When my family threw a party, we threw a party!! The house was jammed with people, cousins, aunts and uncles, grandparents, long time friends of the family. We did it up right too...everyone was dressed to the nines. The party was catered. A bartender and DJ were hired to ensure that the party rocked as well. The DJ was set up in the expansive back yard and Dad had arranged a large temporary dance floor to be constructed out there as well. Surrounding the dance floor were large round tables adorned with long white table clothes. Each table had a beautiful centerpiece of roses.
We were celebrating our parents wedding anniversary. Just having been recently divorced myself I came to the party without an escort. It didn't bother me... there wasn't one person here I didn't know well and mingled easily with everyone. Nobody bothered to bring up the subject of my ex and for that I was grateful. This day was about the wedded bliss of my parents... not the nightmare that had been my marriage.
The party had been going on since mid afternoon and now at midnight showed no sign of slowing down. The oldest and the youngest members of the family had left or retired for the evening but the party was swinging into high gear with those of us who were in the middle ground. Without children or grandparents to behave properly in front of, the drink flowed more rapidly and the laughter became more raucous.
I noticed my younger sister's boyfriend sitting off by himself at one of the many tables surrounding the dance floor. I couldn't quite figure out why they were together. He was smart, clever, funny, easygoing and very sexy. My sister, though breathtakingly beautiful was a self centered, spoiled drama queen. I sat next to him asking what had happened to my sister. Apparently she had to learn how to pace herself...he told me she had too much champagne and passed out already.
We sat and joked for a few minutes...at my sisters expense I'm afraid. I liked him. Always had liked him. In fact, if I were to be honest with myself, I was very attracted to him and secretly wished I had met him first. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him on to the dance floor. We were both a little more than tipsy ourselves and we laughed as we acted silly, dancing like Uma Thurman and John Travolta in Pulp Fiction.
We were breathless when the music changed to a slow ballad. Without missing a beat he took me into his arms and started swaying to the sexy beat. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me close. His cologne was a fresh clean scent and as I danced with him, I closed my eyes and breathed him in. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer. I let myself go... enjoying the warmth of him against me. I could feel my body reacting to being so close to him. My tits swelled against his chest, my nipples becoming hard under the light smooth fabric of my dress, a warmth spread through my abdomen and I felt an ache of desire causing a wetness in my silk panties. I leaned my pelvis into him and was pleasantly surprised to discover that his body was reacting to me as well.
The music switched again to a much faster beat and his arms gave me one more close squeeze as he whispered in my ear, asking if he could get me another drink. I accepted and made my way back to the table as he went in the other direction to the bar.
He returned with our drinks and sat next to me. We chatted easily for a few minutes then he started cracking jokes...doing impressions of family members - amazingly good impressions and hysterically funny. Laughing I put my hand on his lap as a way of telling him to stop... I couldn't catch my breath I was laughing so hard. Through my watering eyes, I noticed the bulge in his pants getting bigger and that familiar ache in my pussy returned. He did stop with the jokes but I instead of removing my hand I let it slide a little higher on his thigh. He leaned closer to me and I gave his thigh a small squeeze as he placed his hand on my bare leg.
My dress had a shorter hem and it rode up even higher as I uncrossed my legs, opening them slightly. His hand moved up my thigh, finding its way under my dress. His fingers caressed the crotch of my panties lightly. I let a soft moan escape my lips and I spread my legs a little wider as I moved my hand to the crotch of his trousers. He was so hard! I rubbed my palm against him through his pants as his fingers found their way under my panties. I gasped when I felt his finger enter me. I shifted slightly and spread my legs a little further opening myself more to him. We had stopped speaking completely, letting our hands do the communicating. He rubbed his palm against my clit as he added another finger to the one that was already fucking me. Oh god he felt good.
I unzipped his pants, slipping my hand in only to discover he wasn't wearing underwear! His cock was hard and smooth and I felt my way along his length. When I felt a drop of wetness on the head of his dick, my mouth began watering. I stole a quick glance around to see if anyone was watching us, then pulled away from his hand to slip under the table between his legs. I pulled his cock through the opening in his pants. My tongue went straight for his head to lick up the treat that was oozing from it. Opening my mouth wide, I breathed my hot breath over the wetness my tongue had created before taking him into my mouth and started sucking gently. My hand stroked his length, squeezing him as I my tongue wrapped around him and I continued to suck. My other hand slipped under my dress and into my underwear to touch myself.
My fingers pinched and rubbed my clit, and I imagined it was his tongue and mouth. My temperature rose and I moaned over his cock in my mouth, sliding my mouth down further, taking him deeper. He liked the sensation, he leaned slightly forward and put his hands in my soft hair. I could hear him taking slow deep breaths, trying to hold on to his self control. I pressed my tongue against his throbbing dick as I came back up to the head and flicked my tongue very lightly on the tip before moving back down and opening my throat to go deeper.
