Authors: Yvonne Eros
Like a thief in the night, his hands moved like wildfire. In the flash of a second, the borrowed bra slid off of her body, caught upon her elbows before it fell completely. She leaned back, still intrigued, but a little surprised.
“Oh, you’re good.”
Krystal pulled her hands from her companion, letting the garment fall to the bench, and then the floor. Bare, her breasts became speckled with
goosebumps
. Her nipples became erect as well, and John found himself torn between them and the telling grin that the woman wore.
She wasn’t patient enough to let him decide on what he wanted. A deep breath preceded her advance. She leaned in, cradling his head as she mashed her lips into his.
John’s hands caressed her back then, a light massage causing her to moan into his mouth whenever their tongues intertwined.
A more aggressive bite had his lip pinned between both of hers, and she dragged away from it until it released with a satisfying little
pop
against his upper lip. He smiled at that, but made his way back to her immediately. His hands slipped from her back, up to her shoulders. In one fluid motion, they navigated down to her forearms, when he pulled them away from his head. He overpowered the woman, bringing her arms behind her back, causing her to lean upon him. He pulled back though, leaving her exposed to his desires.
A hasty advance had John’s face upon her collar, but it was clear that he didn’t intend to stay there for long. Krystal struggled, but it was no use. Passion drove the man to action, and she was helpless to stop him.
The man’s lips fell upon her left nipple, locking it in place. His tongue flicked at it, back and forth, drawing yet another moan from the woman. He opened his mouth wider, placing his teeth on the edge of the areola. A little hum emanated from Krystal’s closed mouth as she drew her lips in, a subtle amount of pain masked by the pleasure of John’s lightly prying teeth.
He continued the movements, tonguing her breast while his hand squeezed the other. Sharp gasps filled the stall as Krystal opened her mouth and cocked her neck back in ecstasy. All the while, she continued to gyrate, moving back and forth along his dress slacks.
He couldn’t contain his excitement, the bulge in his pants swelling until he was almost uncomfortable with her on top of him. She felt that hard reminder, and pulled away from John, even as the edges of his teeth dragged along the bumps on her tender flesh.
She took a moment to steady herself, but Krystal found herself breathing heavily. She bent over, sticking her ass in the air, but a few moments later, she sank to her knees.
“You’ve seen what I’ve got on under my clothes, now it’s my turn,” she said, reaching in for that puffy bulge. She pulled the zipper down, and was surprised to see his thick cock emerging immediately from his pants. “Oh my god,” she said, looking up and smiling at her prize.
He grinned as well, pleased with himself as her fingers inched back up toward his rigid bone. John took in a deep breath just before her digits wrapped around him. He held it there as she stroked back and forth, lightly caressing his manhood.
“I don’t know if this would be able to fit in me,” she said, intrigue more than disappointment in her voice. She chuckled playfully. “But after all, this is a fitting room.”
Krystal tightened her grip then, travelling the length of his shaft. Her eyes grew wide as the head of his cock expanded, and she slowed her movements. He grew tense and itchy, blood swelling there and making veins arise from beneath his skin. He let go of his breath, groaning away the satisfaction. He looked deep into her eyes with a primal, impassioned severity.
“No more games?” he said breathily with a slight growl.
Krystal knew that at that point it was more of a demand than a plea. She threw her head back in silent compliance and leaned seductively closer to his aching cock.
Dirty blonde hair fell before her eyes, and she had to whip her neck back to dismiss those tresses. She wasn’t about to remove her hands from her admirer, who seemed so impressed by her. The woman leaned closer, her warm breath falling upon his erect member, enhancing those pins and needles he felt.
Her lips landed on the rim of his cock, and she let them slide open. Those soft, moist lines of flesh slipped halfway across his head, when her tongue repeated the motion, one way and then back again.
John couldn’t hold back. He reached forward, and placed his hand on her head, lightly gripping her hair. A subtle hum came up from the beautiful woman as he pulled her closer.
