My Shopping Trip

Going to the local shopping centre was a good way to spend and while away the weekend, especially when the sales seasons are in full swing. After dragging my willing friend along for the quick drive, we found a parking spot, and headed inside the mall. Being in the middle of the summer months, the heat was oppressive, but the minute we walked through the door, cool cold air hit our faces, and we both sighed in relief. The mall was busy, but not overly crowded yet. We headed straight to the clothing boutiques. Walking arm in arm, we chatted and window shopped for a bit before deciding that we needed to grab a bite to eat before the heavy duty shopping could commence; we had already decided which store was worth visiting, and where to look around. Heading to the food court, we grabbed some food from the vendors, and sat down to eat. The area was bustling with people--families enjoying a day out, teenagers loitering and trying to look cool, and the noise around was deafening. Finishing our lunch, we cleared the table and relinquished the space to a couple looking around for a place to sit, and dumped rubbish in the trash can. Our bellies full of energy, we headed off for some retail therapy, and we did give our purse a good working out. By the fourth hour, we were laden with shopping bags. We decided to call it a day, and headed back towards where we parked my car. On the way, we ran into my friend’s husband, who was taking care of some errands. We chit chatted for a little bit, and my friend went home with her husband. We hugged, said our goodbyes and parted ways. As I walked back towards the car park, I noticed a lingerie shop that I had not been in yet. It was lushly carpeted in deep purple, and looked upscale in the décor. My arms needed some rest from all the bags I was carrying, so I walked to the upholstered couch positioned in the middle of the store, and dropped my purchases on the floor and sat down. Looking around I noticed a display mannequin wearing a sheer dark blue camisole, edged with lace. I walked up to the mannequin, and felt the silky material between my fingers. One of the two female sales staff approached, and asked if I might be interested in trying it on. I hesitated. This would be a luxury buy, and a very indulgent one. But I decided no harm could happen for just trying it on and seeing if it looked good on me. So I acquiesced and nodded my answer, and thanked her. She grabbed one in my size, and showed me to the change room. I went out the back and got undressed, and slipped the camisole on. The silk against my skin was caressing. The material floated and clung in the right places, accentuating my hips and bust. The same sales staff knocked on the door, and said that she had a few more items that might also interest me. As I opened the door, there was a man standing directly on the other side of the sales counter, and fortunately for me, I did not notice he was there, so I opened the door fully, forgetting that I was half naked! Preoccupied and blissfully unaware I was being observed, I animatedly discussed the lingerie available in store with the female staff. Closing the door, she went and grabbed a few more items for me to try on. I was enjoying myself immensely, and smiling to myself, as I looked in the mirror of the considerable size change room. Holding my C-cup size breasts in my hands, encased in the camisole, I rubbed my palm over my soft nipples and felt them harden into stiff peaks. As I walked backwards away from the mirror to get a better look, suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped across my chest, cinching my arms to my side, and a palm clamped over my mouth to stop me from screaming. I was so terrified at what was happening that I went all stiff. Then panic set in, and I began to struggle against the arms holding me; kicking my bare feet backward was as effective as an umbrella during a tornado. The stranger’s head moved close to my ear and whispered that he was turned on by seeing me in the camisole, and that he was not going to hurt me. His arm that was not over my mouth moved down further and stroked my mound, his fingers played with the apex where my legs meet, moving up and down the fold of my pussy. As surprised and as alarmed as I was, I was beginning to relax in his embrace. My breathing still heavy, my heart thumping and adrenalin pumping in my veins, I finally relaxed my body. I nodded, indicating that I was not about to shout or scream out for help. His arms relaxed their embrace but were not totally removed from around me. He walked me to the upholstered couch in the change room and asked me to sit down; I perched on the edge of the lounge, unwilling to totally unwind. He knelt in front me, his eyes level with mine; his serious and filled with burning desire, mine fearful and unsure. My arms defensively crossed over my breast, my knees locked together. I was about to be seduced, and I just didn’t know it yet. He slowly moved his hands to rub along the outside of my thighs, stroked the underside and moved down to my calves. Lifting one foot, he kissed my feet and gave my foot a massage. Our stare never broke away, as his hands were stroking my legs and massaging my feet. Changing to the other foot, he kissed it and began massaging it as well. