Retail Therapy

The blue sweater would match my sister’s eyes perfectly I thought, as I reached for it. Oblivious to anything but my need to get this gift quickly on my lunch break I didn’t know anyone was there until my fingers brushed another’s, static sparks zapping us both. I looked up shocked and based on his startled expression he was just as surprised. Shopping always put me in a trance, singularly focused to get in, get done, get out! Of course, I also liked to do everything last minute and with my sister’s birthday today I was scrambling to get something before dinner tonight. 

“Shit, sorry,” I exclaim, pulling my hand back.

Yy eyes moving up as he stood to his full height. Whoa! He was tall. Cute too, as I take in dark hair, curling around nibble worthy ears. Bright brown eyes sparkled with humour, framed by dark glasses and soft lips peeking out from a full beard. I smile, what I hope is a flirty smile, and not one of a besotted sop.

“That was some spark between us, huh?” He asks. 

“Oh yeah, shot right through my body,” I laugh, with a wink. 

His eyes widen a bit as his smile broadens, “Really?” 

Blushing, I drop my eyes. Fuck. Now what do I say?! Why did I say that?! I’m not a flirty person. Why did I wink? I’m not even good at winking! 

“Wonder if we can make it happen again?” He questions as he reaches for my hand. 

His fingers wrapped around mine, no spark, but there was definitely a thrill coursing through me. I stared hypnotized as he raises my hand to his mouth, flipping it palm up and dropping a kiss. I stop breathing as his lips take in the tip of my thumb and he nips the tip. I swear everyone can hear the sound of my heart, on the precipice of exploding out of my chest. Desire, pure as summer rain, pools at my core and I’m pretty sure I’ll need to change panties when I get back to the office.

Chuckling, he steps back, “You okay?” he asks quietly, dropping my hand.

Letting out a shaky breath, ready to reply with a witty remark, but none came and I opted for truth instead, “That was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

“Oh?” He asks, raising one eyebrow and leaning in, “We could make this sexier.” Lips hovering next to my ear, “How about we find a change room and see if I can make your whole body blush?”

Startled by the boldness I search his face for signs of teasing. Eyes dark with need and a wicked twist to his lips tell me he’s completely serious. Damn if the idea wasn’t a straight zing to my clit. Contemplating for 2.3 seconds I grab the sweater and lead the way to the back. I made sure to add an extra sway to my hips as I following the signs to the change rooms. The store was busy so the attendants barely gave a glance as I held up the shirt and headed to a room. Glancing around I see most doors closed and people milling about. This would be tricky, but fuck it, it was happening. Near the end is an open door and thankfully next to it is one that says ‘Out of Order’, the door missing the handle. 

I glance back and find him right behind me. In a low voice he instructs me, “Go in, change into the shirt and come out to show me. Make it look like we’re together.”

Nodding, I head into the room, closing the door behind me. Swallowing hard I take a deep breath, holy fuck this was happening. The dampness between my thighs increases. I squeeze my thighs together, putting pressure on my swelling clit and let out a small groan. Whipping off my shirt I scramble into the sweater. In my haste to get my freak on I didn’t pay attention to the label and it was too big. Since this wasn’t a sweater I had planned to buy for me it wasn’t a big deal, but it was still too large for my sister too. I was swimming in the material.

I open the door, smirking as I struck a pose, modeling the ill fitting top. Chuckling, he twirled his finger, getting me to spin around. When I came back around to face him he stepped into the room, backing me against the mirror. The carefree smile was gone, replaced with a wolfish one that begged the question ‘what did I taste like?’

A soft click echoed as the door closed behind him. Silence enveloped us, cutting off the sounds of other shoppers.

“Take it off,” he growled, watching me, “Take everything off.”

Fumbling a bit, nerves catching up with me, I pull the shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor. Shyly hesitant at first I slowly unclasped the bra and slid it off my shoulders, one arm covering my breasts as it joined the sweater. Reality crashed in with the drop of the bra as I realized I was half naked in a change room with a complete stranger. A hot stranger, but a stranger nonetheless. I look up, seeing the expression of desire across his features as he pulls my arm away, exposing me. Nipples hardening in the chilled air I try to scramble some confidence and meet his gaze but he’s too busy staring at the soft mounds.

“Fuck,” he says softly, hands cupping as he lowers his mouth to a nipple, sucking and nipping at the sensitive nub.