I knew he was close to cumming, his breathing was labored, his hands tangled themselves in my hair and he pulled slightly. I brought my mouth back to the tip again, giving him another flick of my tongue. I knew I had him and I sucked his head, stroking his cock faster. I removed my other hand from my panties and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. In that moment, I heard my dad's voice.
"Are you okay, bud?"
My head shot up like a bullet, just as he started to cum, shooting into my face. "Uh, yes sir," he managed, "I must have had a little too much to drink, I'm uh fine, uh really," he continued, stammering.
I was frozen under the table, my face dripping, using all my mental energy to will my dad away from the table.
"Well, take it easy son," my dad said as he moved on. "Don't overdo it."
"Uh, yes sir," he replied as he passed a linen napkin under the table to me. I wiped my face. He peeked under the table and held his hand out to me. "Coast is clear," he said as he helped me out from under the table with one hand and tucked his spent cock away with the other. Before helping me to my feet, he noticed a small drop of cum I'd missed on my chin. He wiped it from my face with his finger. I grabbed his hand, pulling his finger into my mouth and sucked. He moaned again. He helped me up and I sat back down next to him. He leaned over and breathed into my ear, "You are incredible, thank you. Can I come to your room later?"
I nodded and smiled. I could hardly wait....
Friday 27 April 2012
Wednesday 18 April 2012
Up and Away
The flight was running on schedule and I boarded the plane. I needed this vacation. I'd been working 12 hour days for the last 3 months. The economic recession had sent our corporation into crisis mode but our hard work had paid off. While other corporations were laying off workers by the thousands or folding altogether, we had held on. By changing our strategies and taking a new approach we had managed to hold on to most of our clientele and retain all our staff. I had earned this two weeks of fun and sun and I intended to enjoy every minute.
I left my business suits hanging in my closet and packed dresses, shorts, tanks and of course my bikini. For traveling I had chosen to wear my denim mini skirt and a clingy white tee with fringes on the bottom. The casual style made stockings unnecessary so my legs were bare and my 3" white slip on sandals accentuated my shapely exposed legs and my hot pink painted toenails...my toenails matched the color of my bikini.
I took my seat beside the window...I always chose a window seat. I loved to look down on the world as we traveled at 37000 feet. The topography of the land was like elaborate quiltwork as we flew over rural areas and cities looked like symetrical mazes. The seat beside me was still empty and as more passengers boarded the plane I tried to guess which one would be seated next to me. Normally on flights, my luck usually resulted in me sitting next to a crying baby or even better, someone who was terrified of flying. I didn't mind most times. I've always had a pretty calm resolve and could usually help settle the baby with a game of peek - a - boo or the poor petrified person beside me by distracting them with simple conversation unrelated to the flight. So I was surprised when the young mother with her baby continued down the aisle past my seat and then again when I noticed a young man with a sheen of perspiration on his forehead his eyes darting back and forth, seeming to be mentally checking the integrity of the plane moved past me.
My surprise turned to delight as a very attractive well dressed man stopped to check the seat number beside me against the boarding pass in his hand. He had a briefcase which he tucked away in the overhead compartment and then took his seat beside me. He gave me an easy smile, which I returned. With a few quick words I discovered he was traveling to Los Angeles on business. I would be catching a connecting flight in LA and traveling on to Mexico.
Our conversation was easy but I could feel a tension building in me. Even though I knew I was very attracted to this handsome stranger it still took me a minute to recognize the tension I was feeling was sexual. I had been so caught up in work lately and I couldn't remember the last time I had been intimate with a man. I crossed my legs and my already short skirt rode up a little higher on my smooth thigh. I was more than a little pleased when I noticed his eyes move to my legs. He looked back up into my eyes and said, "I can't quite believe my luck....I usually end up beside a crying baby or someone who is afraid to fly." I laughed.
The plane took off without incident and as we flew high above the ground I forgot all about my window and the scenery, totally captivated by my seat mate. We flirted openly and I soon found out he was as attracted to me as I was to him. I started to squirm in my seat and though I was going to head to the restroom, the squirming was not due to having to pee. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, asking if he was a member of the Mile High Club. He smiled and told me no, but he was very interested in joining if I would sponsor him.
"Meet me in the bathroom," I breathed into his ear. I stood and shimmied past him to make my way down the aisle to the restrooms. Stepping into one, I checked my makeup and hair in the mirror until I heard his soft knock at the door. I was so fucking excited! My panties were already moist in anticipation of his touch. I opened the door and made room in the tight space for him to join me.
He immediately took me in his arms pulling me close to him as his mouth came down on mine. His kisses were soft to begin with, his tongue exploring my lips and my mouth but as I responded to him...my temperature rising, my body pressing harder into his, they soon became hungrier and more urgent. One arm held me close, his hand tangled in my hair at the back of my neck and holding my chest tightly against his while his other hand slipped under my skirt, his finger caressing the crotch of my panties as his hand cupped my ass and squeezed. My arms were around his neck and I ran my fingers through his thick soft hair as I sucked his tongue. I could feel his hard on growing in his pants against my abdomen and I suddenly, urgently needed to touch him. My hands moved from his hair, down his chest, over his ribs to his waistband. My fingers deftly unfastening his pants so I could reach in and take his large and very hard cock into my small soft hand. As I squeezed and stroked his wonderfully smooth hard cock his kisses moved from my mouth to my neck and his hands moved to my tee shirt. I let go of him briefly as he pulled my tee over my head. I removed my bra and let it fall to the floor on top of my tee, as he dropped his pants and underwear down his thighs.
