we arrived in the lumber department that I realized all the shoppers were staring solely at Sharon. I hadn't paid much attention to her as we walked side-by-side through the store, but by the time we had reached the lumber department, half the buttons on her blouse were unbuttoned. I didn't know if she had unbuttoned them or if they had worked themselves free as we walked. Regardless, I had a difficult time keeping my gaze from wandering away from Sharon's eyes to her chest as we talked. When she turned a certain way I would get a glimpse of one of her succulent breasts inside her blouse. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples were fully erect. 

Trying to maintain my focus on why I was at Home Depot, I told Sharon that I needed to find an associate to cut a piece of plywood for me. Sharon told me she'd find one and took off down the aisle before I could say a word. My eyes were glued to her beautiful, round ass and long, shapely legs as she walked to get help. The way her lovely hips swayed as she sashayed down the aisle was causing a stir inside my jeans. I tried thinking of something else, anything else, to keep a noticeable bulge from appearing in the front of my jeans. I wasn't having much luck.

Sharon soon reappeared with a store associate following close behind her. I noticed he was closely watching her ass move from side to side as she walked as I had. 

"I found someone!" Sharon excitedly exclaimed as she approached me. Her beautiful smile broadened as her eyes went from mine to the noticeable bulge in my jeans. "Hmmmm....I think you're right at home here in the lumber department with that woody you're sporting."

I was completely taken aback by Sharon's comment. I wasn't quite sure how to reply to it. Here was this gorgeous, demure woman that reminded me of one of my grade school teachers, commenting on my cock.

"Can I help you?" The associate following Sharon asked. The associate was someone that looked as if they started working here during college and decided to remain employed here long after his college days were though. He was in his late twenty's to early thirties. A handsome man if you were to give him a shave and clean him up a bit. He had long blond hair which flowed over his broad shoulders. He was slightly taller than me, probably 6'2" or so with a rather muscular build. The name tag on his orange apron read "Tom".

"I need a piece of plywood cut." I replied.

Sharon moved over to the waist high pile of plywood stacked neatly on its' pallet closest to where Tom and I stood. She climbed atop it and knelt on all fours, her luscious round ass pointing seductively towards us. Bending lower until she rested on her forearms, her tight shorts riding high up her creamy white thighs, Sharon looked towards us.

"Is this the piece you want?" She asked in a husky voice.

"Dude......" Tom exclaimed. "You're gonna have to do something about your wife. Man there's cameras all over the place in here."

"No, no....You don't understand...." I muttered. "She's not my wife. I just met her in the parking lot. She's having car trouble and I told her I'd give her a ride after I was through in here." 

I had to admit that Sharon looked absolutely incredible kneeling on the stack of plywood. The way she moved her hips, taunting us with her ass, made me completely oblivious to my surroundings. All I could think about was flipping Sharon over, ripping those shorts off her, and driving my cock as deep as I could into this temptress.

"Not your wife.....Hmmmm...." Tom went on, interrupting my vision of wildly fucking my companion in the middle of the lumber department. "You still have to get her out of here."

"Get me out of here?" Sharon queried as she got off the stack of plywood and came towards us. "You don't really want me to leave do you? You've both been staring at my tits since I met you. I can tell Barn here wants to fuck me and I bet if I looked under your apron that I'd find that you want to fuck me too. Isn't that right, Tom?" 

Sharon came and stood in front of me, her back towards me and facing Tom. She leaned up against me, her delectable ass rubbing against the huge bulge in my jeans. She took hold of both my hands and moved them to her chest, squeezing her scrumptious tits with my hands and hers. Tilting her head back she began to speak to me in a soft, sensuous voice.

"Fuck me right here..." Sharon cooed. "Do me right here on that pile of wood. Mmmmm....I can feel how badly you want you to fuck me. I can feel your cock on my ass. It's so hard. Don't you want me? Come on Barney, make me your bitch right here....right now"

I looked helplessly at Tom as Sharon moved her ass back and forth, tormenting my cock. His eyes were transfixed on the two pairs of hands roughly kneading Sharon's tits. I could see by the look in his eyes that getting Sharon out of the store was no longer an option. He wanted her as badly as I did. Normally, I probably would have left Sharon stranded there, especially as hurried as I was and her acting as crazy as she was, but there was something about her that held me captive. There was a connection between us from the first time our eyes met in the parking lot. 

"Follow me." Tom said as he began walking towards a set of double doors at the end of the aisle we were in. 

Sharon and I followed behind Tom. Sharon had her arm around my waist, her head on my chest, with my arm around her shoulder. She began rubbing my cock through my jeans as we clumsily walked. She moaned deeply when she felt how hard I was.

Tom led us through the double doors and into a loading dock, obviously where they received lumber shipments. "She can stay here until you get your stuff." Tom instructed.

"You're not going to make me wait here." Sharon pleaded. "I'll just follow you back into the store."