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the couch; the foot rub felt really good, his expert fingers and thumbs rolling and pushing the pressure points, relaxing my body. I gave a soft sigh; my arms fell away from my chest, now rested by my side. Putting my foot back on the plush carpet, his hands once again stroked back up my calves, and thighs, pushing the camisole up, exposing my colourful polka dot G-string. His fingers slid under the elastic at my hips, and slowly pulled it away from my body, down my legs. Once the G-string was freed, he flung it across to where I had piled my clothes on the floor. His hands, gently now, insinuated between my locked knees, and little by little, began to spread them wide. I did not resist. The stranger moved his body between my spread knees and bent his head to kiss my navel though the camisole. His strong hands crept up my body, taking the sheer material in his hands as he pulled it off my body. It went by the similar way as my G-string. I was now nakedly sitting in the armchair, the upholstery scratching my skin. He pulled me up to sit up straight, and crushed my breast to his chest while his hands caressed my back up and down, kneading, and massaging my spine. My head rolled back, exposing my neck. He nuzzled my neck with his cheek, licking my skin and kissing me softly, then moved up to my slightly parted lips. His sensuous lips touched mine, his tongue darted in, but I did not open my mouth to him. His hands moved down to my lower back, and pressed my hips forward, my pussy now rubbing his black buttoned-up business shirt. His tongue f***ed its way into my mouth, my tongue twined with his, and our tongues began to dance together. Inert until now, I moved my hands to his waist, and undid his fly; my hand reached in to feel the stiff manhood inside. I undid his belt quickly and he stood up to take his trousers off, slipped off his Oxfords, and kicked both shoes across the change room. Swiftly, he divested himself of his long-sleeve shirt and cobalt blue tie. He pushed me back to lie on the couch, and pulled my legs forward; kissing the inside of my thighs, he began to lick and kiss my clitoris. His hands spread my folds wide, his tongue playing, and rolling the bud, his mouth sucking. He reached up with both his hands, and grasped my breast, kneading and rubbing my hard nipples. I moaned with pleasure, my hands holding his hands holding my breasts, and grinding my pussy into his face, forcing his tongue harder against my clit. My cunt was now saturated with my juice, dripping onto the white couch. And his tongue scooped up my liquid, drinking hungrily as if dying of thirst. He inserted three fingers inside my tight tunnel and moved them in and out of me, while his pinkie secretly moved inside my anus. I squirmed, my legs now hooked over his shoulder. I panted, breathless from the pleasures his tongue was bringing to me and my pussy. He relinquished my clit with one final suck and lick, and stood up in front of me, his stiff cock veined, and thick, nestling in a thick mat of pubic hair in his groin. I set up straight, and gingerly held his shaft in my small hands, then took a firmer grip to guide it to my waiting mouth. Bopping my head forward and backward, my tongue and hands busy with his shaft and testicles, I massaged, sucked, and licked from the tip to the hilt, his pubic hair tickling my nose. His pre-come tasted salty and tangy; I licked some more and rolled my tongue around his head, feeling its silkiness. His hands held my long black hair back from my face, I looked up into his eyes, while he watched my mouth swallow his whole length, and moved his penis in and out. After few minutes more of my sucking, he stopped my moving head, and pulled me up from the couch. Turning me around, he told me to place my hands on the couch and present my arse to him. Having done so, he bent back down and licked me from my clit to my sphincter, burying his tongue deep inside my vagina, then moved on to roll his tongue playfully on