His hands and mouth moved immediately to my swollen tits, my nipples hard rose nubs. His hands squeezed both my tits as his mouth moved back and forth from one nipple to the other. His wet tongue and mouth soothed the itch my nipples were feeling from my rising passion. His nibbling and sucking sent an ache straight to my wet cunt. I felt his hard smooth dick rubbing against my thigh and my pussy began to spasm, clenching and releasing in anticipation of being fucked. I pushed my pelvis into him as I held on to his head, holding his mouth to my tit. His lips and tongue continued to send shivers up and down my spine, licking, nibbling and sucking on my nipple but when he put his hand under my skirt and into my panties, shoving two of his fingers inside me, the shivers went straight to the top of my head and caused my back to arch and my head to fall back. I let a moan escape as I squeezed his fingers with my cunt, rocking my hips back and forth.
He moved his mouth up, his hot breath on my chest, on my neck, in my ear when he whispered, "You are so fucking wet baby."
He pulled his wet fingers out of me and spread my juices over me, rubbing my pussy lips and clit, sending my cunt back into spasms. He pushed his fingers deep inside me again and as he stroked the soft inner walls of my cunt, he moved behind me. His other hand lifted my skirt to my waist and pulled my panties down past my hips and let them fall down my legs. I lifted one leg out of my panties and spread my legs, giving him easier access to replace his fingers with his long, thick, smooth cock.
I stood in front of the mirror, my hands on either side, closed my eyes and braced myself as his cock stretched my pussy open to accommodate him. I caught my breath sharply and stood on my toes, a light sheen of perspiration breaking out on my heated skin as he continued to move deeper inside me. My pussy began to spasm around his cock as he started to slowly move in and out of me. He rocked his hips against my ass, his hands on my legs, as his fingers stroked the soft skin of my inner thighs. I rocked my pelvis in time with him, fucking him back.
"Oh yeah, baby, fuck me," he moaned in my ear. "You're such a hot fucking dirty girl, baby....rock my world and fuck me!"
I rocked my hips harder against him, lifting my ass and grunting each time he thrust into me. His balls slapped against my clit, making the pleasure of his cock filling my pussy increase twofold. My pussy clenched tighter around his dick and he moved one hand to my clit, rubbing hard and the other to my tit, squeezing equally as hard. I started to shake, and I leaned my head back against him moaning loudly.
"Open your eyes," he demanded. "I want to see your eyes when you cum, baby."
I opened my eyes to see him watching me in the mirror. I stared into his eyes through glazed eyes of my own...the blood left my head, leaving me dizzy as my cunt clenched tightly around his thrusting cock, my back arching, pressing my chest and my cunt harder into his expert hands. I cried out as I came and he moved his hands to my hips squeezed tightly as he thrust deeper and harder into my quivering and spasming pussy.
"OH FUCK, YEAH!" he cried with his final thrusts before exploding deep inside me, mixing his own juices with mine.
When the blood returned to our heads we cleaned and redressed quickly. By the time we both returned to our seats the flight was nearly over. He left the plane in LA and I never saw him again. As I sat back in my seat, the flight destined for Mexico, the baby in her young mother's lap in the seat beside me already starting to fuss, I smiled and tried to remember the last time I had felt this relaxed.
I left my business suits hanging in my closet and packed dresses, shorts, tanks and of course my bikini. For traveling I had chosen to wear my denim mini skirt and a clingy white tee with fringes on the bottom. The casual style made stockings unnecessary so my legs were bare and my 3" white slip on sandals accentuated my shapely exposed legs and my hot pink painted toenails...my toenails matched the color of my bikini.
I took my seat beside the window...I always chose a window seat. I loved to look down on the world as we traveled at 37000 feet. The topography of the land was like elaborate quiltwork as we flew over rural areas and cities looked like symetrical mazes. The seat beside me was still empty and as more passengers boarded the plane I tried to guess which one would be seated next to me. Normally on flights, my luck usually resulted in me sitting next to a crying baby or even better, someone who was terrified of flying. I didn't mind most times. I've always had a pretty calm resolve and could usually help settle the baby with a game of peek - a - boo or the poor petrified person beside me by distracting them with simple conversation unrelated to the flight. So I was surprised when the young mother with her baby continued down the aisle past my seat and then again when I noticed a young man with a sheen of perspiration on his forehead his eyes darting back and forth, seeming to be mentally checking the integrity of the plane moved past me.