"We can tie her up." Tom said as he noticed a length of rope lying on the floor.

"No.....no, we can't do that....Can we?" I replied. It didn't seem right to me, but it did seem like the only solution at the time. I couldn't afford to get thrown out of the store, not without getting what I came for at least. 

"You hold her hands together." Tom said as he approached us with the rope. Sharon mildly resisted as Tom wrapped one end of the rope around her wrists, securing them tightly. He threw the other end of the rope over a beam above us and began pulling the other end of the rope, lifting Sharon's arms above her head as he did. He then tied the free end of the rope to one of the posts supporting the beam. 

I had to admit Sharon looked stunning. With every deep breath she took I could see her hard nipples straining against the silky material of her half-open blouse. She looked helpless yet when I looked into her eyes I could also sense she somewhat enjoyed her situation. Temporarily forgetting my mission, I reached out and rubbed one of Sharon's nipples through her blouse. She shuddered as I did and her knees buckled slightly. When I softly pinched her hard nipple she let out a moan of approval.

"Harder....pinch it harder..." Sharon begged as she thrust her chest out aching for my touch.

"I think she likes that." Tom said excitedly. "Give it a good pinch!"

I opened the front of Sharon's blouse, revealing her mouth-watering tits, and pinched both nipples. The harder I pinched them, the more Sharon seemed to enjoy it. I was now pinching her nipples as hard as I could. The look in Sharon's eyes was driving me wild. They were ablaze with passion. She wanted more; her eyes told me so.

"You're a nasty little cunt aren't you?" Tom asked our captive as he joined me in pinching and twisting Sharon's delectable nipples. 

Sharon didn't answer Tom's question. She began squirming, rubbing her thighs together, almost s if she had to go to the bathroom. I slid one hand down Sharon's smooth torso and in between her thighs. I could feel the warmth and dampness of her pussy through her shorts. She rocked her pelvis back and forth against my hand, aching to feel my touch on her pussy.

"I think she's enjoying this!" I said to Tom. "Her pussy is soaking wet!"

"I've got an idea." Tom replied. He took out his walkie-talkie and called one of his fellow workers from the electrical department. Tom asked his friend, Henry, to grab a couple of alligator clips and join us in the loading dock. He also told Henry to bring along Scott, knowing Scott would enjoy this escapade as well.

It wasn't long before Henry and Scott showed up. They couldn't believe their eyes as they entered the loading dock.

"Holy shit!" Scott exclaimed as both he and Henry obviously enjoyed the sight of seeing Sharon tied to the rafters, her soft, supple tits heaving with each deep breath. "Who is she?"

"Barney here found her in the parking lot having car trouble." Tom answered. "I think she needs a jump. Give me the clips."

Henry gave the alligator clips to Tom as I slid to my knees in front of Sharon. I loosened her shorts and slid them over her shapely, full hips and down her long, slender legs. Underneath Sharon wore a lacy black thong. Her excitement was obvious. The lacy material clung to the matted hair surrounding her pussy. I slid her panties off as well. Sharon began thrusting her hips towards me, begging for me to touch her pussy, to lick it, to probe it. I put my face close to Sharon's pussy and stuck out my tongue just far enough to graze the soft hair. 

"Lick it!" Sharon screamed. "Com'n...lick my fucking pussy!" 

I brushed my tongue along the tops of Sharon's milky white thighs as she spread her legs as far as she could. She writhed and squirmed, trying desperately to direct her pussy in the path of my tongue. 

"Okay, let's jump start this whore!" Tom exclaimed. "Those are some nice looking battery terminals!"

Tom proceeded to affix the clips to each nipple causing Sharon to scream. It was impossible to tell if her screams were of pain or intense pleasure. 

"She's making too much noise.....we're going to get caught!" Scott yelled.

Grabbing Sharon's soaked panties, I arose and held them in front of her face. 

"Mmmmm...smells nice doesn't it." I said as I held them under Sharon's nose. 

Sharon frantically turned her head from side to side trying to avoid my advances. When she opened her mouth to scream once again as Tom tugged on the clips, I stuffed the panties inside Sharon's mouth. Tom continued torturing her raw nipples, pulling and twisting on the clips attached to them. Scott and Henry watched in awe, all the while rubbing their cocks through their pants. I had to admit I was extremely turned-on myself. At first I had wanted to keep Sharon all to myself, but seeing how excited she got with others present changed that. 

"Does she like to suck cock?" Henry asked.

"I don't know..." I answered. "Would you like her to suck your cock? I guess whether she likes to or not doesn't matter much. Tom, give her some slack so she can kneel down ."

