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The Fitting

By: Satin and Lace



Rachelle only had one fitting then the weekend was hers. She wasn't going to be doing anything, but just be off. Perhaps she would walk around the farmers market Sunday morning? Go to the Park tonight to hear some music it was free on Saturday nights. Looking at her watch she saw the scheduled time almost here. Looking around she seen the shop was full which wasn't unusual. Weddings and dances and Cotillions a well dressed man always needed a good suit or a tuxedo.

Looking again at her private appointment book she seen the customer walk through the door. Tall, gray brownish hair, beautiful smile. Long legs, well toned. She figured him a 40 long. Black light weight wool suit. Measuring to the tops of his shoes. She thought he would look handsome in yellow, shades of blues, for a rich statement a black monogrammed shirt.

"Rachelle, Robert London is here." The voice over the intercom system alerted her.

Gracefully she walked towards him. Head held high, shoulders back, straight spine. Just enough sway in her hips to cause her short skirt to flounce a little. Her long legs were bare with nothing but four inch strappy sandals around her ankle.

"Good morning Mr. London. I've been looking forward to meeting you." Rachelle said holding out her beautifully manicured hand.

Her long hair was loosely falling around her face and down her back. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke. Robert also noticed she was very beautiful without seemingly aware of that fact.

"Please call me Robert. I'm here for a few things. A nice suit that travels well. Some shirts. I would like a custom made tuxedo. I hear this is the place." Robert smiled into her deep blue eyes.

"Yes, Vaughn's is the place. Shall we see a few selections before going into the fitting room?" Rachelle said professionally.

They walked the racks and she pointed out the qualities of some over others. His eye was on a black suit but she had known it wouldn't travel well. She took it off the rack and they made their way towards the private dressing area.

Rachelle had done this hundreds of times. She always gave them their modesty. She allowed them to make the requests for the measurements. Normally it was done so clinically that it was more like a doctor's visit. Pulling back the curtained area she chose dressing room three. Robert didn't mention for her to leave, he just started to undress. Rachelle was hanging the suits on the wall as she noted he was down to his Haines boxer briefs. Turning she took the measuring tape expertly measured his chest. His arms, his back, waist and then slightly moving towards his inseam. Robert moved his legs open a little she motioned for him to stand regularly. He stood straight she got the measure and then she saw it. It was barely there but it was an outline of his member.

Rachelle stood up her face was flushed, Robert looked perplexed. Rachelle turning her back she brought out the first pair of slacks handing them to him. She excused herself for only a second. Stepping out of the room she chided herself over her sophomoric behavior. Gathering her wits she stepped back in and was business again.

"Well, Rachelle what do you think?" Robert asked.

Rachelle knew he was asking about the fit. She seen they didn't hang well. She stooped down again this time he had material over him. Measuring the inseam she saw it was off by a quarter inch.

"Mr. London I don't think you will find these comfortable enough to wear them." Rachelle said with assuring words.

"Please call me Robert, or Bob especially after you have seen me undressed." He laughed out loud and hearty.

Rachelle smiled and even laughed along with him. He was so comforting she enjoyed his company very much. For the next forty-five minutes they tried on and measured and had his clothing set for tailoring. They were about done when she remembered her first thought a black monogrammed shirt. She told him she would be back she had one more touch that would be perfect.

It only took her a minute to find the shirt and when she came back through the curtain she noticed his room was open. Mirror image was clearly showing his cock it stopped her in her tracks. He was well endowed, very thick and the head was so enormously well shaped leaving the ridge so prominent. He was adjusting himself as he pulled his waist band back into place she thought she was going to faint. She knew she had to get back inside quickly. He would be wondering whether she had lost interest in the sale. 

"Mr. London here look at this shirt. French cuffs, made from the finest silk and the cuffs are made for the cufflinks. With your monogram this would be elegant for your cruise." Rachelle said without the least bit hesitation.

"Mr. London again?" Robert said half teasing.

"Oh, I'm sorry Robert I had something happen while I was gone. So what do you think Robert? Perfect shirt for the perfect cruise with that perfect woman?" Rachelle managed to sound flirty.

"Put it on the bill, Rachelle. You are a born sales person, without being forward or sounding like a cad. Would you like to go for a cup of coffee sometime?" Robert got it said but knew timing was completely inappropriate.

He felt like a dumb freshman. This woman was probably married all though without a wedding ring. She had just measured every part of him practically. He barely got himself adjusted before she came through the door. She had aroused him. Her perfume, gentle touches, her voice was like a spring breeze. Then he goes and messes up by asking her for coffee.

"Yes, Robert I would love too." Rachelle found herself saying before realized she had told him yes. She was standing within inches of this man, a man she was very attracted too. She knew he was married he had a ring on. He was much younger than her. He was charming, she knew he would be dangerous for her. She wasn't sure about herself around him. All though that didn't seem to matter he made it seem all right.

"Well, Rachelle, how about now?" Robert said then laughed deeply. 'How about I dress and then we can have coffee?"

Rachelle blushed and agreed. Leaving him to dress she tallied up his purchases and charged to a company business. He came out and signed. She gathered her purse and straw hat they left together. Leaving Beth, Lucy and Sandy all stunned.

The Fitting Ch. 02



Vaughn's was in the middle of a bustling shopping area. Rachelle was following Robert as he placed some of the packages into his red sports car. He turned and led the way to Maggie. Rachelle thought he had good taste. The place was just becoming busy with shoppers needing a caffeine burst before they continued.

Sitting under the canopy on the corner of the outside cafe, afforded them plenty of room to people watch. A young buxom blonde came over and asked their order. Rachelle looked around seeing the busy city around them. Her mind drifted to what she had privy to. His organ was so fantastic. Her mind allowed her to almost feel the strength of his beautiful noble cock.

"Rachelle, Rachelle you are a million miles away. Care to share?" Robert asked interested.

Rachelle got caught again. She covered well, pointing out a couple dressed alike must have been in their seventies. Robert put his left hand on the table as he looked into her face. He sure couldn't find anything wrong with her. She was so kind, so beautiful, considerate to a fault. He had to know if she was married. He finally had to just say it.

"Rachelle are you married?" Robert said with deep interest.

He instantly saw the clouds cross over her eyes, they left as quick as they came. She smiled a little less brightly.

"No, Robert I'm alone." Rachelle said softly. 'I see you are, though."

Robert took his left hand off the table immediately. How did he tell her without sounding like a cheap love novel. He was married and he loved being married. Surrounding him was his family. He just, he couldn't explain that Rachelle made him feel something he wasn't feeling for a long time. Seeing life through her eyes. Seeing her enthusiasm, being near her sensual side. He knew she would be an unleashed tiger in the bedroom. Not that he had a thought he would know this first hand.

"Well, here is our coffee and I ordered you the fruit plate. Hope you don't mind?" Robert smiled.

"Robert I was sort of hungry looks perfect. Let's share. So tell me about yourself Robert?" Rachelle said as she placed some strawberries on her plate. She smiled wide with her focus upon him. She loved to hear his voice, he enthralled her senses.

Robert wanted to make this afternoon to last forever. His thoughts were so taken by her. The way she crossed her legs, bouncing the foot off the other leg. Tucking it in back of slender ankles. She licked her lips often, smiled as she spoke. Never taking her eyes off of his. He felt like he was the only man on earth.

"I'm pretty boring I travel a lot for business. I am on the road during the week. I love to dance, music, and beautiful women." Robert slyly spoke the last sentence.

His hand reached over to get his water goblet brushing hers. He felt a shock running through his body and spine. He was taken by this creature. She was so multilayered, immediately he longed to kiss her lips. She was placing a juicy piece of pineapple linger on her lips. A small droplet curled on then fell off her bow shaped lips. Instantly hitting her cleavage and disappearing into no man's land. His rapt attention, made for a full moment of sheer quietness.

"Oh Robert, look at us? We are grown ups. So let me ask a few questions?" Rachelle said as she popped a grape in her mouth.

"How old are you? Do you truly like older ladies?" Rachelle said with anticipation.

"Well, the birthday issue came up pretty quickly. I was thinking perhaps a little way down the road. But that's what I do adore about an older woman. She knows what she wants will ask and seem not to get thrown by answer's." Robert smiled as he looked at Rachelle's cleavage. She had twisted around to speak to a man that passed them. Her full, very toned breast from the outside appeared but for a split moment. He became aroused by the fleeting second.

"I'm forty-one years old. An older woman is sensual, knows the boundaries. Can still enjoy being with a man. Knowing of the times they are split, she is busy with her life too. Rachelle, I don't care how old you are." He stated with a finality.

"Okay Robert. So tell me do like animals?" Her eyes were filled with a teasing look.

"Sure. who doesn't?" Robert said not sure why she asked.

"Come grab my hand." She said as she sprinted for the changing light on their corner.

They were running towards a park Robert could tell that much. Then he saw the kind of park it was for dogs and owners. He slowed down making her jolt to a stop. He looked around as far as he could see he was looking at friendly dogs. Fat and scrawny, beautiful and down right ugly.

"I don't get it Rachelle. Why did we come here?" Robert had to have order to run his days with.

Right then a Frisbee came almost in a stealth mode. Up over Robert's head and Rachelle reached out to catch it. Through a hilarious action they got off balanced and started tumbling their way down an incline. When they were dead stopped he was on top of her.



The Fitting Ch. 03



His weight upon her body was an experience she hadn't felt for a long time. She wanted this moment to be a like a day. She wanted to see his eyes in passion. Right now she saw a mixture of embarrassment and a wicked glint of perhaps desire.

"Well, Robert I didn't bring us here for this." Rachelle laughed musically.

"Darn the luck. Perhaps I should get off you? Help you up?" Laughed Robert. 

He was so athletically adept he had Rachelle on her feet brushing the grass off her back. They realized she had a summer backless dress on. She didn't stop him he felt lucky touching this woman's velvet soft skin.

"I brought you here because I saw somebody I wanted you to meet." Rachelle said to quickly.

"Oh, all I saw were people and dogs." Robert grinned.

"No, my granddaughter she was running with wiggles." Rachelle said laughing.

Robert's face was perplexed he couldn't hide it. He thought she has a granddaughter? She didn't look old enough.

"Yes, Robert I have a granddaughter along with another granddaughter and five grandsons. Is this time for you to leave for another business meeting?" Rachelle sounded defiant.

"I am not running off to another meeting. You just don't look old enough to have grandchildren Rachelle." Robert said it awkwardly.

"I'm sorry I jumped you like that. I am a grandmother, I am very much a family oriented person. I don't give into impulsive behavior. Today is impulsive for me. I don't go off running like I did with you. I am very cautious. Well, until today when you walked into Vaughn's." Rachelle said with her hands on her hips. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

Robert wanted to pull her into him but right now he knew she was like a porcupine. She was a little defiant but he thought she looked beautiful. She must have been hurt she seemed so ready to run like a deer caught in head lights.