Krystal continued to hum as her lips slid down his shaft, her teeth just barely touching his skin. As he sharply inhaled, she stuck out her tongue, wrapping it around the shaft as best as she was able. She sucked on the side of his cock, pulling it toward her, but her hand was still there, pushing it away. Drips of saliva led her mouth down further, until she was practically inhaling his ball sack. John stifled a sharp breath, and tugged her away. The movement, as brief as it was, incited her.
She met his gaze powerfully, her eyes narrowing.
Her wet mouth engulfed his throbbing dick, her lips pressing against his skin. She let him scrape across her tongue, enjoying the sensation, and the salty tang of his flesh. He aided Krystal in her endeavors, guiding her head rhythmically back and forth. The woman let out pleasurable moans every time she felt his cock hitting the back of her throat. She closed her eyes to concentrate on taking as much of him in as she could.
She pulled back, catching her breath, saliva dripping from her quivering lips. With a roll of her tongue, she collected most of it, unwilling to let a drop go, every bit of him desired.
Krystal squeezed his cock again, her fingers gliding across his soaked skin. She leaned in, imagining it was a lollipop, and licked at his head, again and again. Suddenly, she opened her lips fully, bringing him inside her warm mouth once more. She pushed back until her tongue hit her hand, and then she slid both further down his rod.
A satisfied moan made its way from her to him, both fulfilling a melody of pleasure that Krystal didn’t seem intent on stopping. She pushed her tongue fully against his skin, until he could feel the finest detail of that slow, deliberate motion. She pushed deeper… deeper…
The beautiful blonde pulled back, fighting for a breath of air as though she had never tasted something sweeter. But her eyes were still locked on her new plaything. She stuck out her tongue, and slapped his dick against it over and over.
At once, she was on him again, that time moving faster, and more deliberate. Her warm breath fell upon his skin, and he couldn’t help but sigh in ecstasy.
That noise left John just as the door to the dressing room creaked open.
Krystal looked up, her mouth leaving John’s solid shaft. Her eyes were wide, and she froze for a moment before quietly gasping and rising to her feet. She turned, and placed her fingers on one hand up to her mouth. The reality of how exposed they were in the unlocked ladies fitting room slapped her out of the sexual fantasy she had so adamantly pursued.
If it was any trouble to John, he didn’t show it. Instead, he pulled on the girl’s hips, tugging her backward until she fell onto his still bulging mass.
They quietly sat there, his hands navigating to the front of her body, and sliding down her taut stomach to what prize lay beneath. His fingers navigated carefully, and her spine trembled at the touch. She inhaled sharply as he landed upon the lacy underwear, and forcibly bit her lip as those fingers tiptoed until they arrived at her opening, only a thin garment between them.
The doors in the dressing room opened and closed, one by one, and the shuffling of feet could be heard. Finally, the other person in the room stood in front of the final stall.
“Is everything alright in there Miss?”
John chose that moment to caress his entire hand against her body, rubbing up and down, pressing just enough to induce a moan.
“Couldn’t be better,” Krystal said
,
forcing the sentence out over any unintentional noises her lover was encouraging.
“Just let me know if you need anything,” the woman on the other side of the door said. At once though, she had left the dressing room.
They were alone again at last, and the intrusion granted them both a new sense of urgency.
Unconscious of her primal instincts, Krystal had begun sliding back and forth, the thin fabric of her underwear scratching against John’s cock. He gasped every few moments, caught somewhere between undeniable pleasure and heinous torture.
Unwilling to wait any longer, he brought his hand up, and stuffed it down the borrowed panties, his digits searching for her warm, wet pussy. He lightly massaged down her body, until his index finger slid against her clit, eliciting a sharp moan from her. She brought her hand back up to her mouth, covering it as he searched the same area again, over and over, crippling her with only a small circular motion.
He wasn’t content to stop there. After Krystal threw her head back in ecstasy, he bit her neck while simultaneously scouring deeper into her opening, his finger slipping in easily, her pussy appreciating the visit.