Tom did as I instructed. Henry came over in front of Sharon and placing both hands on her shoulders, forced her to kneel in front of him. Henry undid the front of his pants and removed his large, fully-erect cock. He pulled the panties out of Sharon's mouth and began rubbing his cock over her face. Sharon resisted taking him into her mouth until Scott came up behind her. Grabbing two handfuls of curly brown her, Scott forced her to open her mouth. Henry forcefully slid his huge cock between Sharon's soft lips and began wildly fucking her mouth. She choked and gagged as Henry's cock hit the back of her throat with each thrust.

Sharon's screams were muffled by Henry's huge cock filling her mouth. It didn't take long before Tom and Scott freed their members also and waited their turn on either side of Henry. They all crowded around Sharon, forcing their cocks upon her. Sharon hungrily went from one cock to another, noisily sucking each one as the Home Depot crew took turns fucking her mouth. I knelt down behind Sharon. When she felt my presence there, she pushed her ass towards me, rubbing it on my raging hard-on still covered by the denim of my jeans. I slid both hands around to Sharon's luscious tits. The clips were still in place, pinching her red nipples tightly. I squeezed her tits together and pulled her tighter to me, rubbing my cock against her bountiful, soft round ass. 

"Fuck me!" Sharon screamed as she squirmed against my cock. "Please.....fuck me!"

I slid my hands from Sharon's firm tits, along her flat, smooth stomach and over her shapely hips, pulling her ass tighter to the huge bulge in my jeans. My cock nestled between the soft cheeks of her ass as Sharon writhed against my hardness. Sliding my hands to the inside of her dewy, damp thighs I inched them closer and closer to her pussy. Her sweet nectar was running down her thighs, the soft, fine hair covering her pussy was soaked and matted to it. I slid one finger along her drenched pussy. Her swollen labia opened immediately for me. Sharon shuddered and let out a long muffled moan as my finger grazed her hard, tiny clit. Sharon furiously rocked her hips front and back, desperate to feel the touch of my finger on her clit, all the while eagerly sucking the three cocks of the Home Depot crew.

Rising to my feet I, I placed both hands on either side of Sharon's cheeks, holding her face while Tom, Scott, and Henry continued taking turns fucking her wet, warm mouth. Noticing something out of the corner of my eye, I looked towards the double doors of the loading dock. It seemed an audience had assembled to watch through the windows. I motioned for the onlookers to join us. About ten or twelve employees, mostly men but a couple of woman timidly entered the dock.

"What's going on?" One of the newcomers asked.

"Barney here found this bitch in the parking lot." Tom said as his cock was stuffed deep in Sharon's mouth. "She said she was having car trouble, but I think she just wanted to get fucked. Ya wanna better look at her?"

"Sure....I guess so." The newcomer sheepishly said.

With that, Tom and the other two stepped away from Sharon, leaving her dangling by the rope. Tom grabbed the rope and pulled hard on it, forcefully pulling Sharon to her feet. Sharon stood shamelessly in front of her audience. Her hair was a mess. Her makeup smeared terribly. Her saliva covered her chest as it rose and fell sharply from her torrential breathing. Her nipples were bright red with the alligator clips still pinching them tightly. Her eyes screamed of passion and wanton lust, begging any to fulfill her needs. She hardly looked the part of the reserved school teacher when I first noticed her in the parking lot, yet I found myself yearning for her even more.

Scott moved around behind Sharon and squeezed her tits together, displaying the beautiful orbs for the crowd assembled there. "Ever see such a fine pair of tits?" He mockingly asked.

I looked around at the crowd assembled on the loading dock; every pair of eyes was transfixed on Sharon. Even the women there were mesmerized by the sight of her as Scott toyed with and slapped her firm tits. My eyes met with Sharon's. I could see a desire there more intense than ever before. 

At that moment a voice came over the intercom demanding all associates to return to their departments. The newcomers quickly dashed back into the store. Tom, Scott, and Henry clumsily tried to put their erect cocks back into their pants.

"Well Barn.....She's all yours now." Tom said, an obvious tone of disappointment in his voice. "You should just leave her here and pull around back to pick her up."

"Sounds like a very good idea." I replied, completely forgetting about why I had come to the Home Depot in the first place.

I practically ran through the store to my truck anxious to pick up Sharon. I quickly hopped in and drove around to the back of the store and the loading dock. When I arrived at the dock I saw Tom having his last bit of fun with Sharon. He was furiously slapping her tits, taking delight in watching Sharon's firm tits bounce with each slap.

"OK Tom, let's untie her so I can get her out of here!" I exclaimed.

Tom removed the alligator clips from Sharon's excited but abused nipples, slipping them into his pocket as a souvenir of my shopping companion. He then proceeded to release Sharon from her bonds while I gathered up her shorts and panties.