"Rachelle I am sorry. I didn't mean anything bad by it. You make a beautiful grandmother. You are so rare to find. Hey, look I'm a grandfather myself." Robert smiled broadly.

Rachelle looked into his eyes and in her mind she thought Robert was special. She looked at him closely, how did she get into this? She was always so careful, she had to be. When just then a thunder burst of torrential rain came pelting down on them. Robert took off his jacket placing it over her head and they both made a run for the nearest shelter. They found one hidden by some trees. Picnic table and a roof and a view of the skies as they opened their clouds for quite a beautiful panoramic vision.

Once under the protection they tried to dry off but realized they were going to stay wet. Rachelle felt vulnerable she had on a dress that clung to her curves, she might as well be naked. She felt it, Robert looked at her uncomfortable and wrapped his jacket around her. They both sat on the table looking towards the sky line.

Robert was sitting here with a complete stranger, beauty and amazingly witty. He saw her curves before he wrapped her in his thousand dollar suit jacket. He was amazed at this. He was going into a man's shop to be fitted for a wardrobe for a trip. He came out with a creature that had already changed his life. Rachelle was looking at the sky line he looked at her profile and felt himself moan with desire. He wasn't sure what to think about this fortunate chance meeting. Her face was so beautifully relaxed.

"Robert don't you love storms?" Rachelle said with awe in her voice.

"Yes, Rachelle I do like sitting outdoors and letting the storm surround my senses." Robert answered.

"So, Robert what's next?" Rachelle asked.

Robert sat there and thought of what was the question? What were they going to do when the rain let up? What were they going to do with the rest of the day? What was he going to do if he didn't at least kiss her? His mind was still trying to figure out the answer's when she laughed.

"I suppose that was a loaded question. I meant what were we going to do when this storm let's us leave here?" Rachelle laughed with a little devilish laughter.

Just as he was about to answer lightening struck a tree across the ball field and made Rachelle jump screaming on Robert's lap.

"Jeeze I hate lightening." Rachelle was shaking as she laid her head on his shoulder with eyes closed.

Robert would have given the lightening a high five if he could. She was as light as a feather. She had such beautiful soft curves. Her eyes closed her lashes splayed out over her creamy white cheeks. Jumping, caused her dress to go dangerously high. He looked down at her legs and felt a surge of desire. This day was just getting better. To think this morning he was feeling down cast. Like a gentleman he pulled her skirt down so she wasn't exposed.

"Rachelle you are safe now. It looks like its going to let up." Robert said softly as he kissed her hair.

Robert was so taken with her scent her hair was so beautifully long, thick. The smell caused his sense of smell to dilate the passage to his brain. His cock got rock hard. He knew she had to be aware of this. His discomfort was embarrassing. He wanted to kiss this lovely creature. So he did. A long lingering slow open mouth kiss. A kiss that held so much promise. A kiss that melted the senses into non action. A kiss that promised so much, yet so tenderly gentle. Rachelle responded with her lips opening for his access inside of her mouth.

Rachelle felt his hard on she was shocked but so intrigued by the feeling against her hip. She kissed him again they were lost in the first physical contact between two people. He started to move her around a little when they heard some children laughing over by the tree's. Rachelle jumped off his lap. Robert stayed sitting he couldn't move right now. Rachelle knew why she laughed at his predictament. She smiled and winked at him. Then she leaned into him and stole a kiss one more time. 



The Fitting Ch. 04



It turned out the children were laughing at the double rainbow. Rachelle marveled at the beauty of natures work. She was soaked to the bone, dripping, feeling so much emotions. This was such an odd occurrence for her. Looking at Robert side ways she saw a man with strength of steel. Handsome and very sensual. The cause of him having to sit a little longer was easing up. He finally stood up and stretched his long legs.

"Rachelle, double rainbow means its stopped. What do you want to do now?" He asked.

"Well, I have to get out of these wet clothes. I didn't bring my car today so I guess you can walk me to a cab and I can change. Unless you are busy the rest of day?" Rachelle added quickly.

Robert was thinking of how to make this day last forever. His thoughts were jumbled she had bewitched him. He couldn't let her go not without knowing more about her.

"Hey, let me drive you home you can change. I will stay in my car to show you intentions are above board." Robert added quickly. "What do you want to do anything special?"

Rachelle was looking down as he walked and took her hand. They walked to his car lost in thoughts. This was so out of the ordinary for either of them. Nothing seemed to be out of order. Yet, Rachelle was with a married man. Robert was lost in this creatures aura. Both wanted the day to never end.

Rachelle got inside his leather interior of his sports car carefully. Her dress was soaked, she made him place the car mat on the seat first. Robert climbed in after shutting her car door. They took off away from the city, the miles snaking their way further into the open road. That's when Rachelle felt that old familiar feeling welling up in her. She was going to be sick. Oh she couldn't be sick not in this car. Turning to tell Robert she was going to be sick would take to much time.

She crawled off the seat and hung out of the car just as he turned a sharp left turn. She managed to throw up mostly on the outside of the car. Robert was shocked by her quick moving, he didn't even realize that she was sick. By the time Robert figured it out Rachelle threw up one more time. This time it got on his thousand dollar suit coat. Rachelle was mortified by the whole thing. She wanted to crawl under the floor mat.

Robert lost track of time. He tried to slow the car down to get Rachelle out of the moving car. When he noted she threw up the second time it was already to late because their went his thousand dollar jacket. Something he would have had a fit over. He found himself laughing. Rachelle hearing him laugh made her cry even more harder. How could this of happened? She hadn't been ill like this for many years.

"Robert please I'm so sorry. I will have your car detailed, your suit dry cleaned." Rachelle barely audible.

He stepped out of his car came around to her side and opened her car door. She couldn't look him in the eyes. This was just so horrifying. Robert took her hands and pulled her up to him. with a towel he had thrown in the back seat. He cleaned her face. He got to get closer to her. She wouldn't look at him.

"Rachelle please don't feel bad. Nothing can't be undone. Accidents can happen. I am not upset. I never liked the way the jacket fit." He laughed. Tilting her face up to his. He winked at her, he broke into a smile that charmed her.

"Robert I am so humiliated you seeing me this way." Rachelle said quietly.

"Well, we are even earlier today I wasn't feeling real swift being aroused and you saw me that way." Robert joked.

She looked into his eyes she felt relief. She felt like they had known each other more than a few hours.

"So everything okay Rachelle?" Robert said tenderly.

"Yes, Robert I am fine. I will fix the car." Rachelle reinforced her word.

Robert wasn't going to argue with this woman. He wasn't for sure he could win. That made him laugh inside. A woman with beauty and determination wasn't something he was used to.

"Let's get you changed Rachelle." Robert said finally.

They drove the last twenty miles with Rachelle laying her head on his shoulder. They pulled up to an enormous stone walled mansion. Robert was surprised by this. This woman seemed to have many surprises. His sense of who she was had him in deep thought.

"Robert, you have some dry clean clothes in your back seat. I will change have you decided on anything in particular?" Rachelle said with a commanding sound to her voice.

"Anything you want Rachelle." Robert said as he reached behind her for his clothes.

Rachelle key punched the security pad next to the double entrance door. The early evening sun came shimmering through her beveled glass windows. Throwing light all around. Two stain glass windows of Unicorns and fairies bathed the white carpet in multi shades of pastel colors. Everywhere Robert looked he saw only beauty. Leaded crystal chandelier hung in the entrance hall. He was taken back of the opulence her world was filled with.

"Robert you can go the East wing you will find everything you need. I will be dressing dressy casual if that helps you decide on what to wear." Rachelle said with a glint in her eyes.

Robert headed down the hall finally stumbling over a door way. The room inside was decorated with such a feminine touch he wasn't sure if he should sit down on the sofa. Jumping into the shower, shaving, he felt better. Looking at his clothing he picked a pair of black dress slacks, black shirt with white collar and cuffs. Black alligator shoes he viewed himself thinking this was a day to never forget.

Rachelle also jumped into the shower, knowing she would braid her hair she washed it. As she stepped out of the shower she went into her closet and reached for her lingerie. Carefully she took out a red corset, garter, and black stockings. Standing in front of the full length mirror she placed her corset on. Tying the satin ribbons one by one she was looking alluring. As she finished the last eyelet she tied it tighter causing her full breasts to almost spill out of the top. Slipping on her garter belt she gently sat down to place the stockings. Slowly over each foot one at a time she moved the silk and brought it to her slender ankles. Smoothing her stockings over her elongated calves she began to feel more of a woman. Up over the knee and then coming up her firm thighs stopping within inches of her hidden valley of womanhood. She stood up looking at her image. Her heart was pounding when she reached for the two piece evening dress. Black silk shimmering strapless top laying flat across her stomach. Her skirt was flirty moved as she moved. Stepping into four inch black sandals covered in jewels. She was finally done, getting a wrap she went out to the living area.

There stood Robert his back to her. She felt him filling her senses, she wanted him to see her walking towards him. She cleared her throat, as she did he slowly turned to watch her walk like a panther towards him. He took in her long strides, her clothing just made him almost drool. He kept his reserve and didn't move towards her. He wanted to have this etched in his minds eye forever. He noted she had placed some flowers in her hair. He finally reached his hand out she turned slowly for his reaction.

"Rachelle I'm speechless." Robert said quietly.

"So you like then?" Rachelle asked expectantly.

"Yes, Rachelle I like." Robert said grinning.

Rachelle took his hands and placed them around her waist. His hands were nice and felt so good against her body. She tipped her head up to be able to kiss Robert. His lips felt hunger for hers it was an instant electrical shock as they relinquished control. She opened his mouth slowly with her tongue. He opened his mouth for her entrance. He was breathing erratically but he couldn't care less. If it meant he would suffer a heart attack he wasn't going to stop this from happening. Their lips parted slowly pulling as they did.

With every sigh, every touch, they became lost further in this. Robert slowly slipped his hands under her silk top. The touch of her satin skin caused him to shiver. It seemed each touch made it seem urgent for another. No talking just feeding off the other. Action for every reaction. Who was leading it didn't seem to matter. They were being innocent reveling in their fresh new found level of their relationship.

Rachelle allowed the wrap to fall off her shoulders and gracefully fall at her feet. Robert touched her bare shoulders. That released the first moan of the evening.

"Mmmmmmm Robert, let's stay in tonight, okay?" Rachelle whispered as she nuzzled his neck.

"My thoughts exactly, Rachelle." Robert barely got it out before his mouth took her lips in his mouth.

Out of no where but every where came some soft music. Robert stepped back and smiled at Rachelle. He took them around the floor with such perfected motions. They were filled with grace he was commanding her body to respond to his. He leaned her back she felt like an angel in his arms. After the dance he kissed her passionately. She had gotten more needing of his power over her. She met his passions with hers. Sparking them into free falling passions to share with each other.