My surprise turned to delight as a very attractive well dressed man stopped to check the seat number beside me against the boarding pass in his hand. He had a briefcase which he tucked away in the overhead compartment and then took his seat beside me. He gave me an easy smile, which I returned. With a few quick words I discovered he was traveling to Los Angeles on business. I would be catching a connecting flight in LA and traveling on to Mexico.
Our conversation was easy but I could feel a tension building in me. Even though I knew I was very attracted to this handsome stranger it still took me a minute to recognize the tension I was feeling was sexual. I had been so caught up in work lately and I couldn't remember the last time I had been intimate with a man. I crossed my legs and my already short skirt rode up a little higher on my smooth thigh. I was more than a little pleased when I noticed his eyes move to my legs. He looked back up into my eyes and said, "I can't quite believe my luck....I usually end up beside a crying baby or someone who is afraid to fly." I laughed.
The plane took off without incident and as we flew high above the ground I forgot all about my window and the scenery, totally captivated by my seat mate. We flirted openly and I soon found out he was as attracted to me as I was to him. I started to squirm in my seat and though I was going to head to the restroom, the squirming was not due to having to pee. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, asking if he was a member of the Mile High Club. He smiled and told me no, but he was very interested in joining if I would sponsor him.
"Meet me in the bathroom," I breathed into his ear. I stood and shimmied past him to make my way down the aisle to the restrooms. Stepping into one, I checked my makeup and hair in the mirror until I heard his soft knock at the door. I was so fucking excited! My panties were already moist in anticipation of his touch. I opened the door and made room in the tight space for him to join me.
He immediately took me in his arms pulling me close to him as his mouth came down on mine. His kisses were soft to begin with, his tongue exploring my lips and my mouth but as I responded to him...my temperature rising, my body pressing harder into his, they soon became hungrier and more urgent. One arm held me close, his hand tangled in my hair at the back of my neck and holding my chest tightly against his while his other hand slipped under my skirt, his finger caressing the crotch of my panties as his hand cupped my ass and squeezed. My arms were around his neck and I ran my fingers through his thick soft hair as I sucked his tongue. I could feel his hard on growing in his pants against my abdomen and I suddenly, urgently needed to touch him. My hands moved from his hair, down his chest, over his ribs to his waistband. My fingers deftly unfastening his pants so I could reach in and take his large and very hard cock into my small soft hand. As I squeezed and stroked his wonderfully smooth hard cock his kisses moved from my mouth to my neck and his hands moved to my tee shirt. I let go of him briefly as he pulled my tee over my head. I removed my bra and let it fall to the floor on top of my tee, as he dropped his pants and underwear down his thighs.
His hands and mouth moved immediately to my swollen tits, my nipples hard rose nubs. His hands squeezed both my tits as his mouth moved back and forth from one nipple to the other. His wet tongue and mouth soothed the itch my nipples were feeling from my rising passion. His nibbling and sucking sent an ache straight to my wet cunt. I felt his hard smooth dick rubbing against my thigh and my pussy began to spasm, clenching and releasing in anticipation of being fucked. I pushed my pelvis into him as I held on to his head, holding his mouth to my tit. His lips and tongue continued to send shivers up and down my spine, licking, nibbling and sucking on my nipple but when he put his hand under my skirt and into my panties, shoving two of his fingers inside me, the shivers went straight to the top of my head and caused my back to arch and my head to fall back. I let a moan escape as I squeezed his fingers with my cunt, rocking my hips back and forth.
He moved his mouth up, his hot breath on my chest, on my neck, in my ear when he whispered, "You are so fucking wet baby."
He pulled his wet fingers out of me and spread my juices over me, rubbing my pussy lips and clit, sending my cunt back into spasms. He pushed his fingers deep inside me again and as he stroked the soft inner walls of my cunt, he moved behind me. His other hand lifted my skirt to my waist and pulled my panties down past my hips and let them fall down my legs. I lifted one leg out of my panties and spread my legs, giving him easier access to replace his fingers with his long, thick, smooth cock.
I stood in front of the mirror, my hands on either side, closed my eyes and braced myself as his cock stretched my pussy open to accommodate him. I caught my breath sharply and stood on my toes, a light sheen of perspiration breaking out on my heated skin as he continued to move deeper inside me. My pussy began to spasm around his cock as he started to slowly move in and out of me. He rocked his hips against my ass, his hands on my legs, as his fingers stroked the soft skin of my inner thighs. I rocked my pelvis in time with him, fucking him back.
"Oh yeah, baby, fuck me," he moaned in my ear. "You're such a hot fucking dirty girl, baby....rock my world and fuck me!"
I rocked my hips harder against him, lifting my ass and grunting each time he thrust into me. His balls slapped against my clit, making the pleasure of his cock filling my pussy increase twofold. My pussy clenched tighter around his dick and he moved one hand to my clit, rubbing hard and the other to my tit, squeezing equally as hard. I started to shake, and I leaned my head back against him moaning loudly.
"Open your eyes," he demanded. "I want to see your eyes when you cum, baby."
