The Firefighter and the Girl From the Coffee Shop (5 page)

He increased
the speed and force of each thrust and she felt his cock hardening,
preparing to explode any moment. Slipping her hand between her
legs, she exposed her swollen clit and began rolling it between her
fingers bringing herself rapidly towards her third orgasm of the
evening.

Looking up,
her eyes caught his just as he thrust hard into her a final time
and groaned his release. His cum filled her, in several forceful
spurts sending her over the edge - yet again. She cried out as her
pussy clenched around his cock - milking it. Her body tensed and
she exploded over him, her juices mixing with his as he collapsed
over her, taking care to brace his fall with a hand at the side of
her head to keep from crushing her under his weight.

Evan sighed
loudly, his lips brushing hers. "That was incredible Alyssa."

"I know."

Evan stayed
buried within her for several minutes, both of them savouring the
feel of the other. He slowly slid his depleted shaft from her and
their mixture of fluids game rushing out with it. Collapsing to his
back, he pulled her over to him. Snuggling up to his side, she
placed a kiss on his shoulder and looked up to meet his gaze.

His expression
suddenly darkened and his brow furrowed. "Not to ruin the mood or
anything, but you did mention the other day about..." He grimaced
as if trying to figure a tactful way of putting his thoughts into
words. "You had to see the doctor for your, well... you know, your
birth control injection. Right?"

Laughing,
Alyssa folded her arms across his chest, placed her chin on her arm
and peered up at him. "You're just thinking about that now?"

Evan huffed as
his face flushed. "Well, see. I came back and you were on the bed,
moaning my name. And then we were naked. And before I knew it I was
inside of you, and damn, it's been a long while since I've been
with someone and you felt, so good. And I'd been hoping for this
for as long as I've known you. And..."

Still
laughing, Alyssa leaned over him and kissed him quickly. "You were
right. It's taken care of, so no need to panic."

"Just so you
know I am never, ever careless like that-"

"Evan," she
cut in.

"Yeah."

She wrapped
her arms around his torso and snuggled close to him and closing her
eyes, taking comfort in his embrace. "You can stop talking
now."

Chuckling
softly, he kissed her temple and pulled her tighter to him as she
fell into a satisfied sleep.

"And what
about this one?"

Evan glanced
up from the game he was fiddling with on his Smartphone and watched
as Alyssa strode out of the dressing room wearing a silver
strapless gown. The neckline plunged dangerously low between her
breasts, not that he minded. Not in the least. Though he did find
himself wondering how it managed to stay covering her amble
breasts. The flowing skirt fell just below the knee.

What Evan had
thought would be a brief shopping trip for some essential clothing
for her had turned into a day long event. This was their final
stop, to pick out a dress so she could accompany him to the ball.
She wanted him to be there to assist in picking out the dress
though he highly doubted his opinion mattered much. In his
experience with women, they wanted what they wanted and it was
futile to try and change their minds. It was always in the man's
best interest to nod and agree with whatever opinions they had
about said article of clothing.

She twirled
towards him, the skirt fanning out around her and his breath
hitched. He felt a stirring within his pants at the sight of the
skimpy black thong she wore underneath was revealed a little.
Coming to a stop in front of him, her eyes took on a mischievous
look as she glanced around the small boutique. The cashier was busy
with a customer at the front of the store and there was currently
only one other customer browsing.

Striking a
pose, her hip thrust out, her hands holding her dark hair bundled
up on top of her head she eyed him. "What do you think?"

This was the
eighth dress that she's tried on, but this one was easily his
favourite of the bunch. The dress looked stunning on her. The
bodice gripped her breasts beautifully, teasing his eyes, by
revealing just enough to make him crave to see more.

She leaned
over him, bracing her hands on the armrests on either side of him.
Glancing down he was rewarded with a perfect view of her breasts
constrained within the bodice of the dress. Nibbling at her lower
lip she caught his gaze. "'I want you."