I quickly escorted Sharon, clad only in her open blouse and high heels, out to my truck in the back lot of the store. After opening the passenger door, I lifted Sharon up into my truck. She started to turn in her seat, expecting me to close the door, hop in, and drive away. Instead, I stopped her and pulled her to the edge of the seat. Her long, sleek legs opened wide as she wrapped them around me, her arms wrapping around my neck, as I pulled her tightly to me. Our lips met in a violent, passionate kiss. Our tongues dueled as Sharon pressed herself tightly to me. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy through my clothes as Sharon ground her pelvis against my muscular frame.

The heat and passion of our escapades inside the store dominated our senses and removed every ounce of logical thinking from our minds. We were completely oblivious to our surroundings and had only one thing on our minds. I broke our steamy kiss and removed Sharon's arms from around my neck. Pushing her back onto the seat I lifted her slender legs over my shoulders. Her magnificent pussy was open before me. After hours of tortuous teasing, Sharon's pussy was finally going to get the attention she so desperately yearned for. 

Sharon reached down and spread her swollen, wet labia open for me, exposing her hard, tiny clit. It begged for the touch of my tongue. I slowly ran my tongue along the entire length of Sharon's drenched pussy, giving her clit a little flick. Sharon shuddered and arched her back at the feel of my tongue on her most sensitive place. She vehemently rocked her pelvis back and forth, desperate to release the pent up emotions boiling deep within her. Sharon moaned loudly as I teased the tight opening of her pussy with my wet tongue. I could feel her muscles clamp around my tongue as I eased it as deep as I could inside her. Taking hold of my head, Sharon pulled it tighter to her, trying to force my tongue deeper still. 




Shopping With Sharon



My face was covered with Sharon's sweet nectar. The taste of her excitement was absolutely divine as I diverted my attention back to her clit. Sucking her thick, swollen labia into my mouth, I began flicking my tongue from side to side across Sharon's aroused clit. She screamed wildly, pulling my hair and clamping her soft, milky thighs against my face as she began to climax. Her entire body shook and convulsed as she erupted.

After several moments, Sharon's intense orgasm began to subside. She sat back up and our lips met once again. Our excitement once again rose quickly as we both relished in the taste of Sharon's sweet pussy juice covering my face. As the passion of our kiss mounted, Sharon slid one hand between us. She quickly found the bulge in my jeans and squeezed my manhood, moaning deeply as she did. Frantically, Sharon tried to release my throbbing member from captivity.

Climbing onto the running board of my truck, I assisted my wanton shopping companion with my jeans. Sliding both my jeans and boxers over my ass, my massive cock sprang free. The look in Sharon's eyes showed me her approval. Taking hold of my cock, Sharon bent over and hungrily took the head of it into her warm mouth. Her tongue danced around the tip causing my head to spin and my knees to weaken.

Sharon's mouth felt incredible on my cock, but just as badly as she had craved for attention, as did I to feel my cock buried deep within her velvety pussy. I pulled Sharon from her man-sized meal and laid her back across the front seat, her head coming to rest on the arm rest. Taking hold of my mammoth cock I teased Sharon's inviting pussy with its' head. Sliding it along the length of her pussy and rubbing and slapping it on her hard tiny clit almost sent her over the edge. Desperate to feel me inside her, Sharon reached between us and took hold of my cock, guiding it to the opening of her love canal. 

We both watched intently as the head of my cock was consumed by Sharon's pussy. I began fucking her slowly with just the head of my cock. Sharon rocked her hips, trying desperately to pull my cock deeper inside her. Once I felt her muscles relax a bit I slowly pushed my throbbing cock in deeper. We both watched as inch by glorious inch of my cock disappeared inside Sharon's ravenous pussy. Once my cock completely disappeared from view, Sharon began grinding her pelvis against my hard stomach, my cock filling her completely. 

With tantalizing long, slow strokes I fucked my companion. Sharon was hypnotized by the sight of my cock going in and out of her, stretching her pussy with each thrust. Her moans became much louder as I steadily increased the tempo. She reached between her soft thighs, stroking my cock, guiding it inside her with each thunderous stroke. I squeezed Sharon's exquisite tits together tightly, the bright red nipples pointing invitingly towards me. When I began to pinch and twist her abused nipples I could feel her muscles tighten around my throbbing cock. She heatedly began rubbing her clit. Her head thrashed from side to side as she once again climaxed, my cock glistening from her excrement. Sharon's entire body tensed and shook as her orgasm lasted what seemed an eternity.

Once Sharon's orgasm released its' grip of her senses, I helped her sit up and slid her over on the seat. Climbing up into my truck I sat where Sharon had laid, the seat soaked with her womanly fluids. One look into Sharon's eyes told me she was not through. She quickly straddled me, impaling my huge cock until her loins came to rest on mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck as we kissed passionately. Sharon began rocking her hips back and forth, burying my cock deeper and deeper inside her. I could feel her vaginal muscles massaging my shaft as she manipulated her clit against the base of my cock. I clasped my strong hands on Sharon's firm, round ass, pulling her further onto my manhood. The rapidity of her motions was amplified by our ever heightening passion and lust. Once again I could feel Sharon's taut pussy clamping my cock like a vise. I could hold back no longer; neither could Sharon. We both climaxed together, our sweaty bodies pressed tightly together. Sharon shuddered with each wave of my warm cum shooting deep inside her. We stayed this way for several moments, taking delight in the moment of complete ecstasy.

