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The Mall
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The Mall
Michelle
The sun was shining brightly as your eye caught the flash. I was
sitting across the plaza from you as you sipped your Guatemalan
coffee. I capped the fountain pen and tucked it into my purse.
The shopping center had a breezy, open feeling that day, and we
were both enjoying the warm sunshine. My dark glasses hid my
eyes, but you knew, you just KNEW I was watching for your
reaction when I crossed my legs a second time. For a split
second you froze...did your eyes deceive you? I noticed your
concentration, and I immediately folded the wisp of red silk and
tucked it into my breast pocket. You must have stared between
my knees for a couple of seconds... The auburn hairs of my mound
were plainly visible to you. You quietly looked around. All of
the other tables were filled, and everybody was actively
involved in one conversation or another. Just the two of us. You
looked back just in time to catch me as I rose from my table and
crossed in front of you, heading toward the Department store. I
seemed so calm, so understated. My casual elegant dress, my dark
stockings, my jewelry, contrasted so completely with the
nakedness you have just witnessed! As I passed, you noticed a
certain casualness to the way my hips moved, a trace of smile on
my lips, and the unmistakable protrusion of my nipples against
the thin material of my dress. Your penis reacted immediately.
Taking a last sip of your coffee, you rose and followed me to the
entrance. Intense sexual energy hit you like a freight train.
As we walked, your erection pulled at the front of your pants.
Entirely focused on me as you walked, you imagined my naked ass
underneath my full dress, your hands caressing my buttocks, and
your lips planting hot kisses on my peachy mounds. When I
stopped and turned back to see if you were coming, you didn't
attempt to raise your eyes. I saw you staring at my nipples when
we arrived at the doorway together. Scott, I can't remember what
you saiD.. only that I smiled and replied, "Isn't it, though?"
as you held the door for me. Oh! How you wanted to rub your
erection across my hip as I glided past you. I could sense your
arousal, and I paused just inside the door and asked you if you
were window shopping like I was. Our conversation was rich with
sexual overtones. We were fucking each other with our eyes. Your
mind was worshipping my figure as we talked. Were you imagining
yourself diving under my dress and tasting me, right THERE???
When we started forward again, we were inseparable. An invisible
force kept bumping us into each other, like two ships whose
rudders are stuck but whose engines are on full speed. We
picked up steam as we made our way across the sales floor, and
our bodies bumped and slid against each other. I could see you
searching out the dressing room in the men's department, and
nothing else mattered but to make it... there! You steered me
over... twice with your penis riding on my behind. I gasped and
leaned against you. By the time we stepped into the little
mirrored room, we were both panting with delirious anticipation.
Mmmm... our first kiss was practically a battle, instead of a
greeting. You knew what you wanted. It was a delicious
declaration of intent. The immediate penetration of your tongue
into my mouth told me that you wanted me badly enough to thrust
through two sets of clothing if things didn't go very swiftly.
The thought of your urgency had me wet with desire. My head
tilted back and you dragged your lips down, from my mouth to the
indentations at the base of my throat. Your hand at my nape
kept my head tilted back as your mouth searched ever downward. I
grasped your shoulders as your other hand at the base of my spine
pulled me tight against your rock hard erection. I was bent
like a bow between your hands and when your lips found an aching
nipple through the silk of my dress my body hummed with the
tension you sent singing through my frame. You released my head
only to release my hair from its disciplined chignon. I ran my
fingernails lightly down your chest and across your stomach
until I found my objective. A deft twist and your belt was
undone. You had other plans and captured my hands in yours
bringing them back up to circle your neck. I lost whatever
thoughts were in my head as you kissed me again, rough then
gentle then rough again. Following your lead in the kiss was
more complex than dancing a tango and oh so much more exciting!
I felt your hands on me again, one at the base of my spine and
the other sliding the fabric of my dress up, and up and up. I
felt the cool air, first on the backs of my thighs, above the
tops of my hose, then on the underside of my cheeks, and finally
all the way to my waist. I felt your erection throb against me,
and you paused in your kiss. I opened my eyes, and saw that you
were not looking at me, but in the mirror behind me. Your hand
came back down to trace the dimples at the base of my spine and
I shivered. You looked down into my face and smiled with
delight. Delight changed to cocky amusement as you noticed my
nipples out-thrust in response to your kneading hand along my
ass. I impishly tossed my head and moved my feet further apart,
to show off my shapely behind. You bent your head, and began to
unbutton my dress with your teeth. To save my dress, I had to
race ahead of your mouth in unbuttoning, with your nips and
lickings of my fingers hindering my efforts. I was definitely
losing the clothing race! You reached out to me and...
Scott
my God Michelle, as you did, my fire burned even brighter. I
guided your hand towards my pants and my kisses became a
metaphor for what was to come. As you reached my throbbing
penis I would not let
you take it out but did unzip my fly so you could feel it
through my briefs. Now, penis and tongue were pulsating in
rhythm, slowly at first and then faster and faster as though
they wanted to penetrate from mouth and vagina, agreeing to meet
somewhere in the middle of your luscious body. I was burning
with passion but did not want to consummate this act in a tiny
dressing room. Your movements indicated that you were getting
hotter and hotter. As my tongue and penis continued their rhythm
now at the pace of the William Tell Overture my right hand was
relentlessly pushing your ass towards me and the middle finger
had found its mark. You spread your legs a bit more and the
finger slid easily into your wet vagina. My left hand found
your nipple and was tweaking and rubbing it. By your moans and
eyes I could tell that we could not keep this up much longer
without reaching climax. In the ensuing frenzy you did manage to
free my cock from its cotton prison and as it sprang forward, it
began to leak a bit of pre cum. You bent your head way down
and gently licked off the juice. As you straightened up, I
removed my finger and brought it dripping towards both of our
mouths. We sucked the finger together and gave each other sly
little smiles, like children, with a stolen lollipop. As I
removed my hand from your back, your dress cascaded down and I
lost view of your shapely legs and beautiful ass. At this point,
we were only slightly cooled off but we separated and sat at
opposite ends of the tiny room. My cock was still throbbing and
you stared at its movements. I asked you to pull your dress up
so that I could see the insides of your thighs and your lovely
mound. You obliged and as your legs parted, I began to play with
my cock, moving it up and down slowly, kneading my balls, and
running my fingers over and around the glans. You smiled,
licked your lips and placed you right hand between your legs.
You parted the lips of your vagina, exposing the beauty of your
inner most secret place. As your fingers reached your clit,
your other hand found one breast and was massaging the nipple.
We saw each other and ourselves in the mirror. It was a
strangely, almost surrealistic scene and we were both transfixed
by the pleasure we were giving each other and ourselves. Just as
I began to wonder whether or not you had ever watched yourself
masturbate, there was a knock on the door....Michelle??,..
I smiled an impish smile, and said "No Scott, it really isn't
you, I think we're going to have to look elsewhere." pausing
artfully before continuing "Just a minute, he has to change, I'll
be right out!" I buttoned a few quick buttons, smoothed my
dress, and handed you the scrap silk from my breast pocket. As
I moved to the door, you said "But wait, how will I..." I shook
my head, moved my sunglasses further down my nose and winked as
I pulled the door closed. I sidled around the impatient customer
who all but blocked the door. When I heard your laughter I
could almost see you holding the red silk panties across your
palm, my phone number blazoned across the behind in shaky blue
ink..I used the phone number only once..at 3:30am . THE END
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