Despite her mind being so enraptured by the swirls of pleasure and excitement and nervousness, the young woman slid her hands to her side, snapping off the metal strap of the garter belt. She struggled to move her hands to the other side, John’s fingers back upon her clit, but she managed to fight past that rapturous feeling, and tugged away at the other strap.
Even as her strange lover was entering her with his fingers, she was pulling at the lacy underwear, delivering herself from the garment. As it slid down her body, she could feel him, skin against hers, his cock burning hot against her bare ass.
She swallowed a gulp of air as she lifted her behind. In that moment, his fingers had left her pussy, and his throbbing dick had taken their place. Krystal was aware that it was going to happen, but when it did, a pleasurable feeling had washed over her so quickly that her sight had gone black while she focused all her attention on John.
With his hands on her hips, and the rest of him trapped beneath her, John was strangely patient, accommodating the beautiful girl as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion of his cock. Unable to move his own body very far, he sat still, but fire still pumped through his veins. His dick, deep inside of Krystal, expanded as blood filled the shaft and head. The girl, frozen in a temporary thrilling coma, could only let out an abrupt, high pitched “oh.”
John drove her away then, lifting her gently with his hands, still upon her hips. She moaned as his cock slid back out of her.
But it never left her.
Just as the rim of his shaft was exposed again, he pulled her back, ramming her even quicker than the first time. All the synapses in her brain seemed to fire at once, and that loss of vision, that black veil that seemed to shroud her mind, was replaced with millions of tiny lights, like fireworks restoring her sight. She gasped, and tightly grasped her lover’s strong legs, her nails digging into his skin.
He had to slow again, a grin separating his lips as he registered the subtle pain of her fingers poking his legs. Her heavy breathing was purely sensual, and rather than push and pull her again, he lightly caressed her hips, and kissed her bare back.
Krystal’s muscles went taut as she lifted herself from his lap, her arms tightening just enough for her to escape that lovely entrapment. She didn’t plan on escaping for very long though, and lowered herself just a moment later. The motion was ongoing, up and down, in and out, until she felt she could scream out in total ecstasy. The beautiful woman spoke in stunted moans and pleasurable gasps, but continued to bring John into her, deeper with every drop.
He matched her breathing, and began to quietly attest to his own contentment, a grunt accompanying his pelvic thrusts. She was so wet, beckoning him over and over again into her. He was not so foolish as to deny her that carnal desire. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, his throbbing member pressed inside of her until she could no longer bear to move with him. The muscles in her arm quivered and released, and she fell back upon him, his cock pounding into her. She couldn’t subdue a pleasurable little yelp.
They both froze then, only powerful breaths moving their bodies. As if time had stopped around them, Krystal and John sat in quiet, joyous reverie. As the seconds passed though, his hands slid up from her hips, searching the contours of her body. They found her firm breasts a moment later, her nipples rigid from exhilaration. He lightly brushed his fingers around those puffy pink bumps, drawing a giggling sigh from Krystal, who still struggled to find her breath.
She stood up then, pulling his sturdy rod from within her, his warmth replaced with the cool air in the dressing room. The woman turned around, and looked down upon the stranger she had been so intimate with, her eyes locking with his. He stared at her, almost seductively, but he didn’t need to do anything to convince her to continue.
Biting her lip, she stepped forward, bringing her leg over his. Before she situated herself fully, Krystal grabbed his solid cock, and pointed it where it needed to be. Her other leg found its place then as well, and she drew him up inside her again.
John held her again by the hips, guiding her up and down with the beat of their passion. She had started with hands upon his shoulders, but as sexual tension slid from her body, to be replaced with pure pleasure, her arms slid down her lover’s neck, and she found herself resting fully against his chest. Again and again, he entered her, deeper every time, for with every thrust, he seemed to grow, in size and in passion. She struggled past her labored breathing, and separated herself from him, bringing her hands to his face.