Regaining our senses and realizing where we were, we both quickly dressed, looking around to see if we were being watched. 

"Wow....That was fucking incredible!" I exclaimed. The look in Sharon's eyes echoed my sentiments. "Now what?"

"I think we should continue this at my place." Sharon coyly said. "Let's go get my car and you can follow me."

"But....your car's not running." I replied, confused by Sharon's remark. With a twinkle in her eye Sharon replied that her car was quite alright.



Shopping with Sophie



Please note, dear reader, that Sophie likes her name to be pronounced with the accent on the second syllable. She prays you to keep this in mind when reading this story. You might even exercise it a couple of times before you start, she suggests :-) Sophie furthermore wishes you a pleasurable and exciting reading and so do I.

"I want to buy a couple of things," Sophie said. "Do you want to come along?" She had that innocent look on her face, and a nearly imperceptible twinkle in her eyes made me eagerly agree. Did I see a faint smile on her lips? 

As we drove downtown I asked Sophie what she was going to buy. "You will see," she replied mysteriously. 

First we went to a shoe store. Sophie sat down in a low chair, me next to her. She instructed a young salesgirl on the kind of shoes she would like. High heels!

The girl came back with a number of shoeboxes and started to try on the shoes on Sophie's feet. Sophie wore a rather short dress that just came to her mid thighs. As the girl tried another pair of shoes on, Sophie's dress moved up and revealed the embroidered upper part of her stockings.

Each time the girl took a new pair of shoes out of a box she bended over and I had alluring look at her small yet firm pear-shaped breasts. She wore no bra! Of course she knew I was staring in her blouse and so did Sophie who gave me a bright smile.

At one moment, as the girl was sitting on her heels in front of us, she raised one knee and her miniskirt completely moved up. I had a clear view on her white panties and noticed the dark shade of her pubic hair in the middle. The girl looked at the bulge in my trousers and smiled at Sophie who took my hand and tickled my palm teasingly.

I was in a rather excited state when we left the store. Now Sophie told me she wanted to buy some lingerie!

Her favorite lingerie store was very exclusive. It was very large and at the back end there was a beautiful broad staircase, bending midway. Behind a long counter several young girls were arranging lingerie items and putting boxes on the shelves. Sophie addressed Claire, apparently her preferred salesgirl. She told her that she wanted to buy a bra and panties. Maybe also a matching garter belt and stockings. 

Sophie chose a number of sets on the counter and together with Claire mounted the staircase to one of the fitting rooms. She invited me to come along so maybe I could advise her. She smiled at me with that special look in her eyes. 

The fitting room was rather large. There were a couple of comfortable chairs and two large mirrors on opposite walls. The lighting was soft and a distant music was playing. As I was seated Claire helped Sophie to unbutton her dress. Soon Sophie stood in her underwear. Then she removed her bra and positioned herself in front of the mirror, only with her panties, self-supporting stockings and high-heeled shoes on. As I sat behind her I could see her back as well as her front in the mirror. 

I sat very quiet, admiring her buttocks in their sheer panties. My eyes were drawn to her full breasts and I noticed that her nipples were hard. Sophie bent over and fitted her breasts in the cups of the new bra Claire handed her over. Subsequently she removed her panties and tried on the new ones matching the bra. 

After a while Claire helped her to remove the bra as well as the panties. Sophie stood completely naked now, except for her stockings and shoes. She looked in the mirror admiring her statuesque self. I saw Claire gazing at her, slowly moving her eyes from Sophie's long legs over her neatly trimmed pussy up to her magnificent breasts. For a long moment the girls were looking deeply in each other eyes. They seemed to have completely forgotten my presence.

As the same scenario was repeated for another lingerie set, I became more and more uneasy. I grew very excited, not daring to move or say a word in order not to break the spell of these exquisite tender moments. 

At one time while Claire helped Sophie remove her bra, she briefly, as if unintentionally, touched Sophie's breast, softly rubbing her erect nipple. Sophie kissed her for a split second on her lips. The scene was so brief I couldn't help wondering if I had imagined it. 

Finally Sophie chose two sets of bras and panties. Now she wanted to try on the matching garter belts and stockings. She was seated naked in the chair next to me, as Claire kneeled between her open legs and removed her shoes and stockings. Then Claire delicately put on the new pair of stockings, carefully drawing them up. Suddenly she bent over and gently kissed Sophie's pussy. For a moment I saw her tongue going in and out between Sophie's lips. Only once. I wondered what must have happened before in this fitting room, when Sophie was alone with Claire, shopping without me.