I let out a moan and he quickly covers my mouth with his, stifling the noise. Eyes sharp he whispers, “Ssh. I bought us some time by moving the out of order sign to our door. Once someone realizes the mistake we won’t have much time. I want to enjoy every moment we have enjoying you.”

Nodding, I press my lips together as his mouth returns to my nipples, sucking first one then the other into his mouth. Pushing them together he sucks both at the same time. Seeing his mouth work magic with my breasts brings me close to passions crescendo. Squeezing my thighs together it takes so much control not to make a sound. My hands bury in his hair and I close my eyes to the sensations of his lips and the pressure between my legs.  As he focuses on one nipple his hands undo my pants pushing them down, his fingers parting my lips.

“Fuck girl, you’re so wet already.” 

“I know,” was my only response as I pushed his head from my breasts to my pussy. The arousal was too much and I needed to come. 

Taking my cue he knelt down, helping me out of my pants, spreading my pussy wide and diving in. His tongue licks from hole to clit and my knees damn near buckle. I’m so wet that soon his beard is shiny as his fingers probe the tightness. He lifts one leg over his shoulder to gain better access and between his tongue cirlcing my clit and this thumb sliding in and out I’m coming within seconds, biting my lip as the orgasm crashes over me. His tongue replaces his thumb as he licks up the mess he made. Standing he kisses me, tongue going deep as I taste myself on his lips. I know we don’t have much time before someone comes knocking on the door so as he continues to kiss me I undo his pants, pushing them down as far as I can without breaking our lips. He was a very good kisser. My hand slides over the front finding his erect cock and I could tell he was both long and thick.

Breaking the kiss I slid down his body, pulling pants and briefs down with me. His cock was even more magnificent than I thought. If there was the opportunity I would love to give him a longer blow job, but time was not on our side. Sucking him into my mouth I worked him hard and fast. Hand wrapped tightly around the base, stroking as I sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could. Spitting on his cock I let my hand work the whole shaft as I look up to see his expression. He’s watching intently, the control to not explode all over my face tight around his eyes. He looked so damn hot standing over me. Grabbing the back of my head he pulls me up, spins me around and bends me over. 

Oh my, I forgot about the mirror. My hands brace on the wall as I watch him in the reflection. His hands run over my ass, cupping and slapping it softly. Spreading my pussy with one hand he guides his cock in with the other. He moves slowly, knowing his size and allowing me to adapt to the thick invasion. When he’s fully in he looks into the mirror and our eyes lock. This was way hotter than the palm kiss. 

One hand on my hip the other wraps around my neck and pulls me up, “Are you going to watch me fuck you?” he whispers into my ear. 

Nodding, I push my hips back into him, encouraging him. Time was of the essence and damn, I wanted more orgasms. 

“Minx,” he chuckles and moves his hand from my throat to my mouth, “Can’t have you alerting the staff.”

Groaning, I squeeze my pussy around his cock. His sharp inhale is the only warning I get before he starts thrusting. His hand on my mouth muffled the sounds I couldn’t stop making as I came quickly, his cock stretching and hit every nerve in my cunt. 

“Play with your clit,” he whispered, strain audible in his voice. He was close but like a gentleman he wanted to see me well serviced first. 

Watching his cock slap in and out of my slit I rub my swollen clit with one hand and pinch my nipple with the other. I come hard as my eyes catch his and I see the cracks in his control. He gives a quick nod and I surprisngly understood what he wanted. His hand lets go of my mouth, the only thing holding me up, I catch myself on the mirror. Moving quickly I slip off his cock and drop to my knees. I turn towards him just as he’s coming, the sticky liquid hitting my face, my lips and my chest. Licking around my mouth I capture as much of him as I can. Fuck me, he tastes as good as he looks. I look up at him and the intensity in which he is watching me catches my breath. He bends down and licks the cum off the corner of my mouth and plunges his tongue into my mouth. 

Gahtdamn this boy was fucking sexy as hell, I think, as he helps me up, handing me my clothes and with haste we redress ourselves. A semblance of propriety returns as our pants zip and shirts tucked in. Bending down he hands me the way too large sweater, hands once again brushing against each other, static once again causing sparks. We both smile, knowing this could be something more than a quickie in the change room.

“I think I’ll buy the sweater. Even if it doesn’t fit.”