I opened my eyes to see him watching me in the mirror. I stared into his eyes through glazed eyes of my own...the blood left my head, leaving me dizzy as my cunt clenched tightly around his thrusting cock, my back arching, pressing my chest and my cunt harder into his expert hands. I cried out as I came and he moved his hands to my hips squeezed tightly as he thrust deeper and harder into my quivering and spasming pussy.
"OH FUCK, YEAH!" he cried with his final thrusts before exploding deep inside me, mixing his own juices with mine.
When the blood returned to our heads we cleaned and redressed quickly. By the time we both returned to our seats the flight was nearly over. He left the plane in LA and I never saw him again. As I sat back in my seat, the flight destined for Mexico, the baby in her young mother's lap in the seat beside me already starting to fuss, I smiled and tried to remember the last time I had felt this relaxed.
Wednesday 11 April 2012
Customer Service
It was so dead today. My shift was dragging. I much preferred it when the store was busy. I didn't mind the pressure of long line ups at the tills. Or the piles of clothes that would need to be returned to their proper departments. The fitting rooms were located in the lingerie department....my department. And when it was busy, we were run off our feet whether the customers were buying lingerie or not. A busy shift meant a fast shift and I loved it when the time flew by. On really busy days I would go home dead tired but I found that these slower shifts were brutal. The time dragged on and on making minutes seem like hours.
I was killing time dusting off display racks when a very handsome man, looking very out of place came into the department.
"Hi there," I said to him as I approached. "Is there something I can help you find?" I smiled my best smile. He was very attractive. He smiled back and my heart skipped a beat.
"I would really appreciate some help," he said. "I'm looking for a gift but I'm not sure what to get." I was really hoping it was a gift for his mother, not a girlfriend or wife. "Something sexy for my wife." My heart dropped but I was still grateful to have something to do other than dusting and he was very attractive....this could still be fun.
"Well, you came to the right place for sexy," I answered him, leading him further into the department.
"Yes I did," he answered smoothly. My back was to him so I was unsure if he was referring to the racks of lingerie or my own rack. I did get many compliments about my slim figure and I was wearing one of my shorter skirts today exposing my shapely legs atop my high heels. I felt a warmth spreading through my abdomen and I hoped he was referring to me.
"Were you thinking more of a sexy negligee or daytime underwear," I asked. "We have quite a variety of both."
"This is nice," he said, stopping at a rack of bra and panty sets. He was looking at a black bra with red piping and a red lace thong with black ribbons. "Good choice," I said. "Very sexy! Do you know her size?"
"She's about your size," he said. Men always said that when asked. It didn't matter which sales associate was helping them....their girlfriend, wife or mother was always "about your size." It was quite funny and I couldn't help but smile. "I just wish I could tell how it will look on her," he finished.
I took a look around the deserted department and decided to have a little fun with this handsome stranger. I had recently become single myself and I was enjoying the way my body was reacting to this man.
"I could model it for you, if you really need to see it on," I replied. "You know, considering I'm her size...."
"I would really appreciate that," he said playing along. He had a glint in his eye and a playful smile that told me that he knew modeling lingerie was outside of our sales associate job description. I grabbed my size from the rack and led him into the fitting rooms. He stood outside the door while I quickly undressed and put the bra and panty set on. I left my black sheer stockings on along with my black spiked heels. I opened the door.
He jaw dropped and he had a very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. "What do you think?" I asked as I spun around in front of him giving him full view of my firm round ass in the red thong. I kept my back to him and watched him in the mirror as he looked me over. When I turned back to him, the bulge in his pants had grown even more.
"Very sexy," he croaked out between his dry lips. He had a thin sheen of perspiration on his forehead and he was slightly shaking.
I was having fun teasing him, so I turned back to the mirror and said, "Yes, it is! It's even turning me on!" I ran my hands up my body from my thighs to my tits, pushing them up and giving them a squeeze. He stepped into the small fitting room with me and closed the door. I leaned back into him and his hands took over where mine left off. He leaned down kissing my neck and shoulder, his hands fondling my tits as his hard on pressed into my ass through his pants. I was standing with my feet about shoulder distance apart so my legs were open when he moved his hand down to the crotch of the red thong, discovering that I was wet. He moaned and started grinding against my ass as he watched himself fondling me in the mirror. I caught his eye and licked my lips giving him a wicked smile. I turned in his arms, facing him, my hands busy unbuckling his belt and then undoing his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. His huge hard on was straining against his boxer briefs. I pulled his waistband out and down setting him free and sank to my knees as I tugged his underwear to join his trousers at his ankles. He shifted slightly to the side, so the mirror was to his side instead of in front of him. I moved with him, realizing he wanted to watch his cock go into my mouth in the mirror.
I started with his balls. As I stroked his massive hard on with one hand, I took his balls, one at a time, into my mouth, teabagging each one as he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair. He watched in the mirror as I ran my tongue from the base of his dick to the very tip to lick up the hot creamy treat he already had waiting for me. I let my tits brush against his thighs as I teased him with my tongue and lips, kissing and licking before taking him into my hot wet mouth.