Now the hunger was showing from them both. What they wanted was to be touched, by the other's hands. Robert allowed his hands to fall on the perfect shaped ass he had ever seen. Pulling her into his groin. She threw her head back while biting her lips. The textures of her satin clothing and her velvet skin. The difference was so sensual. He was being scent and touch overload. The more his hands touched her soft skin, the scent so subtle was making him drunk from desires for her. She was like putty in his hands. He controlled everything. He felt a rush of great passion for her. He wanted to hold her, be in her, touch her, own her even if for only one night.

One night would be so filled with unfed desires, something they could clasp onto when they needed the comforting of one another, He knew she was following his lead. He took this as a great gift. She was at first timid but his kisses were melting that away. Rachelle stood with her eyes closed her minds eye was making lasting pictures of this evenings delight. She was so unsure of why this was happening. It just felt right.

Robert kissed her crown of her hair, slowly moving down her forehead he was a man on a mission. He was going to have every inch of this woman memorized. She tasted sweet, she was so fragile. Yet he knew she would be so responsive.

His mind went back to that morning her hands touched him. He could feel the sensuality all though she never crossed the line. Her hands were beautiful sculptures, long nails gracing long fingers. His mind almost exploded with the memory of each touch she made on him. He came to the present and took both his hands placing them on each side of her face. Tenderly he brought her face to his. Gently he kissed her lips, then they both looked at each other's eyes. Not one word was said. They understood that tonight was a moment of passionate emotions. They were going to become lovers.

Rachelle pressed herself into him, wanting him to feel her closer. She wanted him to become hungry for her body. She felt his arousal it pleased her. She started swaying in his arms they stood there with the moonlight bathing them in a golden glow of shadows and clarity. She could see his face, those eyes that penetrated to her very soul. Slowly she slipped her top off she stood there in a red corset full of red lace and ribbons, silk. A black short skirt was the only thing between her and Robert. His slacks were stretching, she rubbed her hips on his hard cock. While kissing his face and nibbling on his ears. Robert became alert, this woman was so erotic he wanted her in so many ways.

Rachelle kissed him deep and passionately. Then she moved away from him turning her back to him. Robert wasn't breathing he couldn't believe this woman. Rachelle started to untie her corset slowly. He was so excited he thought he would cum just watching her hips moving in a slow moving grind. Just as he thought of grabbing her she turned with one hand she had her corset covering her breasts. She smiled coyly as she dropped it to the floor.

"Ohhhh Rachelle your beautiful." Moaned Robert.

Her breasts were full and nicely rounded. Her skirt was the next thing to go. She started bringing it down off her hips. Moving one leg up a little, it slid down without any hindrance. She was before him in four inch heels, black stockings and a red satin garter built. His mouth dropped open she was so hot looking. Then she got down on the floor never looking away from his face. Their eyes became focused on each others. She got on all fours, crawled towards him. He knew then what she wanted.

She crawled slowly as he took the buttons undone them on his shirt. Then he touched his black leather belt. Opening the belt he took his time. He wanted her to crawl towards him. As he undone the button then took the zipper down she had reached his feet. Eye's never left each other's face. She got on her knee's without speaking she placed her hands behind her back.

Anticipation was written all over her face. She wanted to pleasure him, he allowed his slacks to fall off his gorgeous body. Now when he looked in her eyes he saw his cock between her eyes.

"Rachelle make me cum." Robert whispered hoarsely.

Rachelle took his head of his cock and playfully sucked on it. His head was thrown back her full lips were so warm. She swirled her tongue around the ridge it felt like an experience he had with an ocean wave. Curling the big wave, her tongue was curling around the head of the ridge. Darting in and out of his hole. He stood there luxuriating in this sensual, erotic moment. She then surprised him in her taking the head slipping the shaft down her throat. Her nose brushed his pubic bone. Knee's buckled he reached out for her to steady himself. Slowly, moving slowly, she ravaged his manhood. Then she started to gather speed up at the same time she felt as though she had swallowed his cock. His hips started moving she went with his rhythm. They were working as one, both there for his pleasure.

"Rachelle I ... It's so fucking great." He tried to speak but found he couldn't utter another word.

His legs became stiff, his back became like a slab of marble. His eyes wouldn't stay open, his mouth went bone dry. His heart was beating erratically, his brain was functioning on reserve oxygen. He was having a full blown out orgasm. Rachelle sped up and his cock seemed to swell larger as the first blast of white hot sticky cum shot down her throat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh Fuckkkkkk Meee." Robert said as his mind left he soared into sub space.

His fall to the carpet was softened by Rachelle. She laid there gently touching him, kissing him lightly, caressing him. He wasn't aware of anything around him. That was okay she wasn't going anywhere.



The Fitting Ch. 05



Robert started stirring a little Rachelle was there to smile broadly when his head turned eyes opened. She had loved pleasuring him so outrageously. Looking at his cock she saw it was half erect, thinking he might need an encore she started to slip down his body. His hands stopped her, pulling her back effortlessly he wanted to see her face.

"You are an amazing woman, Rachelle." Robert whispered.

"I only wanted to please you, Robert." She answered child like.

His hands pulled her face to his with authority, he needed to taste her lips to know this woman in every way. Their lips touched softly building to a crescendo of hunger for more. He quickly rolled her over and mounted himself on top of this lovely creature. He pinned her legs closed between his thighs. She couldn't move he smiled at her situation.

"What's wrong Rachelle?" He laughed heartily.

"I can't move." She replied looking in his face for his reaction.

"Yes, it seems that way. What to do? What to do?" He laughed again.

Rachelle tried moving a little and he clamped down harder. She quickly stopped. She awaited his next move.

"Rachelle are you afraid?" Robert asked sincerely.

Rachelle thought about it before answering. She wasn't worried, nor afraid. She was finding it erotic. But, she didn't know whether she should give him that enjoyment of power over her.

"Not so much." She weakly replied.

"Come on Rachelle holding back on me I can tell." Robert looked dismayed.

"No, I am not." She said defiant. 'I know I can suck you off so you take flight, Robert."

Robert was sure she was holding back her enjoyment. So he determined to make her wild with passions. He lowered his face down to hers inches away he looked her in the face dropped his voice down to a husky whisper.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight so you can't walk Rachelle. I am going to take your body and you will scream out in ecstasy. I know this because Rachelle I know what you are." Robert said with power.

His lips brushed hers as she was about to speak. Kissing the wonderfully full lips to show her his desires. Then he trailed down her chin onto her neck. Leaving a trail of heated moisture. When he got to the hollow of her neck he sucked her skin into his mouth. She wasn't aware she moaned out loud. This encouraged his lips to seek out more erogenous zones. He moved to her right nipple. Plucking it inside his mouth like a luscious red ripe strawberry. Rachelle went limp, Robert was pleased. Sucking it long and hard he pulled it hard and bit it lightly. She tensed before going limp moaning slightly. Using his tongue he wrapped the nipple around his tongue applying even pressure. He felt her back arch and then as he released her nipple she fell back hard onto the floor beneath him.

"That's right Rachelle cum." Robert said with delight.

Rachelle felt like he could read her mind she felt vulnerable. She knew he could read her body. She lost any defiance she had with him. She wanted him to never stop this. Robert was playing her body like a fine tuned instrument. She was a talented woman with her mouth. Seduction in motion, she had him all in a twirl with her whole persona. Nothing touched him like she did in just the few hours they knew one another. He wanted to own her with all of his body.

"You seem to be having orgasms. Are you, Rachelle?" Robert asked smiling.

"If you can't tell then perhaps I shouldn't tell you." She laughed.

"Rachelle I know you are. I want to hear you admit it." Robert said determined.

Rachelle was lying there in a situation with him in control. She thought about struggling but his body strength would over take anything she tried. She wanted his eyes to stop reading her body. At the same time she wanted him to know she was enjoying this. He was a worthy opponent. Having taken him in her mouth she felt like she had gained ground by this. Only to lose it once he awoke. He left her wanting, she knew he knew that. She tried to move her wrists, he loosened his hands, but only for a mere second.

"Robert, you and I know that you want to fuck me. So fuck me?" She taunted him.

Robert laughed out loud that she would employ such a trivial taunt. He had already told her he was going to fuck her to the moon. His response was to move to her left breast and started playing with nipple. He felt her tense. Willing herself to not respond. Her body betrayed her. She was cumming again.

How could this happen? She wanted him stronger than any man in her life. He knew this too. She was feeling captivated by his movements. Looking him in the eyes she saw this man for some odd reason she figured it out that she was fifteen years older than him. This man was so intriguing her senses. She wanted him to take her soaring.

"Robert, please let me pleasure you again?" Rachelle asked timidly.

Robert's face broke out in a smile and he laughed lightly.

"You are pleasuring me Rachelle. You have been pleasuring me all day. Now, give into your sensual side." He spoke with a light tone in his voice.

Rachelle for the first time in a long time she did just that. She gave herself to him. He felt the power shifting his touches caused her to moan and groan with such intense pleasures. His moving and kissing her lips caused her to scream out. He let up on her wrists, he wanted her to know the art of making love. It had to be a two way street. He had to be able to feel her long graceful hands touch him also. They were bound together for this moment in time to be lovers.

His mouth searched for hers, opening her lips he pulled in her tongue and suckled it with such desires. She was arching with high arches. His weight on her pelvis was keeping her grounded but he unleashed her mind. Her mind and senses soared in flight of the most erotic moment she had lived. His touch was burning circles around her breasts. His body lifted weight from her body and she only could grab his waist trying to pull him back onto her.

Rachelle was losing focus on anything but what he was doing. Her hands played on his chest hair which was light but so sexy to her. Her hands were orchestrating her responses to his motions. She slid them down inch by inch after nipple playing. His cock was waking up very stiff she hadn't touched him since taking him fully in her wet hot mouth. As she neared his crown to the perfect rigid cock his motions momentarily stopped. She felt him inhale from anticipation. She felt him urging her to touch him again.

She played around his triangle of soft downy hair, avoiding his cock. His mouth had latched onto her left nipple. He was sucking it like a nursing child. She felt his body tensing. She started to move further down allowing the back of her hand graze his cock. His sucking took up speed. Audibly he moaned, she felt his encouragement and gracefully took him in her hand.

"Mmm .." Robert moaned.

Robert felt he could have been shot out of a cannon by the mere touch of this extraordinary woman's hands. The electrical shock was coursing through his body and spine. Blasting his brain into no-action.

Rachelle felt him lose a few seconds of control. That was what she wanted for him. She wanted him to let loose and fly without a net. His mind recovered as he started moving down from her two perfect shaped breasts. His tongue was searching for her. His mind was guiding him to her honey pot. The scent of raw sex was abundant causing his and Rachelle's senses to entwine.