Soon now Sophie stood completely "dressed" with her bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and shoes. All off the lingerie was in a light pink color, completely in harmony with her auburn hair and lightly tanned complexion. The bra and the panties were semi transparent. I could clearly see her nipples and the dark areolas around them. Through her panties I perceived the shade of the golden-brown hair of her pussy. 

For the first time since we entered the fitting room the girls seemed to be aware of my presence. Claire looked down at the bulge in my trousers that had become very obvious. She looked at Sophie and smiled in a conspiring way. As I hadn't moved from my chair, Sophie put a finger under my chin and made me look up in her eyes. 

"What do you think of this pink ensemble?" she asked.

"N … Nice," I stumbled, not being able to think of another qualification and cursing myself for this silly epithet. Too late words as lovely, gorgeous, stunning, dazzling, came to my mind.

"He is a bit shy," Sophie told Claire.

"He looks a bit feverish," Claire ventured. 

"Yes," Sophie replied. "Maybe I'll have to give him a special treatment when we come home."

When we left the shop Sophie asked me if I would like to do some more shopping with her or rather go home right away.

"Home," I whispered with a hoarse voice. 



Shopping with Sue



You may want to read parts I and II before reading this story. In part I, James and Oliver had played a game with the blindfolded Claire (James's wife) which led to them having a brief threesome. Thereafter, Oliver and James agreed that they should do a repeat performance with his wife, Sue. The opportunity arises when James travels down to visit his friends two days before Claire is to join them...

In part II, Oliver arranges things so that James watches himself and Sue making love. Oliver has told Sue that Jamie has a knickers fetish and suggests that she and Jamie go shopping together to find her some new underwear. The story continues ...

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Half an hour later, James and Sue were riding the escalator up to the shopping mall where - according to Sue - there were two underwear shops. As they arrived at the top, Sue looked around to orient herself.

'So what are we looking for - normal and sexy or cheap and tacky?'

'Both! But let's start with normal.'

'OK. Then come this way.'

Taking James by the hand, she led him off through the early morning crowds to 'Janines'. Walking into the store, James felt his cock start to stir once more. Wherever he looked there were knickers, bra's and suspender-belts hanging - in all possible colours and variations - and he was meant to choose something for his best friend's wife! This was like Christmas!

'OK. So where do we want to begin? What do you like?'

James hesitated.

'Well, I like brightly coloured underwear and not frilly stuff.'

'OK.'

She took him over to a nearby row of underwear.

'The choose something from here - size 36 knickers and 32A breasts.'

He rifled through a variety of silk and cotton before finally selecting a plain lavender-coloured bra and knickers set in silk and a bottle green set in cotton. Moving to the next rack, he chose a matching chemise and French knickers set in pale blue silk and a pastel flowery bar and panties set in cotton.

'Hm, not bad. I'll go and try them on.'

'I'll come with you!'

'What?'

'First of all, there is no way that I am hanging around here alone - I might get arrested! Secondly, I want to see how you look in that stuff.'

'I didn't know that that was part of the deal!'

'Hey, if I am paying, I get the right to look, OK?'

'Are you paying? OK, then let me take these too.'

Sue picked up a black satin bra with matching panties.

'Let's go.'

She lead him over to the changing room, where she disappeared with her goodies. After a short time, she called out of the cabin.

'James?'

'I'm still here.'

'Tell me what you think.'

Peeling back the curtain and sticking his head into the cabin, he was greeted by the sight of Sue dressed in the lavender-coloured bra and panties. The soft silky material clung to her small breasts and highlighted rather than hid her smooth gentle curves.

'Very nice - we'll take those.'

He pulled back to let her get changed again. This time, she had put on the bottle green underwear. Although it was made of cotton, it was still cute. The panties were typical bikini style with a narrow waistband and a thin lace edging. The bra was the same and covered her small breasts loosely, but tight enough for James to see that her nipples were now protruding slightly through the soft material.

Once more James waited outside the changing cubicle for a few minutes.

'Er, James? I'm not sure that ...'

Too late. James had already stuck his head through the gap in the curtain and immediately saw why Sue was unsure whether or not he should look. Although they looked respectable on the rack, the French knickers flared out so sharply that the sliver of material between her legs was pulled up tightly into her pussy and hid next to nothing. He could see her pale blonde pubic hair on either side of the pale blue silk although her pussy remained hidden from view.

'That is great - very sexy! Why don't we take that too?'

'Er, OK.'

The next set was a bit of a disappointment. After the non-too-subtle French knickers, the pastel-coloured panties looked more like something a schoolgirl would wear.

'No, they're no good. Give me the good ones and get dressed - I'll go and pay for the others.'

'Wait, I still have one set to try.'