Evan's cock
jerked as he frowned and looked around them once more. "Now?"

Slipped a hand
between his legs she stroked the ridge of his growing cock through
his jeans. "Now," she confirmed ghosting his lips across his before
straightening back up and grabbing his hand, giving it a quick,
forceful tug.

Giving in,
Evan rose from his chair, tucking the phone into the inner pocket
of his leather jacket and with one last look around to ensure no
one was watching he quickly followed her into the dressing room.
Sex in a dressing room stall, cliché perhaps, but that didn't
concern him. As he locked the door to the tiny room, barely large
enough to fit the two of them.

As soon as he
turned back around, she closed the distance between them, and was
pressing her body against him, melting into him. Her breasts
crushed against his hard chest and threatened to spill from the
bodice as her lips found his, her kiss hungry - demanding.
Groaning, Evan slid his arms around her, and cupped her ass cheeks
in his hands, pulling her tight against him, the ridge of his cock
pressing against her stomach.

As she kissed
him, her hands frantically undid his jeans. Once undone, she hooked
her thumbs into the waistband of the pants and tugged them - along
with his boxers - down, exposing his erect cock to her. She dropped
to her knees in front of him, grasped his dick in her hand and
looked up, catching his eyes.

A groan
escaped Evan, as he watched her tongue flick the head of his cock,
cleaning the pre-cum that was seeping from the slit. He fell back
against the door and then threaded his hands into her hair,
grasping her head and urging her mouth down on him.

Just a
minute or two
, he told himself as his hunger filled eyes caught
sight of the small blue chair a couple of feet away. He's enjoy a
couple of minutes of her sweet mouth wrapped around him before
turning her around, bending her over the chair and fucking her from
behind.

Her mouth took
him in, and she moaned around his cock, the sound of her moan
sending sweet vibrations through him. His fingers tightened in her
hair and he thrust his hips towards her mouth, prompting her to
take in more of his long length. She moaned a second time, ending
his temporary torment and taking him in as far as she could, the
tip of his cock pressing against the back of his throat. She
couldn't manage his full length, but with her hand pumping the base
of his dick it didn't matter.

"Dammit,
Alyssa. That's good."

She looked up,
and caught his eyes.

Looking down
he became transfixed watching her as her head bobbed up and down,
the length of his shaft, disappearing and reappearing between her
glossed lips. Reaching into his pants, she cupped his balls with
her free hand. His breath caught in his throat, and he closed his
eyes enjoying her gentle caress in combination with her mouth's
sucking.

The fire
within him increased and he found himself coming closer, so he
began to thrust harder into her mouth. She was no longer in control
as he began to drive his thick, rigid shaft deep into her
throat.

"So. Fucking.
Good." Each word was emphasised with a thrust that rammed against
the back of her throat and had her gagging slightly, but he found
himself having a hard time controlling himself. She had him to
excited, too close to losing control. He'd envisioned those lips on
his cock so many times over the past few weeks that it seemed
almost surreal for it to be happening now, in the dressing room of
a bridal and formal wear boutique.

"Stop!" he
ordered as he pulled himself out completely. "Bend over that
chair," he ordered nodded towards the chair. Flashing him a smile
she turned and did as told, lifting her skirt to reveal her firm
round ass, she placed a knee on the chair and braced herself with
one foot on the floor, gripping the back in her hands.

Looking over
her shoulder her dark eyes caught his, "What are you waiting
for?"

A soft chuckle
left his lips as he took a couple steps and positioned himself
behind her. Knowing they were on a limited timetable, he hooked the
black string of her thong that was nestled between her wet folds
with his index finger and pulled it aside. He ran a finger along
her slit, and was rewarded by a soft moan as she moved back against
him.

"Please Evan.
Now!" she pleaded with him, desperation in her voice.

Evan chuckled
at her enthusiasm. He would have loved to spend a little while
teasing her, he wanted to hear her
really
beg him. However,
a couple of female voices were beginning to come closer the back of
the store and they were seriously running low on time.