Rachelle's brain was shouting for her to realize he was going to go down on her. Her wet pussy was readying itself for his touch. She wanted his mouth to cover her. His tongue to penetrate her. She happily thought he was going to be licking her soon. Then terror took over, she couldn't allow this. She had never done this. She hadn't heard what she was supposed to do. She tried to no avail to stop his moving down, he was at her pubic bone when she realized with fear it was going to happen.

She was imagining every possible scenario, none was good. She needed a sex manual right here and now. Looking down to see his crown of his beautiful hair working its way between her legs she thought maybe she would faint. She knew she wouldn't faint that only happened in the movies. Her knee's were parting her mind went into overdrive. She had to do something and right now.

Robert felt her apprehension yet he wanted her in his mouth. She tried to stop him yet she never spoke out the word "Stop" he continued. He realized that she probably hadn't been around oral sex. Smiling to himself he started moving her legs wider he felt her give in. Her legs opened he saw this beautiful pussy looking at him his mouth watered from the sheer thought of tasting this woman.

His first touch was him circling her outer lips. He felt nails digging into him but didn't hear "Stop." His senses were heightened he had before him a virgin at oral. He felt the world go off its axis. His mouth was going to give her an experience she would never forget.

The first touch of his tongue brought an energy of eroticism bursting through Rachelle. She had been sure she saw stars, as his tongue took complete control of her senses. He played her beautifully. Licking.. Sucking.. Penetrating.. Long.. Short.. Fast.. Slow.. drinking in her juices. His cock had gotten so hard from this woman and her moaning. He ached for her he wanted to keep her orgasms cumming. She was a squirter cumming in waves. His tongue buried down deep curling it as he came out. Rachelle's heels were digging into his waist. Her hands were pulling his face into her wetness, her breathing was off the charts. He played her so well his face was shining from her juices. His rock hard cock was aching needing to be relieved.

Rachelle was so far gone by his tongue she was needing him to enter her with his cock. She tried to get him to understand she wanted him to enter her now. Moving her hips arching for him to climb up and let herself impale herself on his rock hard cock. She thought she wouldn't get the chance to feel him snaking inside of her pussy.

Robert stood up quickly taking Rachelle by her hands. He swept her off the floor and swung her high so she was able to wrap her legs around his waist. He walked them to the wall, and lifting one leg of hers a little he thrust his cock into her pussy searing her. 

"Ohh Yes!" Rachelle screamed between her gritted teeth.

His determination was being heard echoing around them her head hitting the wall. The perfect piston pumping was making the sexiest banging on her living room wall. She went into a frenzy needing his tongue in her mouth. They wrestled with each others tongues. She lost but then she knew she would. Every thrust in her, her large breasts bounced freely causing him to feel them hitting his chest. He couldn't absorb everything he wanted to do and feel with her. Rachelle was so far gone she was feeling sensory overload.

Then that earth shattering moment was on the both of them. His back became like it had a steel rod replacing his skeleton. His thighs became like rocks. His breathing was so erratic he lost his breathing pattern. Rachelle's eyes rolled back her teeth bit her lips, her spine collapsed. Her legs turned to jelly. Her breathing came in deep sharp rapid staccato movements.

Together they came neither one realizing the other was cumming. It was sheer ecstasy so much power behind their orgasms. It wasn't until Robert started to lose his footing and Rachelle slid slowly down the wall. Landing on the thick white carpet exhausted, they clung to one another as they drifted in and out of sub space. The fact a shooting star glimmered through the window wasn't even noticed they were free falling into passions fed.



The Fitting Ch. 06



The moon had risen high in the starry night when they both stirred awake. Robert took Rachelle's hand and pulled her to his body so tenderly. His kiss on her forehead was to allow her to feel his warmth. Had it only been this morning when he walked into Vaughn's shop? He almost didn't make the fitting. He would have lost something so precious if he had allowed his anger to stay on the surface. Rachelle moved slightly nesting her curves around his body. Neither felt like speaking, just laying in each others arms.

His anger this morning was so strong storming out of the house he almost took a wrong turn. He almost went to his cabin to escape for a few hours. Calmer heads prevailed and he went to his appointment. His mind couldn't fathom what he would have missed if he hadn't walked into Vaughn's. Another business trip more time away, it was getting easier to stay out longer.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Rachelle said lying next to Robert.

"My thoughts, well I am sure you wouldn't want to pay a whole penny for my thoughts as of now." Robert managed to sound relaxed.

Then he realized he was relaxed. He wasn't burning, his stomach churning. He wasn't feeling pushed to the wall. He was floating with this beautiful creature laying naked in his arms. He nuzzled her hair that fragrance was so delicious it made him close his eyes again. His mind drifting a little, to what he just did with this fabulously sexy older woman. What a marvelous creation older women? There should be monuments to older women, Robert smiled at the thought.

His eyes opened quickly he felt something very warm around his softened cock. Rachelle managed to slip down his body and was licking his wet sticky cock. Her mouth wrapping around the girth, he felt a deep stirring. His head raised up their eyes caught each other's. He grinned wide she was to stubborn to smile and lose his cock so she winked at his eyes. He fell back laughing she was so free caring she was pleasuring his member so fabulously. He felt his heart racing, his face feeling a little flushed. His mind went tripping on this sensation. The air in the room had made his cock a little cold and it was a lot sticky. Then this bewitching woman just slipped down and was cleaning him. Making him feel very warm from his toes to his hair on his head. Knowing she was licking their juices off him caused him to become aroused. He heard Rachelle giggled muffled, she had him in her throat.

Closing his eyes he could ride this wave of sensual eroticism. His hand went to her hair and he slowly luxuriated inside of the white blonde silken strands. They were sprayed across his thighs and stomach. His body seemed to become fragmented he always thought if it feels good once why not do it twice? His bones turned into liquid he felt like he was only one enormous nerve being satisfied. Nothing was off limits with this adorable woman.

His cock was growing by leaps and bounds inside of this deep dark, wet, hot orifice. His mind was blowing out far reaching past earthly bounds. Biting his lip he felt the building of an orgasm. He was holding off then it dawned on his one working brain cell. Why the hell was he holding back? Instantaneously his body flew off the planet. He felt himself taking flight cumming through a tight vortex. Realizing the tightness was her mouth, his crown of his regal head was wedged in her throat deeply. His spine was alerting his body to send out chills to cool him down. His mind was like a fast play recorder everything was happening to him. His body felt like it was in slow motion his brain was screaming speed. His circuits started to sky rocket through space.

"Ahhhhhh........" Robert could only manage.

Rachelle kept her squeezing on his head and shaft. As he was reacting to the wet tightness, she slipped a finger into his ass. He seemed to slam back into his body with such effortless force he totally went limp. His last few splashes of his nectar almost choked Rachelle. She had underestimated his copious amount of cum. She hadn't taken in the facts that he rarely had passionate sex. His cum seemed to come from some new erogenous zone she could only unlock. Her, and that glorious mouth.

Rachelle knew he was safe and went about cleaning him up. Tenderly taking a thirsty Turkish towel and rubbing his body down gently as he recovered. She licked his cock dry and even deigned to softly fondle him. Stopping before he became aware. She wanted him to rejoin his senses before she brought him to his knee's with another orgasm.

"Robert? Robert? Are you still with me?" Rachelle laughed with laughter sounding like a crystal wind chime.

Robert's eyes opened to find himself lightly covered with a lightweight blanket. Fresh fruit some fresh ice water. Rachelle seen his eyes make contact with hers she smiled at him leaning down and kissing his lips. He was so absolutely drained from all of his past tiredness, his body and mind were as one. Floating it seemed above life around him. This had to be nirvana. He took his hands and brought her to his lips. Slowly he kissed her lips this was real. These lips were real. He had to be awake this couldn't be some beautiful day dream. Her lips were soft and yielding, firm and full he was so taken by this woman.

"Robert welcome back darling. Is there anything I can do for you?" Rachelle whispered leaning back with a smile.

Robert took a long draw from the crystal glass of ice water. He was parched, it felt so immensely refreshing as it touched his empty stomach. That's right his stomach was empty a fruit plate earlier in the day. Had been burned up by the past few hours of sensual activity.

"Rachelle, I think I'm hungry how about you?" Robert asked squinting as though he had to visualize his words.

Rachelle smiled jumped up walking across the room. That's when he noticed she walked sexy both coming and going. She was still naked. She was walking back towards him when he felt the need to use the men's room. He got up neither cared they were naked. He remembered the directions from early in the night. Once done walking back he seen she had opened up the French doors he followed her. He didn't stop and think about being seen nude outdoors. He remembered they were twenty miles out from nowhere. She had placed a mouth watering sandwich on the table. She was eating already.

"How long have I been obviously on another planet it seems?" Laughed Robert.

Rachelle smiled and watched him take a bite of his French dipped steak sandwich. His grin showed he thought it was delicious. She finished eating her bite wiping her lips on the napkin.

"Not long, you feel relaxed Robert?" She asked earnestly.

"Never been this relaxed. Rachelle, this whole day. I mean this is just very amazing to me. To think I was this close in not coming into Vaughn's this morning." Robert spoke comfortably.

"Oh, why not?" Rachelle asked as she bit off another bite.

"Oh, tension at work." Robert said casually.

Rachelle was happy he didn't say from home. She didn't need his life to be in the pits to make her feel better about what they had just shared.

"I'm fifty-five." Rachelle dropped that out there for him to know.

"An awe inspiring fifty-five years young woman I might add." Robert said smiling at her.

Her age meant nothing to him. It wasn't an ego booster, it wasn't something he even thought or cared about. Oh, he had always wondered about older women. Sometime in a woman's life they had to be more secure in themselves. Oddly his wife crossed his mind, she would have thrown a pillow at him for that suggestion.

"So Robert, do you have time for a swim perhaps? Swimming by moonlight is very romantic." Rachelle said softly.

There she went again. She didn't assume he was going to be spending the night. She wasn't demanding anything from him. She suggested a swim in the moon light. He would be able to decide without guilt. He looked over the railing saw the pool below them and seen how tempting it was.

"Yes, Rachelle let's swim." Robert said as he stood up and took her hand.

The stars and the moon lit the way to the swimming pool. This evening was still young. They had more to discover why not bathed in water? 



The Fitting Ch. 07



Once by the pool side they took hands and walked in from the shallow end. Robert walked faster then turned to watch Rachelle walk in. The water lapping at her mid thigh, backlighted by the pool lights. Moon in the sky looked like a faraway beacon of light. The stars were twinkling overtime. She was ethereal in her beauty. As she stepped in slowly the water made its way higher up her thighs. She stopped as it got to the narrow space between her thighs. Her pussy was kissing the water's top. His groin reacted as she pushed off the bottom and swam towards him. She turned on her back her melon size breasts broke water his gasp was the last thing she heard.