James had forgotten those. After a few seconds, Sue told him she could look. He pulled the curtain back a bit and poked his head through to see her standing with one arm crossed over her breasts and the other covering her crotch.

'What's up with you?'

'Well ...'

She let her arms drop and James's heart started pumping. The black underwear was half-transparent and glossy, letting him see her stiff nipples and aureoles through the plain bra. Her knickers were just as transparent and he could clearly see her neatly cropped pubic bush through the shiny material.

'Turn around.'

Sue turned around and James took in the view of her perfect bum encased in the black satin knickers and her muscular back with the black bra straps running across it.

'We are definitely taking those as well. Here, give them to me, I'll go and pay.'

Sue handed him the bundle of assorted underwear and he headed off to the cash till to pay while Sue got dressed. Just as he had paid, Sue arrived to find him carrying a small shopping bag in front of his crotch. She grinned.

'Did you like what you saw?' she said, pointedly looking down at his crotch.

'You could say that, yes!'

'I like to hear it!'

'Did it turn you on too?'

'Do I have to answer the question?'

'Yes!'

'Er, yes, it did.'

'Are you wet? Now?'

'Yes, as wet as you are hard!'

'Touché! So, where is this other shop?'

'Do you really want to go there - they only have cheap and tacky stuff.'

'Cheap and tacky? As in slutty?'

'Yes.'

'Let's go!'

'What? Are you into that kind of stuff?!'

'No, not really, but I'd still like to have a look.'

'OK.'

James could see that she wasn't that keen, but she lead the way and soon they were entering a slightly shabby store. There were few customers here and those that were there were young, maybe 16 years old and dressed in alternative clothing.

'Come on James, let's go.'

'Not yet. Let's take a look at what they've got now that we're here.'

Walking through the narrow isles to the back of the shop, they came to the underwear section. Unlike 'Janines' the underwear here was mainly cotton and nylon and mostly with prints or wording on them. James looked over the knickers hanging on the rails. Suddenly, something caught his eye.

'What about those?'

He took down two thongs in leopard-skin-print; one in green tones and one in orange tones.

'Well, a bit tacky, but I guess I could try them on.'

'And these?'

This time he took a miniscule g-string off the self, the material a gaudy orange colour and of a transparent synthetic material.

'Yuck. Really cheap!'

'Exactly! And we'll take these too.'

He grabbed a pair of shiny silver knickers and a pair of bright pink knickers with a small bra in the same colour.

'So, now you can try them on.'

They headed over to the changing cabins. Sue went in and pulled the curtain shut. While he was waiting, James looked around. What he saw was pretty cheap, to say the least. Then he had an idea. Walking over to the nearest rack, he started rifling through some black imitation micro-miniskirts until he found one of the right size. Next he looked around until he found some white armless vests. Taking one in 'xs' he walked back to where Sue was waiting in the cabin and hung them over the chair in front of it.

'OK?'

'Yes. Check this out!'

Pulling back the curtain slightly, he saw Sue dressed in the orange 'leopard-skin' thong. She had taken her blouse off and was wearing her white bra on top.

'Cheap or what?'

'Yes, but exciting.'

'And this?'

James's heart stopped for a second as he watched Sue tug down her thong, bending forwards towards him so that all he could see was the orange thong being pulled down her legs. As she stood up again, she grinned and James realised what she had done. She was still wearing a thong - this time the green leopard-skin print!

Sue giggled.

'How's the blood pressure?'

'That certainly didn't help keep it down! Turn around and bend forwards.'

Sue did exactly as she was told. Now her pert bum was split by the green mottled thong between her cheeks. Where it passed over her pussy, it had been pulled tight and now Sue's cleft was highlighted by the thin material. He could see a few blonde hairs either side of the thong and was sorely tempted to let his finger run down the length of her pussy.

Sue stood up and turned around.

'So, out you go - I have to get changed!'

As he was called to look again, Sue had changed into the silver knickers. The tight shiny material hugged her body like a metallic foil, making it look as if she had been cast in metal.

'No, they're no good.'

'OK.'

As he waited outside once more, James heard Sue muttering to herself.

'What's up?'

'Er, nothing. I'm just not sure whether Oliver would be happy with me showing you this one!'

'Why not? I mean, it's just like seeing you in a bikini isn't it? Anyway, he was the one who suggested that we go out shopping in the first place.'

'This is not like any bikini that I own, that's for sure!'

'So, are you going to tell me, or can I look?'

'Oh, just look - if Oliver doesn't like it, that's his own fault!'

James pulled back the curtain once more. 

'Wow! That is GREAT! I certainly don't have a problem with it.'

'THAT I can believe.'

The pink knickers were not the problem. Although bright, gaudy and narrow, they didn't reveal much more than the other things that Sue had tried on. The bra was what Sue was complaining about. It was a half-cup supporting bra that lifted her small breasts forming a little more cleavage than she usually had. However, the bra stopped just below her nipples, presenting the erect nubs proudly to the world!

