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A Trip to the store
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
A Trip to the Store - Copywrite 1995, Eric Magnuson
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His ass was a work of art. His curves were truly beautiful. His black jeans
were close enough to him to define his cheeks and legs nicely, without being
painted on. He seemed to have dropped a shirt or something and was bending
over innocently to pick it up. She could get a good long look without any
recriminations. She was positioned safely behind a rack of feminine dress
shirts on sale, which she couldn't possibly have less interest in.
There she was silently sliding her right hand along his thigh and up to his
ass. He thrilled to her touch. She gently applied pressure to his firm
buttocks. Then she slid both her hands around his waist and pulled his shirt
out of his pants. She carressed his softly firm stomach, naked now to her
loving hands. He moaned in pleasure as he gently pushed his ass against her
crotch. The light pressure heightened the beautiful titulation. She leaned
into him.
"This is bullshit! This guy's probably an asshole. Fuck him." She swept her
fantasies aside and decided to actually do some shopping. "I didn't come
here to load up for masturbation fantasies, for fuck sake!" She pictured him
in a Delta Phi Delta sweatshirt, probably a repeat date rapist who had yet
to be convicted.
She went straight to the woman's department. She passed by the office
clothes display and the upper-middle class casual wear displays. "Fuck these
bargain shit-holes! There should be government funding for cool people to
shop in Victoria's Secret." She arrived at the lingerie area, only to be
confronted with about 18 different brands of white cotton panties. "What is
this, the nun section?" Upon closer inspection, she found a few things that
were interesting. Something purple, something red, something blue. Some
satin, some lace; maybe there was promise here yet. They were wrapped up in
plastic. She grabbed 2 pale blue office skirts and wrapped up the panties in
them. "There's no way I'm buying these panties without trying them on."
She meandered to the tryout rooms, passing by white frilly blouses, then NFL
t-shirts in the men's section. And there he was with a bunch of silk boxers
in his hands. "Of course they're on racks so men can parade in and try them
on legally." In fact, he was wearing a plain white t-shirt, not a frat
sweatshirt. It fit closely to him without being ego-pumped-glued to his
torso. He was in good shape without being a Gold's Gym victim, she noted. He
glanced over to her and they locked eyes for a split second. He just barely
managed a vague smile in her direction before turning to the check lady to
get his fitting room tag. He walked to his left into the men's section.
"Two skirts." She got a plastic tab with the number 2 on it and moved toward
the closest cubicle to her right in the woman's section. From the corner of
her eye she noticed him disappear into the closest stall in the men's
section. She slid the curtain aside, closed it behind her and dropped the
clothes onto the little bench along the wall. She pulled off her black
boots. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs. She surveyed
her black lace panties, admiring how they hugged her crotch closely, subtly
showing her dark patch of pubic hair, bulging slightly with her pubic mound.
"Maybe I should just have 20 pairs of these." Looking up, it was then that
she realized that the curtain hadn't closed all the way. She pulled it to
the side wall, only to have it slip back to the exact same amount of openess
that it had been before. Her eyes focussed on the opening and she realized
that she could see across to his try-on booth, which was only about 15 feet
way. In fact, his curtain seemed to have the same mischievous character.
"Maybe this'll be interesting." She could make out that he had removed his
black jeans and seemed to be wearing opaque black bikini briefs. He was
facing away from her and was picking up a pair of solid red silk boxers. Her
heart picked up its pace as she quickly forgot about her own selections and
concentrated on looking through the generous gap in his curtain.
"Interesting, indeed." He slid down his briefs and she could make out a
section of his well-sculpted naked ass. He unclipped the boxers and slid
them up his bare muscular legs. He then turned, apparently to examine
himself in the mirror on the side wall. "Shit." He had disappeared from
view, the mirror being on the far wall from her vantage point. She stood
motionless for a minute, waiting for him to return to her view, but nothing
happened. She was about to go about her business when he slipped back into
view. Apparently he was examining the side view of himself. He had turned
forward and seemed to be looking toward the mirror. He moved backed one step
and it was then that she was afforded a sliver view of him from the front.
She could just make out a view of his boxers slightly bulging out where his
penis was. He was completely naked exept for his boxers. She examined the
vision slice of his partially hairy chest. He was thin and somewhat
muscular.
Then he looked up and their eyes locked. "Shit!" She panicked and lurched
out of his view. Her heart was beating wildly as she realized that she had
been standing there half naked in translucent lace panties. Her short grey
t-shirt did nothing to cover up her pubic area. She stood pressed up against
the far wall for a few moments as thoughts raced through her drunken
consciousness. Then she seized her careening mind. "Shit, life is short."
Her brain screeching chaotically around in circles, she stepped uncertainly
back to the other side of the booth. He was still looking. They locked eyes
again. She fought every urge to jump away behind the protective cover of the
curtain. He looked nervous, pushed out a crooked smile, then turned away.
"Allright, let's see what this dude is made of." Her muscles were tense; she
was having trouble keeping her eyes focussed on his booth. "Carpe fucking
diem." She slowly slid off her lace panties. She then stood there resolutely
facing his booth. Her black, tightly-curled vagina bush was in full display
from his vantage point. A wild rush rose up all over her body. She could
feel her vagina lips growing wet. He then turned around with a pair of
paisely purple silk boxers in his hand. He looked out and his eyes almost
popped out of his head. Then it was his turn to move out of view. His face
was appalled and it took him a second to jerk over to the far side of his
booth.