Rachelle motioned her arms to dive deep head back and entering the water first. Her hardened nipples broke the water just as quickly her top of her head thrown backwards she was slipping under the water. The grace of a dolphin in the water. Her minds eye was smiling she knew Robert was taken by the way the water raced over her nude body. There were no splashes, no sounds this she left up to his senses to envision.

Robert couldn't see her, looking harder he felt her first. She was with her hands walking up his body slowly pressing on him. Breaking water where her head was behind his.

"Beautiful night Robert, isn't it?" She asked lyrical.

She moved closer to him slowly wrapping her legs around his waist so her ankles crossed above his manhood. She leaned into his back pressing her cool wet skin on his back. He leaned back they kissed awkwardly, his hands were still floating on the surface. Her body desired him, his mind wanted to capture her. She was self assured in the water, she slipped through his hands. He continued to allow her to be playful. She knew he would allow it then when he got determined she would be his.

He felt her body on his, her nipples were hard against his back. He felt the patch of heat from her triangle on his spine. Her lips were so moist he thought he would have to have her. Watching her playfully play up to him brought him some smiles. She was so wanting him to over power her. His eyes caught hers twinkling like the stars. Her softness combined with her muscular strength was heady stuff to be so close to. He noted her beautifully painted toenails, for some reason he wanted her right then.

Reaching out for her she smiled shaking her head no. While she was walking towards him. He laughed at her will, he would show her his will was stronger. He felt that was her desires. She wanted him to overcome hers. She was so sensual in every movement. It seemed the water was parting ways for her to walk to him. As she got close enough he grabbed her head and kissed the lips he wanted to own. She responded with a hot, wet open mouthed kiss. They were ignited with desires each for the other. He pulled her onto his body making sure her pussy was high above his throbbing cock. There would be time for that, now was time for bringing her to the precipice many times.

He walked her towards the smooth ceramic island. Sitting her easy down on it he was eye level with her naval and pussy. She was smiling at him unaware what he wanted at this moment. He drew closer and wrapped her waist in his solid built arms.

"Rachelle listen to me." Robert whispered slowly.

Her ears were tuned into his voice the volume the mere change in his voice could excite her. It could cause her to become wet, her nipples to harden. It could charm her, it could console her. It was his voice she reacted to instantly.

"Rachelle I want to taste you again. I want to tongue fuck you. I want to lick and suck your clit. Allow this, just lay back and give into the sensations." Robert spoke calmly.

It caused the blood coursing through her every single nerve ending. She gasped out loud, averted her eyes.

"Don't look away from my eyes Rachelle. Your eyes tell me what I'm doing to cause you the most pleasure." Robert spoke tenderly. ' Give yourself to me Rachelle. Give me your hand?" Robert asked gently.

Rachelle timidly gave her hands to him. His hands covered hers with plenty of his hand left over. He took her fingers and brought them to his mouth. Rachelle's hands were trembling. He kissed them they stopped trembling. He casually sucked in two fingers into his mouth, then slow but with a constant motion he took her fingers and placed them on her pussy. Looking in her eyes he waited for her response. His wait was short. He saw her slip two fingers into her waiting pussy. He waited for her to bring them out then he without breaking the gaze in her lovely eyes he took them into his mouth.

"Mmmmm Rachelle you are so sweet and spicy. I want, no I need to taste you now." His words seemed to relax her thighs. He moved a little more inside of her knees. 'I want you Rachelle you want me. Let me have you my way for now?" Robert coaxed Rachelle.

Rachelle listened to his voice she heard the wanton sound of his needing to taste her. This would please him very much. She laid back on her elbows and looked him in the eyes. She slowly, very slowly opened her knees. Baring her exposed pussy for him to enjoy. Looking into his eyes she saw his soften when she obeyed his desire. She all but came with that knowledge.

"That's my girl Rachelle, now.." Robert quit speaking. His tongue darted out to taste her hot, wet, pussy juice. 

Her body tensed so quickly she felt the shock in her body. It shot a sensation down her spine of a combination of pleasure and anticipation for the next touch. She felt like she had been launched her hands went grasping for something to steady herself. Not finding anything they fell back to her sides. Limp they laid there waiting for Robert to touch her again. 

Robert loved that moment a woman gave into her basic instincts and quit fighting pleasure. They were so aroused they wanted more erotic touching. They wanted to be licked, sucked and tasted above all else. Rachelle's legs were opening wider, she didn't notice it but he did. Taking his tongue he went to her inner knee cap and darted his tongue and lips playing down both sides. Her hips were arching for his travel to speed towards her pussy. His mouth was on a mission nothing was going to hurry this moment with Rachelle.

"What's the matter Rachelle?" Robert teased.

His words only brought on a long moan as she slipped closer to the edge giving him much more access.

"Mmmm that's right Rachelle give yourself to me." Robert said as he did one long slow lick down her inner lips tapping on her clit before repeating this.

Her hands formed fists, her knee's were like liquid silver. She had no control over their movements. The instant his tongue bounced her clit she came all over the turquoise ceramic island. Her throat was closed so her sounds were more like an animal in heat. Her pussy was on fire. His tongue was the only thing that was going to put it out. Her fists opened her hands went to her face whisking her wet hair back.

His tongue was going gloriously slow making sure he hit every spot. Settling on her clit with curling it inside his curled tongue. Her clit was engorged now and his sense of taste was telling him she was cumming. She was making a stream pouring off the tiles. His mouth was being satiated, his cock was so rock hard but he needed her liquid nectar to run down his chin.

Rachelle was in flight with sensual sensations. She had never felt something so gloriously delicious. Her mind wouldn't cooperate she tried to figure out a way to get to Robert's cock. As though he was reading her mind he would change assault. The thoughts would evaporate like a whiff of a puff of smoke.

Robert was getting so intent for her to scream out again. He started to suck her clit in deep again he slipped carefully his finger in her ass. She shot off like a launched rocket far away above the stars. After bringing her to the precipice then stopping, he would finally allow her to cum.

Her body went stiff, arching her back only her head was on the tile. She had shot down off the tiles and her pussy had slipped down almost into the water. Robert grabbed her hips cradling her ass as he tongue fucked her into a frenzy.

Rachelle's mind went totally black and then colors bright enough to make her close her eyes took over her senses. Sky rockets of bursting color immersed into her mind. She had never been distended into space like this. She felt so wondrously warm all inside her core of her body. The heart pounding belied her utter calm that took her body away. She was listening to noise from some where afar. The sound was someway coming closer to her senses. It was sounding so close she realized it was she. Her moaning, crying, laughing was being broadcast for the beauty of nature to hear.

Robert was holding her securely in his arms, trying to help the tremors her body involuntarily was emitting. Grinning at Rachelle's sensual destiny. She felt how it felt to be pleasured for the sheer reason to bring ecstasy to another. Giving was much better than receiving at times.

He realized one more thing she had in one day entered his life. Changing him forever. He kissed her softly once her screams quieted down. Holding her tight, reveling in her passions having been fed.



The Fitting Room



Senior prom was only about a week away and neither of the two girls had found a dress yet. When Heather called Carla to ask if she wanted to go shopping, Carla jumped at the opportunity because she had a huge crush on Heather. However, both girls shared the same fitting room and watching Heather dress and undress was enough to drive her mad with lust.

Heather's double d cup breasts were shoved into a very tight strapless white bra and Carla could see just a hint of nipple against the white lace. Her silky blonde hair flowed down to her ass which was nicely exposed by her thong underwear. It was enough to make Carla want to rip off what little underwear Heather had on.

Carla was still wearing a little black velvet dress with sequins on the neckline. She asked Heather's opinion of it and Heather eyes her up and down. She walked around her like a tigress watching her prey. It was enough to drive Carla insane.

“You look sexy as hell, sweetie,” Heather finally said, “Mike’s mouth will probably drop to the floor when he sees you in this.”

Carla took a deep breath in. Mike was cute in his own way but she only agreed to go the dance with him because he was the best friend of Heather’s date. It was time Heather learned the truth. “Mike isn’t the one I really want to impress.”

Heather slyly smiled and raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh, so you have a secret crush, then? Who’s the lucky guy?”

“It isn’t a guy,” Carla blurted out, “It’s you, Heather. I’ve wanted you since the day we first met.”

To her surprise, Heather smiled back at her. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She walked behind her and tossed Carla’s brown hair over her shoulder. She then began kissing Carla’s neck. Carla gasped when she put her hand down the front of her dress and began toying with her nipple.

“Yes, Heather, God don’t wake me if I’m dreaming,” she moaned.

“You’re not dreaming angel,” she softly whispered as she brought Carla’s nipple to a stiff point, “This feels to damn good to be a dream. I’ve wanted this as much as you have but never knew how you felt until I saw you watching me undress today. I love the fact you’re not wearing a bra too. Gives me easy access to your perfect little tits.”

Heather reached down to with her other hand and began to rub her clit through her underwear. The satin felt so good as it rubbed against her encouraged clit that Carla’s pussy was almost instantly wet.

“I can’t believe you’re wet already, dear Carla. Let’s get this dress of you and I’ll give you what you’ve wanted for so long.”

Carla was drunk with lust as Heather unzipped her dress it fell to the floor and she stumbled out of it. She collapsed on to a nearby chair with her legs wide open and ready to receive whatever Heather had to offer her.

Heather knelt down before her. Her large breasts were right in front of Carla’s face and Carla just had to know what they tasted like. She ripped Heather’s bra right off and tossed it on the floor. She cupped Heather’s breast as her tongue lapped at the nipple.

“Yes, my angel,” Heather moaned, “I’ve been waiting for the day when you’d lick my nipples like this. Now let me do a little something for you.” 

She took off Carla’s underwear and broke away for a minute to fold them and place them in her purse. “I’m keeping these as a souvenir,” she said with a smile, “I never want to forget our first time together.”

She knelt back down in front of Carla and began to lick her clit. “Sweeter, than honey,” she whispered “and I love the fact that you’re well shaven. Gives me easier access.” She pointed at the long mirror in front of them both, “You might enjoy the view doll. Why don’t you watch me while I finger fuck you and suck you?”

Carla nodded. It was really something to watch the girl of her dreams as her plump red lips sucked her clit. Occasionally, she’d lick her pussy and she reminded Carla of a kitten lapping away. My sweet sex kitten, she thought, God I wonder if she knows how crazy she’s driving me.

Carla bit her lip when Heather delved the first finger right into her pussy. Heather paused and smiled when she felt the slight barrier which prevented her finger from going up to far. “So, you’re a virgin?”

Carla nodded. “I’ve been saving myself for you. She whispered. Please don’t stop. I’ve wanted you to be the one to fuck me since we first met.”

