Message-ID: <15965eli$9810041957@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gyrlfrenzy@aol.com (GyrlFrenzy) Subject: Shop 'Til You...? [M/F] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980921194157.12034.00002868@ng85.aol.com> HEY YOU, THIS IS A WARNING: The following story contains sexual content and graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adults above the age of 18. If you're not at least 18 years of age yourself, or you find this brand of literature offensive, then close this window now and delte the file! Everybody else, enjoy! ;) ____________________________________________________________ Every guy in the mall is staring at me, and it’s driving me crazy with excitement. The way you had me dress this morning for our shopping trip is attracting plenty of attention, and you slide your arm around my bare waist tighter and grin as the other guys stare at me in lust and glare at you in jealousy. I’m wearing, just barely, a li’l stretch white spandex sleeveless crop-top that shows off my arms and my tight belly, and a skimpy light hot-pink summer micromini that flutters in the breeze and barely covers my buns. This morning when I’d gotten dressed, you watched me reach for my Doc Martens and you made me put them back in the closet and instead told me to wear those party shoes you so luv...the high heel strappy pumps, with a pair of hot pink ruffled socks. Together we stroll through the mall and I know where you’re guiding me. In the cool AC of the mall, my nipples are stiffening and they’re so clearly visible through the thin stretch top that I know every guy in the place is staring at me...and I know they’re getting hard at the sight of me...to them I’m hot enough being an Asian gyrl, hot for being in shape, hotter still for the way I’m dressed... You promised to buy me a present, but as you guide me towards your favourite store in the mall to shop for me I know this is going to be as much of a present for you as for me. We stroll through the doors of Victoria’s Secret, grinning at each other, and the lush perfume of the place fills our senses together as you whisper to me, “I’m going to pick out something for you.” “And I don’t have any say in what it is?” I whisper back. “Absolutely none,” you murmur with a low growl, and my skin tingles as you slide your fingertips down the bare curve of my lower back. We could have shopped for hours...you *know* how much I luv the lingerie here, how much I luv wearing it for you, showing it off...and I can tell almost immediately with a quick secret glance at you how physically excited you are to be here with me right now. We could spend forever here dressing and undressing me in skimpy and frilly silks and satins...but I think you must have been peeking at the catalogues I get, because you have something already in mind and picked out for me ahead of time... You move straight to a table of velvet lingerie, and turn to me and smile as I approach behind you. I smile back. I know you love me in lace, love me in satin and spandex...but velvet, that’s a whole new touch sensation. You know my size perfectly, you also know what colours I love best too; you immediately pluck out a wine-red velvet push-up bra and skimpy matching thong. “I want to see you in this,” you whisper, touching my cheek with the soft lushness of the velvet. “I want to feel you in this.” I grin. “Let’s get it and get out of here.” “No.” You shake your head and give me that wicked grin that makes my knees go weak and sends electrical current running straight down my spine. “I want you in it here.” Only for a second do I start to protest. You can’t “try on” lingerie like that in the dressing room (stupid “health regulations!”). On the other hand, we *are* going to buy it...and it’s still early, so the store isn’t yet busy, and the sales clerk is occupied at the desk...what the fuck! We sneak away to the entrance of the empty dressing rooms and slip inside. “Change,” you order me, motioning me into a dressing room, “and don’t call me until you’re completely changed.” You grin. “Leave the shoes on.” Inside the dressing room, alone, I quickly peel off my top, push my skirt down around my ankles, wriggle out of my panties, and quickly, swiftly, I step into the lush velvet thong, sliding it up my legs. I almost gasp aloud as I pull the waistband up onto my waist and adjust it carefully, tugging it up until the thin cord disappears between my tight ass cheeks, smoothing the front over my sex. It rides high on my hips, deep in my rear and skintight over my already moistening sex. I sigh at the feel of it, at the opulence, at the luxuriousness of the velvet, and now I can feel myself getting even more damp at the thought of you waiting impatiently outside, and I reach for the bra and slide it over my shoulders and snap it into place. It’s one of those that lifts and enhances my breasts, and I luv what it does to my cleavage, and I know you will too...my nipples are so hard, erect as bullets, so that they’re even poking through the velvet, and as I stand there and run my hands across my velvet-clad breasts I stare at myself in the full-length mirror, bra, thong, and high heels, and I *know* you’re gonna luv this. You’re inside in an instant after I motion for you, and I can tell you’re instantly approving, immediately erect. We start to fondle and kiss, and as your hot tongue slips into my mouth I gasp at the enthusiasm with