'WHO would wear something like this?'

'Someone who is proud of her breasts?'

'Yeah, well I don't have much to be proud of, do I?'

'Hey, there are enough men out there who love small breasts - including me!'

Sue looked at him curiously.

'Really? Or are you just taking the piss?'

'No, I mean it.'

'Then maybe we should take these after all.'

'Why not? They're not exactly expensive.'

'OK. So just one to go.'

She picked up the transparent orange g-string.

'God this is cheap! On the other hand, it is a shame that they don't have a mirror here - then at least I could judge for myself how I look.'

'True, but I may have the answer for you. Here ...'

James reached down and picked up the vest and miniskirt that he had put there earlier and handed them to Sue.

'Put these on with the knickers - but no bra! Then you can come out.'

'Er, OK. But I'm not sure that I can come out like that.'

'Just wait and see.'

With that, James pulled the curtain shut and waited impatiently while Sue got changed. After a few minutes he heard her telling him that she couldn't come out dressed in the things he had chosen.

'Why not?'

'Look for yourself!'

'Have you got everything on?'

'Yes.'

James grinned to himself and simply pulled the curtain to one side.

'Hey!'

Sue stood there in bare feet with her arms crossed over her breasts. The miniskirt was tiny - it barely covered her crotch and clung tightly to her hips and bum.

'Drop your arms - I want to see the rest of you.'

Sue reluctantly let her arms fall to her sides and stood there, waiting for him to comment. The white vest was of a very thin cotton material and glued tightly to her body so that the form of Sue's perfect tiny breasts was perfectly displayed - even the colour of her hard little nipples was to be seen.

'And?'

'Fucking ace!'

'What?! I look like a tarty schoolgirl!'

'Exactly! You look really sexy - come and look in the mirror.'

Sue let herself be dragged out into the shop and stood in front of a full-length mirror. As she examined herself critically, she had to admit, she DID look sexy. Even though the outfit was something she would never normally be seen dead in, the slim attractive woman in the mirror looked HOT. Glancing around the shop, she saw that no-one could see her. She turned her back to the mirror and bent forwards, looking over her shoulder at her reflection.

As she did so, she felt James place his left hand on the middle of her back and hold her down.

'Hey, what are you doing?'

She watched entranced in the mirror as his other hand slowly move down between her thighs towards her crotch. Against her will she felt herself becoming even wetter but was powerless to stop him.

'If you touch me, I'll ... I'll ...'

'What? Call the police? Scream the place down?'

Sue's mouth clammed stud as she realised that she would only draw more attention to herself. As if in slow motion, she watched as his middle finger stretched out towards her crotch. The first contact with her knicker-covered pussy made her gasp and her love-juices started flowing uncontrollably into her panties, turning them a darker shade of orange.

James was having fun. He had a perfect view of her pussy - to all intents and purposes naked before him, the panties have turned even more transparent where they had come into contact with her moist valley. The soft material moulded itself to her, revealing her swollen lips and the light coating of pubic hair covering her pubic mound. As his fingertip touched the bright orange material, he noticed immediately how damp it was - testament to her excited state. The material had become slippery to touch and he ran his finger down between her thighs following the valley of her pussy until he reached her clitoris.

She gasped at the contact with the swollen bud and started trembling as he gently rubbed his fingertip in feather-light circles over her clitoris.

'James! Please stop ... I can't ... I don't want to ...'

'What's it worth?'

'Anything!'

'Anything? Promise?'

'Anything, I promise!'

'How do I know that you'll abide by your promise?'

'I will! Really.'

'Hm, OK.'

Reluctantly, James removed his hand and let Sue stand up again. Her face was flushed red and she almost ran back into the changing cabin and yanked the curtain shut.

'Don't do anything I wouldn't do!'

'Ha ha.'

A few minutes later Sue re-emerged, dressed back in her posh skirt and blouse. Her flushed face and hard nipples gave away her inner state and she had difficulties looking James in the eye.

'Don't tell Oliver will you?'

'No, of course not. Here, give me those things - I'll go and pay for them.'

'I don't have to come do I? I er...'

'No, I'll do it.'

'You should get a new orange thong from the shelf ...' Sue giggled embarrassed '... that one is a little, er, damp.'

'No problem - I'll take the original.'

Sue made a hasty exit for the shopping mall outside, clutching her purchases from Janines while James went to the cash desk to pay. As he handed over the clothes, the young punky woman looked at him with a grin.

'No returning used items.'

'OK!'

He paid and took the bag she offered him. Outside Sue asked whether the girl had commented on the state of the knickers. James told her.

'God, I can never go back there again!'

'I don't think that you were planning to anyway.'

'True! Maybe it is not such a loss after all. Come on, we need to hurry if we are going to meet Oliver on time!'

With that they headed off to find Oliver.