my puckered hole. I whimpered in ecstasy, my back arched in pleasure, and my hands gripped the lounge cushion tightly. He then sat down on the floor, and rested his head on the seat of the couch, right under my pussy. Looking straight up at my cunt, he pulled my hips downward to his face, and proceeded to eat my pussy again. This time, with me sitting on the sofa on my knees, my hand grabbed his head, and I crushed my dripping vagina on to his face, and he groaned deep in his throat, his tongue buried as deep as it would go inside my tunnel. He then tapped my bottom and implied he wanted to get up; he positioned his cock at my wet and hot tunnel, glided it in smoothly, as I continued to kneel on the settee. Holding my hips, he stayed still, and told me to squeeze his cock with my vagina. I obeyed willingly, clasping his stiff penis with my muscle, hugging and releasing his cock as a hand might. Unexpectedly, he bucked, and started to pump his hips quickly and rapidly in and out of my moist pussy. I was now moaning loudly, and had not once heard a knock at the change room door, and wondered why there were no knocks at all since his assault had started. I moved my hips in time with his thrust, our rhythm in time with each other. I was loving his hard thrust, the driving f***e of his cock was making me come, his head rubbing on my G-spot, and bang, fireworks lit up behind my eyelids, colors exploded and I was dizzy with my coming, and I ground my hips harder into his groin, my pussy spasm and milked his firm hot cock in my orgasm. But he was not done with me yet. While his stiff shaft was gliding along my pussy, his middle finger was inside my ass, massaging and loosening the crease. He dripped saliva onto the hole, and put two fingers back in, then three. My ass hole now relaxed from the motion of his fingers. Roughly, he pulled out of my hot hugging tunnel, and arranged me to lie on my back on the soft lounge, grabbed my ankles and held both my legs over my head. His cock then slithered to my furrowed hole, and nudged the head inside. After a few seconds of burning sensation, my ass began to shudder and tremble; his hard rod was working like a piston inside my rectum, my juices lubricating the movement of his penis, in and out of my ass. My legs were now resting on his shoulders, my knees to my chest, and OH MY GOD, his stunning cock was so fucking deep inside of me. Sliding in and out of my incredibly tight ass, he panted and moved his rigid cock faster and deeper. Sweat glistened on our skin in the soft down light of the change room, our breath heavy and arduous. He popped his cock away from my arse, and scooped my juices from my pussy, and smeared it all over my gaping sphincter, and rammed his throbbing rod back inside, loving the way my rectum hugged his shaft tightly. His fingers came back to play with my clit and pussy. Inserting his thumb into my flooding vagina, his four fingers rubbed down hard on my pleasure-bud. Because of my position, there was not much I could do but dig my nails into his ass as I was squirming and come again from my clit, squirting my juices on to his taut stomach. Finally, my ass was too much for him to hold back his climax any longer; he groaned loudly, his body arched, his hips tensed, and he pushed inside me one last time and squirted his load, but he pulled out at the last second, and pumped his cum on to my pussy and mound, his hand milked his cock and dripped the last drop onto my clit. Letting go of his receding cock, he massaged his cum into my pussy and clit, dipped his fingers inside my gushing tunnel once more, and left his fingers there for a few minutes as he felt my muscle contract and relax on his fingers, as my orgasm ebbed away. He removed my legs from his shoulders and placed them gently on the couch. He then lay down along side me, his back facing the change room door. He moved one of his thighs between mine, and pressed against my moist pussy; one arm was under my head, and the other held me close to his chest, my breast pressed against his side. We breathed deeply, and let it go in a soft sigh. I then made a little comment about how we were not disturbed by the sales staff at all, my hand playing with the hairs on this chest and nipples. He chuckled, hugged me tighter to his side, and informed me that he was the owner of the little lingerie store. When he saw me earlier, half-naked, chatting to his staff from the change room, he decided to close the store a little early, and sent his employees home. Surprised, I looked up into his face. He grinned and then kissed me deeply. And this time, I willingly opened my mouth to receive his invading tongue…