"Evan!"

He cringed as
he positioned his shaft at her entrance and leaned over her. "Be
quiet or I stop," he threatened a grin on his lips.

"Yes, Sir,"
she moaned, pressing back against him attempting to impale herself
on his length. Not able to hold back any longer from sinking deep
into her moist, trembling pussy he slammed into her and she cried
out.

Shit!
He leaned over her once more, covering her mouth with his hand.
"Damn Alyssa," while his tone was meant to be chastising it came
out thick and dripping with his desire. He pulled out and slammed
back into her. She moaned out again, but this time his hand stifled
much of the sound as her fingers tightening on the back of the
chair. Slowly out and once more back in. Her pussy tightened around
him. She felt like heaven, her tight dripping wet cunt wrapped
tightly around his length.

Two more
thrusts and there came a knock at the dressing room door. "Miss, is
everything okay in there?"

Evan froze,
his cock buried deep inside of her. "You okay to answer," he
whispered.

She trembled
under him as she nodded.

Not convienced
that she could, but knowing he had no choice he removed his hand
from her mouth and hoped for the best.

"I'm fine..."
she called out, impressing him that she was able to maintain a
steady tone in her reply. "I'm almost finished."

There was a
moment of silence.

"If you need
anything, Miss, then just let me know."

Alyssa giggled
softly, looking over her shoulder at him, and then moaned as he
pulled out and slammed back into her.

"How did I let
you talk me into this?"

She giggled a
little louder, "It wasn't that hard."

Grabbing her
hips in his hands he pulled out and slammed back in. Again and
again, Alyssa bucked back against him, meeting his every thrust.
With each thrust he found himself coming closer to the brink. He
leaned forward again, his mouth against her ear and his hand
reaching around her, parting her pussy lips and exposing her clit.
"Are you going to come for me Alyssa?"

"Soon," she
whimpered her response as he reached around her, parted her pussy
lips and began to stroke her clit as he rammed over and over into
her, pulling out almost completely and then driving hard back
in.

She had just
gotten the word uttered from her lips when she moaned loudly - too
loudly - tensed up and then exploded over his cock, covering his
thick shaft with her sweet nectar.

That was the
final straw for him. Her pussy begged him to give in and let go.
Holding tight to her hips he groaned loudly, rammed in hard one
final time and a surge of his cum came rushing from him, violently
slamming into her moist core, filling her completely and mixing
with her own juices.

Evan had to
reach out and support himself with a hand on the wall on either
side of them as an overwhelming sense of relieve washed over him.
"My God Alyssa, you make me crazy," he managed to growl as he
regained his composure and slowly, regretfully, pulled himself from
her wet heat. A mixture of their juices quickly followed slowly
making their way down her inner thighs.

As he pulled
up his pants and began to close them back up, while attempting to
assist Alyssa out of the dress, the sound of voices outside of the
dressing room had both he and Alyssa sharing an alarmed look.

They heard
us?
Alyssa mouthed over to him.

Ahhh,
shit.
He shrugged and then ran a hand through his hair. Evan
eyed the door which he was thankful went to the floor, keeping the
sight of two sets of feet hidden.

A knock
sounded at the door. "Miss, would you please step out of the
dressing room for a moment." The politeness in her saleswoman's
tone was gone. She knew.

Evan wagged a
finger at her, scowling.

"S-sure.
I-I'll be right out," she squeaked as she finished getting dressed
and began to gather the several dressed she'd tried on into her
arms.

Evan could
feel the heat rushing to his face at the thought of facing the
middle-aged sales person as he and Alyssa took the walk of shame
through the store. Looking down at Alyssa as she straightened and
smoothed down her hair, he was slightly annoyed to see that she had
already regained her composure and was beaming up at him. She was
supposed to be the shy one dammit!

"So we're
taking the silver one?" she whispered stepping up to him quickly
and kissing him.