My soft lips puckered around his throbbing cock, moved up and down his length as my hand stroked in unison. He wrapped his fingers tighter into my hair and watched in the mirror as I sucked, licked and stroked his cock. I used my other hand to caress and squeeze his tightening balls gently. I opened my throat to take him deeper into my mouth, my eyes watering.
His breathing became very labored and the muscles in his thighs clenched and tightened. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he exclaimed. As he emptied his load into my mouth his knees buckled slightly and he leaned back against the fitting room wall. I swallowed 3 times to ensure I got every drop before setting his cock free from my sucking mouth.
I stood up and twirled one more time in front of him as he caught his breath. "So what do you think?" I asked as I checked out the sexy lingerie I was wearing in the mirror.
"I'll take it." he answered pulling up his underwear and pants. He left the fitting room and stood outside the door as I changed back into my own underwear and clothes. I had the bra and panties in my hand and was thinking it was a good thing I liked this set...I'd have to purchase it myself considering my juices were lining the crotch of the pretty red thong.
"I'll just grab you a fresh set from the rack," I said to him when I came out.
"No," he said pointing to the bra and panty set in my hand, "I want that one." I'll give my wife the bra. I plan to keep the panties as a little souvenir of my shopping experience."
I smiled and rang through his purchase. I wrapped the bra in tissue and placed it in a shopping bag. He picked up the panties from the counter brought them to his face and inhaled deeply before slipping them into his jacket pocket. My manager approached the desk just as he was turning to leave.
"Thank you for your patronage," my manager said to him as he left the desk.
"This sales lady just gave me the best service I've ever received in a store," he said smiling at my manager.
"She's one of our best!" my manager replied.
"Yes," he agreed. "She is!" He left the store and I checked my watch. I smiled. That had killed some time....my shift was nearly over.
I was killing time dusting off display racks when a very handsome man, looking very out of place came into the department.
"Hi there," I said to him as I approached. "Is there something I can help you find?" I smiled my best smile. He was very attractive. He smiled back and my heart skipped a beat.
"I would really appreciate some help," he said. "I'm looking for a gift but I'm not sure what to get." I was really hoping it was a gift for his mother, not a girlfriend or wife. "Something sexy for my wife." My heart dropped but I was still grateful to have something to do other than dusting and he was very attractive....this could still be fun.
"Well, you came to the right place for sexy," I answered him, leading him further into the department.
"Yes I did," he answered smoothly. My back was to him so I was unsure if he was referring to the racks of lingerie or my own rack. I did get many compliments about my slim figure and I was wearing one of my shorter skirts today exposing my shapely legs atop my high heels. I felt a warmth spreading through my abdomen and I hoped he was referring to me.
"Were you thinking more of a sexy negligee or daytime underwear," I asked. "We have quite a variety of both."
"This is nice," he said, stopping at a rack of bra and panty sets. He was looking at a black bra with red piping and a red lace thong with black ribbons. "Good choice," I said. "Very sexy! Do you know her size?"
"She's about your size," he said. Men always said that when asked. It didn't matter which sales associate was helping them....their girlfriend, wife or mother was always "about your size." It was quite funny and I couldn't help but smile. "I just wish I could tell how it will look on her," he finished.
I took a look around the deserted department and decided to have a little fun with this handsome stranger. I had recently become single myself and I was enjoying the way my body was reacting to this man.
"I could model it for you, if you really need to see it on," I replied. "You know, considering I'm her size...."
"I would really appreciate that," he said playing along. He had a glint in his eye and a playful smile that told me that he knew modeling lingerie was outside of our sales associate job description. I grabbed my size from the rack and led him into the fitting rooms. He stood outside the door while I quickly undressed and put the bra and panty set on. I left my black sheer stockings on along with my black spiked heels. I opened the door.
He jaw dropped and he had a very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. "What do you think?" I asked as I spun around in front of him giving him full view of my firm round ass in the red thong. I kept my back to him and watched him in the mirror as he looked me over. When I turned back to him, the bulge in his pants had grown even more.
"Very sexy," he croaked out between his dry lips. He had a thin sheen of perspiration on his forehead and he was slightly shaking.
I was having fun teasing him, so I turned back to the mirror and said, "Yes, it is! It's even turning me on!" I ran my hands up my body from my thighs to my tits, pushing them up and giving them a squeeze. He stepped into the small fitting room with me and closed the door. I leaned back into him and his hands took over where mine left off. He leaned down kissing my neck and shoulder, his hands fondling my tits as his hard on pressed into my ass through his pants. I was standing with my feet about shoulder distance apart so my legs were open when he moved his hand down to the crotch of the red thong, discovering that I was wet. He moaned and started grinding against my ass as he watched himself fondling me in the mirror. I caught his eye and licked my lips giving him a wicked smile. I turned in his arms, facing him, my hands busy unbuckling his belt and then undoing his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. His huge hard on was straining against his boxer briefs. I pulled his waistband out and down setting him free and sank to my knees as I tugged his underwear to join his trousers at his ankles. He shifted slightly to the side, so the mirror was to his side instead of in front of him. I moved with him, realizing he wanted to watch his cock go into my mouth in the mirror.