"I've got him now." Her heart was fluttering, but she knew she could stand
her ground. "But maybe I've scared him off." She stood silently, pretty
confident that he would be back. Indeed, he slid back into view. He looked
uncertain, but he slowly took ahold of his boxer waistband. She thrilled at
the sight of his boxers having grown significantly tighter on him. His penis
was jutting out gently, making a soft tent in the red silk fabric. But then
he started sliding them down. He reached into the underwear and took ahold
of his partially erect penis, sliding it up over the brim. His head was
revealed, red and firm, as he pulled the boxers all the way down. He was now
completely naked. His full brown pubic hair was on full display for her. Now
fully aware of what she was doing, she slid her right hand into her pubic
patch. She started slowly teasing her clitorus. Rushes of electricity ran
through her body, gently but effectively activating every one of her senses.
"I'm not stopping now, dude. Can you hang?" He was openly staring now, his
eyes wide, his flushed face revealig his passion. She watched his penis grow
harder and harder, inching upwards. It was now completely erect. He slowly
grasped it in his hand and inched his hand back and forth hesitantly.
"Buddhist teachings tell us to live in the present." She smiled
mischievously as she schemed how to up the ante. She spun around and grabbed
one of her decoy pale blue skirts, pulling it quickly up her naked legs. Her
head spinning, she grabbed her wallet and pulled open her curtain and
starting walking forward. "Who needs alcohol?" She breezed past the fitting
clerk. "I'm just gunna check on my husband", she muttered. The salesman
looked up with a quizzical look on his face, but she was already by him.
Staring into his booth, she saw a scared look on his face. Approaching his
curtain, she said loudly, "How are you doing, dear?" She slipped between the
curtain and the wall and staggered into his cubicle. A slight smile flashed
across his face, but he looked frightened. She closed the curtain behind
her, fleetingly noting that of course it wouldn't close all the way. "How do
those business suits fit you?", she pronounced for all to hear. She then
slipped out of her conservative business skirt. She was soaking wet by now,
her entire body swimming in wild passion. She was worried that her vagina
juices might start dripping down her leg at any moment now.
"Don't you think that that jacket fits you a little too close?" She pulled
her shirt off and unbuttoned her front-clasp bra. Her breasts stood naked in
front of him. He and she were barely a foot apart. Her nipples were fully
erect with excitement, jutting out towards him. She was completely naked, as
was he. He still seemed shell-shocked, standing motionlessly in front of
her, his eyes surveying her taut body completely exposed to him. His penis
was flooded with boiling blood, pointing straight up to the ceiling. She
gently pushed him against the wall and pressed her body against his. "I
think this tie looks great on you," she announced. His erect penis pressd
against her belly as she grasped his head and planted a full kiss on his
lips. He responded a split second later, nuzzling his lips against hers.
"There's no turning back now", she thought. She took up her wallet, and,
reaching into an inner fold, she produced her ace in the hole. With a smile
and a rip, she produced the condom and rolled it slowly over his rock-hard
penis. His dick pumped with blood, moving intoxicating in her hand as she
unrolled it completely. "Is this properly tailored for you? Maybe we could
take it in." With that she took his bursting member in her hand and rubbed
it against her engorged clitorus. Sliding it against her, she almost came to
orgasm right on the spot. He seemed to have gotten fully acclimated to the
situation, as he had now grasped her soft hips and was pulling her soaking
wet crotch into him.
She pulled back slightly and surveyed his naked body. Meeting her approval,
she grasped his penis and guided it into her eager hole. She reached around
him, grasped his taut ass and pulled him into her. She let out a loud gasp
as he entered her fully. She coughed raggedly. "Honey, that's fabulous. You
have to get it." With that she was done playing around. She pumped her
thighs into him feverishly. She rhythmically guided his hips into her at a
furious rate. Finally he spoke. He choked out something about how good it
was and maybe he should get two. Fleetingly she noticed that it wasn't the
least bit convincing and the clerk would probably be calling the cops soon.
She grabbed his hand and thrust it onto her clitorus. He rubbed
enthusiastically as she jammed herself into him. It was all she needed. She
screamed out in total orgasm, oblivious to the world. Hot waves of
carressing passion washed over her and she faintly made out his echoing
moans. Burgundy clouds rushed across her consciousness as her muscles
spasmed with ultimate orgasmic release. A muffled shout flew into her
exploding mind as she felt his penis throb within her as he shot out his hot
semen. She jammed her body against his, feeling him crushed up against the
wall. He wimpered in pleasure as she slowly rammed him against the wood. The
booth creaked loudly in rhythm to their gradually slowing thrusts.
"Uh, excuse me. Is there a problem in there?" The clerk croaked out his
passive protest. There was a long moment of tense silence. She gathered her
wits. Her voice only confirmed the issue. "Um, no problem whatsoever, sir."
She heard her own voice and it was not the least bit convincing. "We'll be
leaving immediately." She tried to reassure him. She pulled on the blue
business skirt. Winking to this man naked before her, she grabbed her stuff,
breezed over to her booth and changed back into her own clothes. As she
slipped out, she waved to the man in the changing booth as he was just
finishing getting his own clothes on. "Glad to meet you", she loudly called
out. She quickly guided her way out of the store. "I have to shop here more
often."
Copywrite 1995, Eric Magnuson
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