Authors: W M James
Tanya hated that plan. She grabbed his arm and
pulled him into the nearest shop. It was the Mayburytique, one of
the most popular
women's
clothing outlets
in town. Tanya breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way Ian was
coming shopping in here.
'
You didn
'
t like my plan,
'
Andy noted
with a wry grin. Tanya
'
s heart jumped at
the sight: he had the sexiest smile she had ever seen. And the best
thing about it? He had
no
idea!
'
It was a terrible
plan.
'
'
Yeah, you know what else
was a terrible plan?
'
he said, looking
back out the window in alarm.
'
Coming in
here. Professor Kane is heading right this way.
'
Tanya couldn
'
t believe it.
Mayburytique should have been the perfect place to hide from Ian.
What the hell?
Please, God, don
'
t let him be a cross-dresser
. She
couldn
'
t imagine how she would cope with
that knowledge. Then again, she couldn
'
t
imagine how she would cope with Ian knowing she was sleeping with
one of her students. It was awful!
'
Come on!
'
she demanded, pulling Andy further into the
shop.
They hurried along lines of racks, on which
unoccupied clothes sat waiting to be bought or tried on.
They ignored first one, and then another, keen
sales assistant in their smart black outfits.
Tanya led him
with no real sense of purpose or direction. She just wanted to get
away from the door, so that they wouldn
'
t
be seen the minute her boss walked in. Her heart was thumping with
alarm. What had been shaping up as a lovely day was now turning
into a nightmare of epic proportions. And, even worse, if she was
about to be caught, she was going to have to own up to everything
to her sister at dinner later.
Oh,
hell
, she thought, with a rising sense of
alarm.
I'm never going to be
able to hide this from Annette. She can read me like a
book
.
'
What
'
s he
doing
?
'
Andy
said in a low voice.
'
I don
'
t
…'
She paused. From behind a high rack of blouses, they
could see Ian wandering around like a lost soul. He
wasn
'
t shopping, Tanya realised: he was
looking for
someone
.
'
Oh, shit,
'
she cursed.
'
He must have
seen us.
'
'
He
'
s bound to come up this way,
'
Andy pointed out.
Tanya looked around in panic, as if there might
somehow miraculously appear a second exit that had never existed
all the dozens of times she had been in this shop before. And then
she had it.
'
Fitting rooms!
'
Grabbing Andy by the hand again, she hurried to the
back of the shop and the entrance to the fitting rooms. Luckily, it
wasn
'
t a Saturday. From past experience,
Tanya knew that one of the shop assistants generally hung around
out there on Saturdays, helping people with their selections.
None of the cubicles was occupied at that point, so
they hurried into one at random and swung the door shut, sliding
the lock into place. Tanya let her forehead rest on the door,
breathing heavily.
'
I thought you were a hill
runner,
'
Andy said quietly, his usual
teasing tone returning easily to his voice.
'
You
'
re out of breath running
twenty feet.
'
'
Don
'
t mind me,
'
she replied, not
even taking her forehead off the cool surface of the door.
'
I
'
m just having
a heart attack here.
'
She jerked at the sudden contact as Andy
'
s hand settled on the small of her back. After the
fright, the panic, and now the relief of finding a hiding place,
her senses were heightened far beyond the norm. Her body remembered
its arousal from earlier, and her hips moved of their own accord.
Oh, Lordy,
she thought.
In here?
Andy
'
s hand moved across
her lower back. He was suddenly very close to her. She was
intensely aware of his bulk right at her hip.
'
What was that thing you
were saying in the cafe?
'
he asked, his
voice bent into a grin.
'
I think you
wanted me to do something.
'
Tanya
'
s eyes closed. She
had one hand on the door in front of her. The other hand, she
placed behind her, on his thigh. She felt him squirm a little in
response: he was obviously in the same state as she was herself. In
this enclosed little cubicle, her arousal built rapidly.
'
I think you should go
ahead and do that
thing,'
she
murmured.
Her palm skated around Andy
'
s upper thigh, amazed as always by the tautness of
his muscles. Andy
'
s hand moved up her
back. He stepped away from her hand, positioning himself directly
behind her. Tanya gasped as she felt him push his groin against her
butt. His bulge felt huge against her skirt: she yearned to have
him enter her. Andy
'
s hands ran up her
back, and she heard him make a little sound in the back of his
throat: he was clearly
very
horny. Tanya put her other hand
and forearm on the door, so that she was braced against it evenly.
She pushed back at him, moving her hips up and down, side to side,
encouraging his arousal. He made the sound again. One of his hands
reached the back of her neck, sending thrills of pleasure through
her: she loved him touching her neck. His hands were so strong but
so gentle at the same time: when he touched her neck, she felt
thrillingly vulnerable, utterly in his power. Tanya
'
s eyes rolled up in her head. All of these sensations
and thoughts were digging out some deeply-buried fantasies.
She felt Andy bending at the waist, leaning in
closer to her. He moved a silken sheet of her hair away from the
side of her face and brought his mouth up beside her. His breath
was hot on the back of her ear.
'I'm going to fuck you,' he whispered.
'Right here in the shop.'
A thrill ran right down her spine. She
felt so dirty. She was desperate to have Andy inside her, right
there and then.
'Tell me,' she whispered in
response.
'I'm going to fuck you,' he
repeated.
'More,' she demanded, rubbing her
buttocks against the straining bulge in his jeans.
Andy slowly licked the outer rim of her
ear, letting his breath tickle the inside.