I started with his balls. As I stroked his massive hard on with one hand, I took his balls, one at a time, into my mouth, teabagging each one as he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair. He watched in the mirror as I ran my tongue from the base of his dick to the very tip to lick up the hot creamy treat he already had waiting for me. I let my tits brush against his thighs as I teased him with my tongue and lips, kissing and licking before taking him into my hot wet mouth.
My soft lips puckered around his throbbing cock, moved up and down his length as my hand stroked in unison. He wrapped his fingers tighter into my hair and watched in the mirror as I sucked, licked and stroked his cock. I used my other hand to caress and squeeze his tightening balls gently. I opened my throat to take him deeper into my mouth, my eyes watering.
His breathing became very labored and the muscles in his thighs clenched and tightened. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he exclaimed. As he emptied his load into my mouth his knees buckled slightly and he leaned back against the fitting room wall. I swallowed 3 times to ensure I got every drop before setting his cock free from my sucking mouth.
I stood up and twirled one more time in front of him as he caught his breath. "So what do you think?" I asked as I checked out the sexy lingerie I was wearing in the mirror.
"I'll take it." he answered pulling up his underwear and pants. He left the fitting room and stood outside the door as I changed back into my own underwear and clothes. I had the bra and panties in my hand and was thinking it was a good thing I liked this set...I'd have to purchase it myself considering my juices were lining the crotch of the pretty red thong.
"I'll just grab you a fresh set from the rack," I said to him when I came out.
"No," he said pointing to the bra and panty set in my hand, "I want that one." I'll give my wife the bra. I plan to keep the panties as a little souvenir of my shopping experience."
I smiled and rang through his purchase. I wrapped the bra in tissue and placed it in a shopping bag. He picked up the panties from the counter brought them to his face and inhaled deeply before slipping them into his jacket pocket. My manager approached the desk just as he was turning to leave.
"Thank you for your patronage," my manager said to him as he left the desk.
"This sales lady just gave me the best service I've ever received in a store," he said smiling at my manager.
"She's one of our best!" my manager replied.
"Yes," he agreed. "She is!" He left the store and I checked my watch. I smiled. That had killed some time....my shift was nearly over.
Wednesday 4 April 2012
Good Morning
I felt the sun on my shoulder. It was as warm as the masculine arm curled around me and the steady exhalation of breath that I felt on the back of my neck. I loved waking up this way, with his arms around me. I wanted to stay here, so I didn't move, letting wakefulness come to me slowly and not disturbing his sleep.
He was spooning me from behind and I smiled as I felt his morning hard on growing against my bare ass, his dick waking up before he did. I loved having sex first thing in the morning. Especially on the weekends when it was the sun and not the alarm clock that woke me. My body was relaxed and rested and the thought of his hands moving over my body was more than enough to get me in the mood. I wiggled my ass against him, my nipples hardening with the thought of having his smooth hard cock buried deep inside me.
I stretched against him, lifting my arm back above my head to rest my hand on the back of his neck, my chest rising above the sheet covering us exposing my small firm tits. His hair at the nape of his neck was moist with sweat from the morning sun. My shoulder met his lips. He drew in a deep breath, starting to waken and he kissed me, his tongue tasting the salt on my sun drenched shoulder. I pushed my ass back harder into him, letting him know that I'd be easy if he was looking to get lucky. He rocked his pelvis, rubbing his now very hard cock against the crack of my ass as his hand moved up my ribcage to cup my tit, squeezing my nipple between his fingers.
I moaned, stretching my head back under his. His mouth moved over my neck and shoulder as I arched my back, pushing my tit harder into his hand and my ass into his dick. He gave my breast one more squeeze before moving it down my body and across my ass cheek to spread open my pussy lips as he lined the head of his cock with the slight opening of my cunt.
My outer lips were still dry and he forced himself into me, causing a sting in my pussy that made me inhale sharply. Once the head of his cock was inside me though, he found my pool of warm juices and as he slowly moved in and out of me, he became more lubricated. His strokes were smooth and slow and the sting that I had originally felt was replaced by a different ache.
I moaned and arched my back further, rocking my pelvis slowly meeting his strokes, squeezing his cock with the firm yet soft muscles of my cunt. He whispered in my ear, "Mmmmmm, baby you feel so fucking good, so hot..." His hand moved from my hip back up to my tits, fondling, squeezing and pinching as he continued to rock his hips slowly against my ass. His lips were still moving over me placing light soft kisses on my neck and shoulder and causing my skin to break in goosebumps.
His hand moved down over my abdomen to my thigh, pulling it back over his, spreading my legs before moving back to my cunt to apply pressure to the exposed hard nub of my clit.
Whispering in my ear again he said, "Do you like this baby? Tell me how much you like it when I touch you here."