Heather smiled, “Good, I love the taste of cherry pie and I just know yours will be the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.” She prodded her finger up farther and inserted another finger up into Carla’s pussy. Carla bit her tongue. She had never known such pain and such pleasure at the same time. She reminded herself that they were in a public place and had to stop her from screaming as Heather’s whole fist delved straight up into her. She continued to lick her clit as her fist went and out. Her other hand pinched Carla’s fully erect pink nipples. It was too much for her to take. The orgasm raked through Carla’s body so violently and suddenly that she nearly fell out of the chair.

“Yes,” she cried out forgetting that they were in a public place and too far gone to care, “Oh god damn, Heather, I’m fucking coming. God, you are amazing.”

“Thank you,” whispered once Carla settled down. “You’re quite amazing yourself. This was everything I dreamed it would be and more.”

Carla smiled back at her as she withdrew her fist and began to lick the blood off her fingers. “Dream’s not over yet. As soon as your hand’s cleaned off, I want to repay the favor. Just show me what to do and I’ll fuck you up nice and good.”

“Hmm, love that cherry pie,” Heather whispered as she licked the last of her fingers. “Okay, I guess it’s my turn. I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

Carla stood up and waited for Heather to sit down. Then she knelt down in front of her and took Heather’s breast into her mouth. Heather let out a surprised yell when Carla nibbled at her nipple. “God, you’re tits are amazing,” Carla sighed as she squeezed them together. “I wish I had boobs like yours and I can tell that they’re all natural too”

Heather laughed. “You have such cute little tits though, Carla. But I am glad you appreciate mine.”

“I don’t just appreciate them, I worship them. Along with you’re luscious pussy.” She slid down and took of Heather’s thong squeezing her tight ass she did. She then kissed her clit and began to lick her pussy.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Heather whispered. She clawed at Carla’s hair as her she sucked her free flowing juices and licked her up and down. “You’re doing just fine little girl.”

Carla ran her fingers though the soft triangle of golden curls at the apex of Heather’s thighs. She wished she could be as artistic when it came to shaving but she normally just ended up shaving all her pussy hair off. Maybe someday Heather can shave me like that, she thought. 

She was thoroughly enjoying eating her best friend. Out. She loved the sweet taste of her cunt , the fleshy texture of her clit, and the musky scent of her pussy. She quickened her tongue pace when Heather’s body tensed up.

“I’m so close, sweet Carla. Please stick your fist into me like I did into. God that would so get me,” She paused and yelped when Carla did exactly what she asked, “That’s it my Angel, Oh yes, Yes.” She clawed and pulled on Carla’s hair as her body trembled. When she finished coming, she gently stroked the top of Carla’s head. Carla looked up and smiled back at her.

“Did I do good, Heather? I’ve wanted this for so long & I wanted to it to be perfect for you.”

“You were divine, little one. Now let’s get dressed.”

She helped Heather up and once she was standing, Heather pulled her closed and kissed her. As she slid her tongue into her mouth and cupped her breast, Carla hoped they would go at it once more. Instead, Heather released her, picked up her bra and fastened it for her. She teased her once more with a gentle kiss to her neck.

“Just a hint of things to come, Carla,” she whispered into her ear, “Do you think your parents will let you sleep over tonight? My mom’s gotta work late and I have a lot of toys at home.”

“I hope so. God, I hope so. I’ll call them on the call phone as soon as we’re dressed.”

Both girls finished dressing and walked out of the fitting room hand in hand. A few customers gave them dirty looks but neither one of the girls cared. Carla quickly called her parents who agreed to let her sleep over. She smiled at Heather and gave her a thumbs up after hanging up.

When they went to pay for Carla’s dress, the salesclerk, a tall, lanky kid who looked to be no older then 17 smiled back at them. “Sounds and looks like you girls had fun in the fitting room.”

Carla blushed as she handed him a hundred dollar bill, “How much did you hear?”

“Everything,” the kid replied as he took the money and gave her back two dollars in change. “It was the most fun I’ve had all day. Listening to you two girls go at it made this shit hole job worthwhile. I’m working again on Saturday, will you two be shopping here again.”

Carla laughed, “Well we do still need a dress for Heather, so I guess we’ll be back.”

“Good, I’ll be listening.”

Carla laughed and waved goodbye. She smiled back at Heather and told them all about their admirer. Heather laughed, “Seems like we might have a future in this. I have a webcam at home. We can create our own little paysite on the net and let guys watch us each time you sleep over. Hey, if one little dork got off listening to us fuck, think of all the money we can make while other guys watch us fuck.”

“I don’t care,” Carla replied as she took Heather’s hand, “I want the whole world to know how in love with you I am.”

“Me, too,” Heather replied as she kissed Carla on the cheek, “and I’ll always love you.”

The two girls walked out the store together smiling and holding hands. They were eager to get back to Heather’s place and show the rest of the world exactly how in love they were.



The Fitting Room



She pulled into the parking space at the shopping mall's covered area and glanced at the clock in the dashboard before turning off the ignition. She was a full 45 minutes early. Nevertheless, if she hadn't left the house when she did, she might not have been able to leave at all. Her husband had offered to come with her and bring the kids, but the fact that he would have to shower and get dressed first allowed her to use the excuse that she really wanted to get going right away. She sat for a moment, trying to decide if she would go inside and walk around for a while or just wait in the car.

As she sat, her mind drifted back to the first time she had done this. A carefully crafted excuse gave her the ability to get away for a few hours and she met her black lover at a local motel. She remembered what it was like to see and touch him for the first time after so many days of wanting and wishing. The sex was incredible and lasted for a good couple of hours. Of course, there were a couple of short breaks along the way and she was thankful for that. As much as she loved feeling him inside her, his size and stamina, while expected, still took some adjusting. 

That all changed over time as they had met a few more times since then, and she found that not only had she become quite good at matching his stamina but she was craving him even more. She began to feel moisture soaking her panties. If she stayed in the car for 45 minutes, she was certain she would have her legs propped up on the dash masturbating. She thought it was probably a good idea to do some shopping. After all, if she didn't return with some bags, her cover would be blown.

She strolled lazily through the mall reflecting on how nice it was to be alone. She was able to get some good window shopping done and made some mental notes about a few things she might pick up later. With about 15 minutes to kill, she decided to make her way to the food court. This was the spot that she and her lover had chosen as the meeting point. While heading in that direction she passed Victoria's Secret. She stopped short in the walkway, which pissed off some woman who wasn't watching where she was going and almost bumped into her.

"Sorry," she apologized to her as stood there reflecting once again on her first meeting. She had worn the sexy pink outfit that she originally got, to wear for her husband but had never done it. She felt a little self-conscious in it as it was very revealing and she was still dealing with the changes that two kids and over three decades of life had put on her body. However, her lover had made her feel like a supermodel when she stood before him; even if he hadn't said a word, just the look in his eyes made her feel like a sexy seductress. In addition, the sight of his strong chocolate-colored hands caressing her creamy white skin and pink outfit was such a turn-on to her.

She entered the store and looked around. They seemed to be short-staffed today, as the person who usually greets you within seconds of entering the store also seemed to be working the register. One other person seemed to be busy helping the handful of customers in the store, yet neither of them really seemed happy to be there. All the better for her, she thought as she just wanted to be able to look without feeling pressured.

There were quite a number of lovely lace and satin bra/panty sets but she was really attracted to a real sexy outfit she saw on a display model in the back corner. The top part was a satin bra that was connected to a sheer mesh cloth that hung down in a cape-like fashion. The outfit had a hot flirty looking bow in the front of the bra and a matching v-string. She found one in pink and looked for someone to let her into the fitting area.

"Here you go ma'am," the sales associate said as she unlocked the fitting room door for her. "We only have two people working today so I'm going to head back to the floor. But if you need anything just flag me and I will be happy to help you out."

The sales associate left and she entered the fitting room to try on her outfit; she was starting to get excited, as she now only had a few minutes before the meeting time. She fumbled with getting her clothes off, smiling to herself at the fact she was acting like a jittery schoolgirl. However, when she put on the outfit, she was all woman and certainly looked the part. Admiring herself in the fitting room mirror, she thought to herself how much her lover was going to love seeing her in this outfit. 

She left the small cubicle to get one last look in the main fitting room area, which had one of those three panel mirrors and a lot more light. If she hadn't been so absorbed in admiring her appearance, she might have felt someone approaching from the side. Instead, it wasn't until she heard the voice that she realized she wasn't alone.

"Oh my GOD you look fantastic!"

She didn't need to look. Only one man had a voice like that; a voice that seemed like it was dipped in honey, wrapped in silk and accompanied by a thousand violins. In fact, every time she heard that voice, her heart jumped and her crotch moistened. She smiled and turned to look seductively into her lover's face.

"Should I take it?" she asked with a coy smile.

"You goddamn better!"

They both laughed and he walked over to stand behind her. She looked at the reflection in the mirror and felt bumps rise all over her body. She pushed her back against his chest as he rubbed her arms. She looked in the mirror at his reflection. He was giving her that look she loved so much. The one she hardly ever got at home. The one that made her feel like a sultry love goddess. 

She thought for a second how much she loved being with this man. His soft, smooth caramel skin was great for touching. Kissing his full lips was like kissing big pillows. She loved running her hands through his dreads whether they were kissing or making love, or simply lying there after everything was over. He was certainly one sexy black man. Of course, she also loved the enormously long and thick pole that dangled from between his legs and seemed always to be hard. She pushed her ass against him to check. Sure enough, she was greeted by a rock hard bulge.

This made her smile mischievously. She looked around to confirm that both store attendants were busy. Seeing that they were, and that no one else was even close to the fitting room area, she reached behind her to grab his cock through his pants. Tugging gently on him, she walked towards the fitting room where her clothes were waiting.

"Are we about to do what I THINK we're about to do?" he asked her. 

"I think so," she replied, pulling him into the fitting room and shutting the door behind him until it clicked

She pushed her back against the wall and caught a glance at her reflection, in the mirror, out the side of her eye. She could see a very noticeable bulge outlined in his pants as she moved her hands to undo his zipper. He had started to remove his jacket but she stopped him.

"No," she said, "Just in case we need a quick escape."

She reached in his pants through the fly area. Her knees buckled as her hand brushed against his warm, solid thick cock. She had forgotten that he rarely wears underwear. She thought it was a turn-on as well. Just knowing that there is nothing but a single layer of clothing separating her from so much ebony pleasure was incredibly hot. She placed a hand around the base of his shaft and pulled his cock up and out.

"Holy FUCK!" she gasped. She had been with him before on a couple of occasions and she knew what to expect. But still, something about that particular moment caught her off guard; it seemed like she was pulling and tugging on his cock forever, before it was finally completely free of his pants. "Did that fucking thing GROW since the last time?"