'I'm going to pull your skirt up,' he
said quietly. 'Then I'm going to take my cock out and stick it in
your pussy. And I'm going to plough you till you pull that fucking
door off its hinges.'
Tanya whimpered. It was all so close to
one of her fantasies. She almost daren't breathe in case she broke
the spell. Andy ran his hands up her arms, kissing her behind the
ear at the same time. He brought one hand around in front of her,
taking one of her breasts in his palm, squeezing it. His hot, moist
tongue described tiny circles on the side of her neck, making her
imagine other things he could be doing with it.
'You are so hot,' he told her, grinding
into her from behind.
Andy's fingers danced their way down
her sides. Under other circumstances, it would have been ticklish,
but she was far too horny for that. She sucked air between her
teeth when his fingers swept down the sides of her hips.
'Oh fuck, yes!' she breathed. 'Do
it!'
Andy hooked his fingers under the hem
of her skirt. He paused for a second, teasing her, then he raised
it up. To have her flanks exposed to the air like this in a public
place felt incredibly naughty, incredibly filthy.
'Keep talking,' she begged.
'You want me to put my cock in your
pussy?' he asked, his tone mocking, dismissive.
At some level, Tanya found she
was impressed by his ability to slot into the role she was giving
him. But every other level of her consciousness was simply
desperate for him to slot into
her.
'I might do that,' he suggested,
playing with her buttocks, caressing and squeezing them in turn.
His fingers kneaded the firm round muscles she had toned up through
years of running up hills. She knew he found her bottom extremely
sexy: it was one of the reasons she had worn this skirt.
'But first...'
Suddenly, he was no longer pressing
against her, no longer in contact. She almost yelled at the loss of
pressure. Briefly, she couldn't interpret the sound his movements
made, but then she realised he was on his knees behind her.
'But first,' he went on. 'I'm going to
lick your pussy. I'm going to make you come right here in the shop
and I'm going to put my tongue inside you.'
No sooner had he said it than he
began kissing the back of her thigh, exposed above her
stocking
-
top. His lips were soft and
gentle, and his tongue left a cooling trail of saliva as he moved
around the inside of her thigh. He reached up for her hips with his
hands, pulling her lower body a little further from the door,
crooking her more at the waist. Andy used his teeth to pull her
thong out of the way, then he laid a big kiss on her vulva and
began licking her lips with long, wet strokes.
His lips
closed around her labia, sucking them and nibbling gently. His
saliva mingled with her own fluids, making her slick.
Oh my god, oh my god,
oh my god!
she thought, straining with
every fibre of her being to remain quiet in the face of this
assault on her senses.
She daren't make a sound, but she
barely had any control over herself. How could she avoid crying out
when he was giving her such intense pleasure?
Andy lapped at her from behind, sending waves of excitement
through her. Tanya had never received head in this position before,
and it felt deliciously wicked. She was so exposed, utterly at the
mercy of Andy's
probing tongue. His fingers gently stretched
her labia open, then he inserted his tongue as far as it would go.
The very tip of his tongue began wiggling up and down, round and
round. Then he began licking her rhythmically, gradually building
speed. One of his fingers slotted into her, then began poking her
in a counter-rhythm to his tongue. The panic, the hiding, the
forced quiet, the newness of what he was doing, the naughtiness,
the erotic sensations… all of it together was building and
building, taking Tanya with it towards a blazing orgasm.
'Fuck,' she breathed. It was impossible to stay
quiet; she must stay quiet. 'Fuck,' she whispered again. Despite
all her efforts, her voice started to make little squealing
sounds.
She was losing her sense of herself, drowning in
sensation. Tongue swiping, finger fucking, lips nibbling, tongue
swiping, finger fucking, lips nibbling… so wet, so hot… Tanya's
eyes fluttered shut once again and she came spectacularly, her
entire body shuddering and quaking, a long, low, eldritch moan
vibrating in her throat. Her nails tried to dig into the smooth
surface of the cubicle door, but there was no purchase.
She moved away from his attentions, unable to bear anymore,
her thighs squeezing together of their own accord.
'Andy!' she gasped.
Andy gave her a last, lingering kiss, then stood up
behind her. She heard him unfastening his belt and jeans.
Tanya was shaking, her body still trying to cope
with the endorphins flooding through her system. She couldn't
focus; she couldn't think. All she
knew
was that that was one of the most intense and insane orgasms she
had ever experienced.
Andy put his arms round her waist,
hugging her. She was very aware of his erection, jammed vertically
against her butt. He kissed the side of her face, whispering to her
as he did.
'Now that your cunt is nice and wet for
me, I'm going to nail you right here in this fitting room. You'll
have to walk out of this shop with my cum dripping out of you.'
To hear him talking like this was
driving her wild. She knew Andy as a nice guy, a decent guy,
definitely not the sort to cheat on his girlfriend or have an
affair with a married woman. Everything that was happening between
them was showing her there were other sides to his personality:
fascinating ones, too. But she had never, ever heard him talk like
this. She loved it.
There was a noise outside their
cubicle. A moment later, she realised it was the sound of someone
else coming into the fitting rooms. She froze, almost not daring to
breathe. She could tell Andy was listening, too. They just stood
there, waiting to find out if they had been caught on some internal
security system and were about to be confronted by the shop
manager. What a mortifying experience that would be! But then a
cubicle door closed and the lock snapped into place. Tanya sagged
with relief, only then realising how she had been raised up on
tenterhooks. She heard a voice carrying strongly from outside of
the fitting rooms. It was a voice she recognised.
'I found the blue one in your size as
well, Miriam.'
'I'll try it in a minute,' a woman
answered from within the fitting room.