"Oh god baby, yes!" I answered, my voice husky with passion. "Oh baby, you make me feel so good. I love having your hands on my body." My hand moved down to cover and caress his as he stroked my clit, his hard throbbing cock moving in and out of my hot wet pussy.
My skin was on fire with the passion he had built in me and I could feel the pressure of my orgasm building as he continued to stroke me with his hand and his cock. I leaned my torso forward, bracing myself on my elbow to give me more leverage to rock my pelvis against him, increasing the force and the speed of our strokes.
He grasped my hip once again, driving himself deeper into me...taking my cue and increasing his speed as well. As I rocked my hips, I reached between my legs to put pressure on my clit, increasing my ecstasy. His tightening balls brushed against my fingers as we continued to rock against each other and I felt dizzy as the blood left my head, fueling my orgasm.
I pressed my cunt hard against him as it spasmed around his hard throbbing cock, my juices flowing over him. I reached further between my legs to caress and gently squeeze his balls encouraging him to cum with me. And cum with me he did! He gave one final thrust, giving me all his cock. He moaned as he stiffened, squeezing my hip hard and emptying himself, shooting his load so deep inside of me, I could almost taste it.
I fell back against him and he wrapped his arm around me holding me tight, his cock still buried in my warm pussy. He raised himself on his elbow and leaned over me. He kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Good morning, beautiful."
He was spooning me from behind and I smiled as I felt his morning hard on growing against my bare ass, his dick waking up before he did. I loved having sex first thing in the morning. Especially on the weekends when it was the sun and not the alarm clock that woke me. My body was relaxed and rested and the thought of his hands moving over my body was more than enough to get me in the mood. I wiggled my ass against him, my nipples hardening with the thought of having his smooth hard cock buried deep inside me.
I stretched against him, lifting my arm back above my head to rest my hand on the back of his neck, my chest rising above the sheet covering us exposing my small firm tits. His hair at the nape of his neck was moist with sweat from the morning sun. My shoulder met his lips. He drew in a deep breath, starting to waken and he kissed me, his tongue tasting the salt on my sun drenched shoulder. I pushed my ass back harder into him, letting him know that I'd be easy if he was looking to get lucky. He rocked his pelvis, rubbing his now very hard cock against the crack of my ass as his hand moved up my ribcage to cup my tit, squeezing my nipple between his fingers.
I moaned, stretching my head back under his. His mouth moved over my neck and shoulder as I arched my back, pushing my tit harder into his hand and my ass into his dick. He gave my breast one more squeeze before moving it down my body and across my ass cheek to spread open my pussy lips as he lined the head of his cock with the slight opening of my cunt.
My outer lips were still dry and he forced himself into me, causing a sting in my pussy that made me inhale sharply. Once the head of his cock was inside me though, he found my pool of warm juices and as he slowly moved in and out of me, he became more lubricated. His strokes were smooth and slow and the sting that I had originally felt was replaced by a different ache.
I moaned and arched my back further, rocking my pelvis slowly meeting his strokes, squeezing his cock with the firm yet soft muscles of my cunt. He whispered in my ear, "Mmmmmm, baby you feel so fucking good, so hot..." His hand moved from my hip back up to my tits, fondling, squeezing and pinching as he continued to rock his hips slowly against my ass. His lips were still moving over me placing light soft kisses on my neck and shoulder and causing my skin to break in goosebumps.
His hand moved down over my abdomen to my thigh, pulling it back over his, spreading my legs before moving back to my cunt to apply pressure to the exposed hard nub of my clit.
Whispering in my ear again he said, "Do you like this baby? Tell me how much you like it when I touch you here."
"Oh god baby, yes!" I answered, my voice husky with passion. "Oh baby, you make me feel so good. I love having your hands on my body." My hand moved down to cover and caress his as he stroked my clit, his hard throbbing cock moving in and out of my hot wet pussy.
My skin was on fire with the passion he had built in me and I could feel the pressure of my orgasm building as he continued to stroke me with his hand and his cock. I leaned my torso forward, bracing myself on my elbow to give me more leverage to rock my pelvis against him, increasing the force and the speed of our strokes.
He grasped my hip once again, driving himself deeper into me...taking my cue and increasing his speed as well. As I rocked my hips, I reached between my legs to put pressure on my clit, increasing my ecstasy. His tightening balls brushed against my fingers as we continued to rock against each other and I felt dizzy as the blood left my head, fueling my orgasm.
I pressed my cunt hard against him as it spasmed around his hard throbbing cock, my juices flowing over him. I reached further between my legs to caress and gently squeeze his balls encouraging him to cum with me. And cum with me he did! He gave one final thrust, giving me all his cock. He moaned as he stiffened, squeezing my hip hard and emptying himself, shooting his load so deep inside of me, I could almost taste it.
I fell back against him and he wrapped his arm around me holding me tight, his cock still buried in my warm pussy. He raised himself on his elbow and leaned over me. He kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Good morning, beautiful."
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