He simply smiled in response, as he knew she wasn't expecting an answer to that question. Again, she reached into his pants with one hand, carefully stroking the length of his cock with the other. Her hands gently cupped his balls, and pulled them up and free from the pants, until they dangled below his cock looking like two golf balls inside a black sock.  She loved his balls, as they, like the rest of his cock area, were clean-shaven and silky smooth.

She knew they didn't have much time and she desperately wanted to feel him inside her. However, as usual, just seeing and touching his long thick unit made her mouth water. Instinctively, her knees began to bend and in seconds, she was licking glistening beads of pre-cum from the fat fleshy head of his monster tool.

Normally she enjoyed looking up at him as she gave him head. Yet this time, she cocked her head to the side so that she could watch her reflection in the mirror. It was so exciting for her to see herself kneeling in front of this beautiful, lean bodied, strong black man. Her creamy white skin seemed to glow as it became more and more flushed from the increased blood flow. She could not only feel, but also see how wide her mouth was stretched, as she worked to suck her way, down his wonderfully long and thick pole. She held back the urge to gag as the head brushed against the back of her throat yet in the mirror, she could see he wasn't even halfway in her mouth.

She also loved the sight of her small white fingers, barely able to wrap around his thick cock. The contrast of flesh tones was so delightful to her, as she actually looked as though a huge black pipe was shoved down her throat. She noticed that he was looking as well when she glanced up at him; his head was turned towards the mirror. One hand was lifting and holding his shirt to his neck. She noticed the incredibly sexy trail of hair, that lead from below his navel to just above his cock, as well as his tight abdomen and his smooth, defined chest. She felt his other hand caressing her hair and easing her head and mouth forward. She recalled how concerned she was at first. Unsure if she would even be able to get such a large thing in her mouth. Not only was she able to fit it, but she strangely found herself craving the feeling of having it all in her mouth...a task that she knew would take considerable practice.

Her mouth was stretched so wide that she completely lost the ability to control her saliva. Trails of drool hung in chains that started at her bottom lip and stretched to her chest. She rubbed the moisture around her breasts and over her erect nipples that now poked through the bra like push pins. She continued sucking; eyes closed this time, as she moved her hand down the front of her body and rubbed her clit. She writhed in anticipation while continuing to massage herself between the legs; she was so warm and incredibly wet. She had already decided to buy the outfit, which was a good thing; the panties were totally soaked. Spreading around the warm moisture from her crotch, she knew the time had come to feel him inside her.

She stood and turned around, placing her hands on the wall of the booth and spreading her legs as if she were about to be frisked and arrested. Slowly she wiggled her ass invitingly. She turned to watch his reflection in the mirror as he stepped forward and placed his soft, large chocolate covered hands on her ass. His grip was firm and his hands were warm as he covered one complete cheek with each hand. His fingers deftly worked to slide her panties to the side and as he took that final step forward, she held her breath in anticipation of what was to come.

She always loved the head of his cock. He was very long and extremely thick; but the head was just the icing on the cake. It was very fat and much wider than the shaft. Yet it was perfectly shaped like a big brown mushroom, and the lower edge flared out just enough to rub against the walls of her mouth or pussy when he was inside her. She felt the head press against the opening of her dripping wet pussy. He pushed forward and it popped inside her, prying her open.

Once the tip was in her, his hands moved to her waist and his hips thrust forward sending the rest of his length into her warm waiting hole. She desperately wanted to watch everything but the sensation was so incredibly overwhelming that she had to close her eyes and savor it. Even with her eyes closed, as he started to move inside her, she could swear that she saw colors and lights.

She opened her eyes to catch his reflection in the mirror. He was working into a steady rhythm. She loved that he was so gentle with her; he had to be with such a massive tool! There were times when she liked for him to fuck her hard with no mercy. However, for the most part, she craved the long steady stroking. It allowed her to feel and enjoy every inch. As he plunged deep in her, she could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the bottom of her stomach.

She was now on the tips of her toes and slightly off-balance. Thank god for the wall, as she would not have been able to support herself otherwise. She leaned forward and turning her head to the side, placed her face against the wall. She pushed her ass out as far as she could and his grip tightened on her waist. His thrusts were slowly starting to build in pace.

She struggled to contain her moans; her breathing was very heavy at this point. She had stopped watching the mirror. The sight was way too much for her to handle without attracting attention, but even with her eyes closed and her face, palms and chest pressed against the wall, her mind turned to evaluate just WHAT was happening at that moment.

Here she was a lovely white wife and mother, dressed in a slinky, revealing outfit, being taken from behind by an incredibly hot and wonderfully hung black man...in the dressing room of a lingerie store! She would have done this for no one else. Yet, with him, it seemed so natural. She didn't even think twice about it, and, as he thrust deeper and harder into her, all she could think of was how much she wanted to feel him explode inside her.

She suppressed her moans as he worked his hips back and forth. His pace was at its highest point now and she could feel his huge balls swinging and smacking against her clit. Every now and then, he would push himself fully inside her and grind around in a circular motion. When he did, his balls would massage her clit and bring her just to the edge of orgasm.  Teasingly he would stop and continue with the thrusting. She loved how he played with her body. Bringing her close and then backing off repeatedly.

"Cum for me baby!" she breathed, "Shoot your load deep inside me! Fill this tight white pussy with your hot black cum!"

It surprised her to think of some of the things she would say to him. She had always been a classy and respectable woman. However, with him, she was totally free and uninhibited. She was willing to do things that she would have never considered with her husband or any other man.

He reached upwards and grabbed her by the shoulders. Pulling back as he thrust forward, she found herself unable to suppress the excitement and let out a loud moan that seemed to start somewhere in her belly and erupt forth like lava.

"Ohhh FUCK!" he moaned as his body began to shake. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her. He filled her so much that she could practically feel the blood running through the veins of his cock. She felt it pulsating as his body jolted from the throes of orgasm. His grip on her shoulders tightened and he pulled her closer to him.

She closed her eyes as she felt the explosion begin inside her; it was as if someone had turned on a hose inside her, she could feel his cum blasting out from his cock. It throbbed and pumped inside her. She yielded to his touch and surrendered herself into his embrace; her legs were wobbly as her body quivered uncontrollably. With him still inside of her, she felt waves of pleasure rush across her body, she panted as if she had just finished a marathon.

"How does that fit for you ma'am?" The store attendant asked.

"F-Fit?" she stammered. She turned around to look at him and he stood there smiling back. "Oh it's a little tight in the crotch area but nothing I can't handle!" As she smirked at him, she could feel that he was still erect and throbbing inside her. Thankfully he was standing in such a way and place that his feet could not be seen from outside the booth. 

"Okay then," the attendant replied. "Let me know if you need anything else. I will be back at the register"

"Thank you," she replied. She then reached down to pull his cock out of her; it glistened with her moisture, and was covered with patches of his cum. "Mmm and thank YOU!' she said, as she bent forward to take him in her mouth again. 

With two quick slurps, she had sucked him clean. She surprised herself at how much she was starting to enjoy the taste of her juices and his cum when she sucked his cock after he made love to her. She told herself that next time she would suck him to completion and get a taste of the full load. For now, that full load was starting to drip down her inner thigh.

"Okay baby," she said to him as she started to change clothes, "You better go. Otherwise we will never leave this dressing room"

"No problem," he replied. I will meet you at the register. He leaned forward to kiss her. His incredibly sexy thick lips pressed against her mouth and she sighed as his tongue began to snake its way into her.

"Okay STOP!" she demanded, pushing him away. "Now go! We can finish that later"

Later, they would both share a laugh as they reflected on the puzzled store attendant, attempting to figure out why the outfit she was ringing up was very damp in certain places. And much later, in bed at home, she would lie next to her sleeping husband and quietly finger herself as she replayed the fitting room scene in head again and again. She would DEFINITELY need to go shopping again in the near future.



The Fitting Room



At lunch time I nipped into Contessa on the High Street. The low cut black dress I was to wear to that evening's party tucked in my hand bag. The dress was a lovely fit, but all my bras peaked out the top of it, so it called for something new.

In Contessa I grabbed a couple of likely looking bras and headed into the fitting room. Anticipating the fun to be had later, I absently ran my finger tips over my breasts as I unbuttoned my tight white shirt - shrugging it off and dropping it on the chair provided. Reaching round I unhooked the white sheer chiffon bra I was wearing and dropped it on top of my shirt. I pushed my short skirt over my hips and kicked it away. The air on my skin felt soothing. In a playful mood I pinched my nipples till they hardened. 

Turning, I checked myself in the full-length mirror. I like the look of stockings and suspenders. I adjusted my thong on my hips, then reached for the first bra. When I slid the dress on, it showed. So did the next one. The last of my selection did not show, but pinched a bit at my back.

Sighing, I pulled the store's blue silky robe on and stuck my head out of the curtain. There did not seem to be anyone around, except a guy in a suit by the counter.

''Excuse me, are you staff? I need some help in here,'' I said. Trying to keep the robe closed with one hand and the curtain tight to me with the other, I missed the slow smile that spread over his face, as he said, ''Yes. Yes, I'm staff. My name's Kie, how may I help you?''

As he walked over to the curtain, I whispered, ''Well, Kie, I need some help - is there a female assistant available?'' 

Kie laughed, and said, ''These days, Madam, guys are allowed equal opportunities.'' 

''Oh,...ok.'' I pulled the curtain aside to let him into the fitting room, and totally missed the assistant, as she walked back into the shop from the stock room. Quite a bit taller than me, Kie smiled down, ''How may I help?''

''Um, the bra I'm trying pinches and I need you to, er, I need the straps adjusting,'' I stammered, blushing.

''Ok. Just slip the robe off, turn around, and I'll see what I can do.''

I turned to face the mirror, let the robe fall and closed my eyes. My blush spread over my chest. The bra was a quarter cup in black satin. The cups hugged the sides and bottom of my breasts, acting as a platform. It left the rest of the breast naked, including my still hard nipples.

Kie's fingers eased the adjustment buckle up a short way. Lifting the straps from my shoulders he yanked them up a few times, making my breasts bounce on the satin platform. He repeated this process three more times.

In spite of my embarrassment, I felt a tension in my stomach, that began to creep down to my sex. Kie's mouth was close to my ear. I could hear him breathing, and it did nothing to stop my arousal. ''Arms up over your head, please, and I'll check the fit,'' he whispered. 

I tried to say ''yes,'' as his hands slipped around my sides, but when I opened my mouth the word became a light moan. Kie ran his palms over the material of the bra cups. I parted my legs - I wanted him to see the dark, wet fabric of my thong.

A low noise of approval at my ear told me all I wanted to know. Then his hands squeezed the underside of my breasts, massaging through the satin. As I felt his thumbs graze my nipples, I moaned out loud, lowered my arms and placed my hands over his. Bending slightly, I pushed back to rub my ass into his crotch; a huge erection nestled between my ass cheeks.

Kie was breathing deeply at my ear, his fingers pulling at my nipples. When I felt confident to talk, I whispered, ''Will you fuck me?''

One of his hands left my breasts. I heard him unzip, and grunt softly as he freed himself. Placing two hands on the mirror, I leaned forward, presenting my cunt and ass. With one hand on my hip, Kie pulled my thong aside and pressed his cock head into my slit. The large, warm head ran up to my clit, nudging at it to make me stifle a moan. Then he pushed down to my wet, engorged cunt. With no effort he slid inside me. A couple of slow fucks confirmed I was ready to accept his length. 

Teasing me, he withdrew to the very tip. Laughing softly as I sighed in disappointment and pushed back. But his hands held me in place. Grunting, Kie lunged forward, impaling me fully. 

Thank god he was holding me; my legs nearly gave way, dropping my weight onto his cock. ''You're not going to collapse are you?'' he laughed, ''Because I'm just going to fuck you where you fall!'' He withdrew then thrust back into me, his cock head crushing against my cervix. Again and again he stretched and opened out my aching cunt. 

The wet silk of my thong chafed my clit. I opened my eyes to watch myself being fucked in the mirror. The sight snapped something inside me, an incredible tension built up behind my clit.

One of his hands left my hip, running down to stroke the sodden material covering my sex. Probing, he found the firmness of my clit and pinched it. Hard! I bit my lips to stifle the loud moans that begged to be screams.

Kie's face at my shoulder was set, his eyes glassy. I knew he was not far from coming. His cock began to jerk and spasm, the muscles pulling his cum from his tight sac. I allowed myself to think of nothing but his pounding cock, his balls slapping at my sex......my clit being rolled between his fingers. Breathing hard through my nose, I did not trust myself to open my mouth. 

My orgasm was fed by his; building until I was about to loose it, collapse, scream the place down, when I felt the first jet of hot cum hit my cervix. 

Back arched, every muscle taut, my cunt milking his cock; Kie pounded into me. Blast after blast of his cum filled my spasming cunt. The force of his fucking driving his cum out of me, wetting my thighs, drenching the tops of my stockings.

His face buried in my hair, hissing words I could not hear through clenched teeth, Kie fucked himself dry. 

As he lightly rested on my back, I enjoyed the feeling of his cock softening inside me. When he pulled away, I dropped to my knees. Looking up into his eyes, I said, ''May I clean you?'' He smiled and nodded. Carefully, I licked all traces of our juices from his cock, then his balls. 

Standing, unsteadily, I ran a hand over my breasts, ''This fits,'' I said, grinning, ''I'll be at the counter in a few minutes. Thank you.'' 

''You're welcome,'' Kie nodded and slipped through the curtain.

Alone, I desperately searched through my handbag for something to staunch the flow of cum from my distended cunt. Mm...one paper tissue was not going to do it! Finally my eyes alighted on the silky blue robe. 

No, I couldn't! But what other options did I have? My skirt was too short to hide the mess. Feeling slightly guilty, I dabbed my stockinged thighs clean. Then swabbed the silky material over my slit. It felt wonderfully cool and smooth on the inflamed flesh. Throwing it behind the chair, I quickly dressed, grinning at my hand prints on the mirror. 

At the counter a sour-faced woman took my sale in virtual silence. I guess i had not been that quiet! 

As I left the shop, across the road, the smiling figure of Kie caught my eye. Realization stormed in, and I shouted, ''Hey!'' but he just winked and walked off into the crowds of lunch-time shoppers.



The Fitting Room



She was trying on this dress, black velvet with a tight bodice, not a corset but corset like and it made her breast swell and spill over the top of the dress, almost like the dress was offering them to me on a platter. She was very full figured girl; wide shoulders full breasted with a tiny little waist that then spreading out into to magnificent hips that melted into two strong steady legs. I remember to this day how those white globes jiggled as I shoved her back into the room. Her mouth hung wide open; she was shocked and about to speak. I silenced her protests and changed her mood by kissing her deeply and gagging her with my tongue. I pushed her back up against the full length mirror and started running my finger tips up and down her sides from her underarms to her hips, while shoving my knee into her plump pussy through the soft fabric of the dress. I continued to fuck her mouth with my tongue. As I closed the door behind me I was feeling her getting warmer and warmer.

I reached up with both hands and grabbed the neckline of the dress where the pseudo corset lacing started, then I moved from her mouth and started to chew on her neck with my incisors. When I could feel her body squirming and twisting, no longer trying to fight me off but wanting me I torn the dress wide open exposing her breasts. Then I lifted one into each hand and stroked it gently. I handled them as gently as eggs. Holding them just below the nipples, using my thumbs to tease her. I love making her moan. I wanted her to feel vulnerable and exposed here in this little both in a crowded weekend mall. Oh how wet she was becoming, with my knee grinding into her pussy. I wanted her wet; I wanted to feel the heat of her pussy burning my leg. I picked up one of her heavy breast and placed the nipple into my mouth. Not very far but just beyond my teeth and gently I bit down. I did not squeeze. I just wanted her to feel the enamel of my teeth against her tender flesh. She was mine she began pushing against my knee, jerking herself off against my leg. I could feel the moisture wetting the dress and my pant leg. I began painting her captured nipple in with my spit. My free hand holding her against the mirror by her hair. 

I was so turned on by this chunky girl in this sexy dress, now destroyed lying in a heap around her waist. Grinding away on my leg as I lapped her nipples with wild abandoned. Alternating from one to the other and back. I kept teasing her. She kept trying to grab me, but I would allow it. I kept turn my hips not allowing her to feel the hardness and heat of my cock. Oh no not yet, that would come but I wanted to see her cum. I needed to witness her at her weakest before I satisfied my urges. And so the dance continued. The changing rooms smelled of sex and the wet sounds of sucking and licking were all around. I continued to suck her nipples as I place both hands under the skirt. Slowly and with deliberate action I glided my fingers up her legs. God how soft her flesh felt. The cloth began to bunch as it gathered on my arms and soon very soon that plump bald pussy was full exposed. I grab it with my hand. It was so full. It filled my hand and the other lips spilled over and my middle finger found its way into the warm wet slit. It was heaven. As I squeeze her like ripened fruit, her head tilted back and her eyes rolled far back into her head. Her hands found their way to my shoulders and with all her strength she pushed at me in a gesture of trying to get me to kneel before her.

I toyed with her and resisted her suggestive pushing. I started to play with her clit. Grinding my middle finger over her clit. I placed my ear to her mouth and asked her what she wanted. "Eat me, please eat me, eat my pussy, make me cum" she whisper in my ear.

I stopped everything and asked as if angry and placed my mouth to her ear "Whose pussy is this?" I asked.

"Yours, I'm sorry, it's yours, Please make your pussy cum" she pleaded "Please make it cum any way you feel fit."

Not being cruel and getting my answer slowly and with intent I teased my way down her body with the tip of my tongue. Playing with her ear then her neck, between her breasts, over her belly. I let her guide me with her hands on my shoulders. My hands pushed the dress over her hips and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it. It laid in a pile it the corner. With pain staking purpose I proceeded down her body. I had reached her pubic area. I could feel my goatee scratching on the soft inflamed fleshed of her outer lips. She moaned as she felt my hot breath on the wet pink flesh. She released my shoulders and pulled herself open for me. Her clit was swollen and completely exposed. The hood pushed back as it waited to be devoured. In a single move I sucked her entire pussy into my mouth. I pushed my tongue out and depressed her clit like a button. I then took it in my mouth and proceeded to suck it, holding with my lips and lapping at the underside of it giving it head. Her pussy was flooding and juice ran down my chin and soaked my goatee. I looked up and there she was back pressed against the mirror hips thrust out on the verge of coming. I reached up and inserted two fingers into her pussy and began fucking her. As her orgasm grew I began to push my fingers apart inside of her wrestling with her muscles. With my free hand I reached up and clamped it over her mouth. I could hear the sucking noises her breath was making and as she came she silently slide down the mirrored wall and crumbled in a heap.

I arose from her crotch my face was soaked in her cum. Sitting in a heap in one corner of the dressing room she watched me. Panting trying to recover. I stood before her the hard on in my pant evident. I undid the buckle of my pants and unbuttoned them. She sat watching with new interest as I lowered my zipper and slipped my hand below the waistband and pulled my cock from my boxers. I removed my hand from it and raised it to my mouth. I licked my thumb and forefinger, getting them completely soaked and tasting myself mixed with her cum at the same time. I then made a circle around the shaft of my cock just below the base and started jerking myself off. Her eyes were mesmerized on each stroke and soon she found the power to get up on her knees and kneel before me. I took my hand from my cock and licked my fingers cleaning myself. Then wrapping my hand in a makeshift ponytail I proceeded to fuck her face. I watched in the mirror as my cock took long strides in and out of her soft baby faced mouth. I did it slowly not wanted to cum in her mouth but wanting to fill her pussy and know that for the rest of the day and most of tomorrow she would feel my cum sloshing around inside her reminding her of who's she was. That thought made me harder and curled my fingers tighter into her hair and fuck her face with a new purpose.

God it was hot the little noise coming from her throat, the saliva and precum running down her chin. I thought about finishing now in her mouth, but my early thoughts made me drag her still trying to suck me to her feet and spin her around and press her face against the mirror. She assumed the position quickly and spread her legs. I came up from behind her and took the head of my cock and rubbed it in the wet slit of her pussy. Half to tease her the other to make sure she was wet. She reached down and spread her thick lips and tried to push back and swallow my cock, I caught her and gave her a sharp crack on the ass to let her know I would fuck my pussy my way. I then placed only the fat head in the mouth of her pussy and fucked her with only that. Controlling her movement with by holding on to her hips. She was frustrated and needed me to fill her. My hands let me know when she was going to push back and I backed up with her and only fed her pussy as much as I wanted. She was wild with hunger and kept trying to push back. All at once I let go of her hips and let my cock push all the way into her pussy. I watched, as her eyes got really big with the realization that her fucking was about to begin. 

Then rode that pussy, I re-gained control of her hips and fucked her steadily and heavily, 3 fast stokes and 3 slowly stokes letting my own orgasm build, knowing that her already spent pussy would cum again all over my cock if I just worked her over the right way. The time was getting close and I could feel both hers and my own orgasm building, without warning her pussy clamped down and trapped my cock inside her. I could feel the vibrations of her whole body tremor through my body my cock acting as a tuning folk, the sensation was too much and I felt my own orgasm begin and I shuddered and fell on her back as I flooded her pussy. Still I fucked her all the way through my orgasm until we both collapsed. When we came too we were in a heap on the floor soaked in sweat and smelling of sex, then we dressed and left the store.