which you grab me. One hand slides over my velvet-clad breasts, pressing hard against my nipples; the other grips my bare ass tightly and forces me tighter to you. I’m gasping breathlessly, and I can feel the intense strength and power of your cock throbbing hard as steel inside your jeans, your erection tight against my stomach. And then and there I know what I want, I know what I need...I need to feel strength, that power...I need your cock, I need to *taste* it. I sink to my knees into the lush carpet of the dressing room and pop open the buttons of your tight 501s. I’m in a hurry now (as excited as I am, I’m still thinking about getting caught in here), and you’re not complaining at the speed with which I’m working, so I tug down your jeans and shorts as swiftly as I can with trembling hands and gasp out loud as your luscious already-erect cock springs up to thump me in the face. “Suck it,” you order me. “*Suck* it!” I slide my hands over it, feeling you twitch and gasp, soooo hard right now...as hard as you are when we first wake up naked together in the early morning, and I can feel your pulse pound as I slide my fingers up and down. You’re sooooo thick I can barely wrap my fist around you. I’m practically drooling now, so turned on...this isn’t the first time we’ve had sex in a dressing room but it’s by far the most intense...and we haven’t even *done* anything yet! You let out a deep, low throaty moan as I wrap my lips around your shaft and slowly slide you into my wet mouth, swirling my tongue around your throbbing cockhead. You tangle your hands in my hair and slowly begin to thrust your hips forward, fucking my mouth, making me bob my head up and down on your cock, and I gaze up at you and meet your fiery gaze. I know you luv it when I gaze up at you like this; is it my Chinese eyes that drive you so crazy when I’m sucking you off? I can tell how turned on you are. “Lift up your ass,” you order me, and I immediately obey by arching my thong-clad buns upwards so you can see them bobbing up and down as my entire body moves on your cock. I can feel you start to shiver and tremble; as I tilt my head that fraction forward so that I can take you just that li’l bit deeper, I can feel your huge heavy cumladen balls begin to stiffen as they slide against my drool-wettened chin, and I know you aren’t far off from cumming, and that you’ll be cumming *hard*. I wonder if you’ll allow me to me drink it or if you’ll pull out to unload your cum all over my face...I *do* luv having you do that, but in here it’s going to be very messy to clean up... But you have a better idea. You pull up on my head hard suddenly, pulling my mouth off your cock. A thin strand of spit dangles between my tongue and your throbbing cockhead before you pull me to my feet; I stumble for a moment on the high heels. “Inside you,” you growl, and I shiver with excitement as you push me roughly back against the wall of the dressing room. I start to reach down to peel the thong off, but you grab my wrists in one of your hands and hold me still. “Leave it on,” you demand, and we pause while you strip off your t-shirt so that you’re naked, your hard muscled body slicked with sweat, and while one hand unconsciously strokes your huge glistening cock, you reach down with the other hand to pull aside the crotch of my velvet panties to reveal my moist pink sex. I can feel my juices already rolling down the insides of my tight thighs and I brace myself for you... You position your cock at the entrance to my dripping sex and I’m ready to push forward and fully impale myself on you, the rough tangle of the thrust-aside panties pulling hard up my ass, but you slide your hands around my shivering waist and down to cup my bare ass, and I instantly know how you want to take me, and I almost cum right there and then just from the thought alone. You grab my ass cheeks *hard*, tight, fingers digging into my flesh, and lift me off my feet, off the carpet, and insistently pull me down onto your thick long cock, splitting my pink lips in two as you drive up deep and hard inside my drooling slit. I have to muffle my squeals as I sink down onto your cock, feeling you fill up my tight wetness, and I wrap my arms around your neck and hold on as you use your leverage to begin pumping my entire body up and down the full length of your cock. It’s a position that surprised me intensely the first time you took me this way, and it hasn’t gotten any less exciting; I’m dangling off the floor, totally under your control. You’re pulling me on your cock using my rear end as a handle, and there’s nothing I can do but hang on for dear life for the fuckride of a lifetime. You growl deep in your throat as you begin to bounce me up and down, and I lean forward a little to press my velvet-clad breasts against you and allow your cock to slide harder against my swollen li’l clitty. I’m totally under your control, like you’re using my body as a fist to jerk yourself off with...and I don’t care one bit, because I’m getting a glorious rough fuck as well. It doesn’t last long, we’re both so excited. I go over the edge so easily with you at the best of times, and this is so arousing I can barely control myself. I start to gasp as I feel my ’gasm approaching, moaning quietly but in the words I know you luv: “Gonna cum...gonna cum...gonna cum...” I sense my body spasming, I feel the lightning crack straight up from between my drooling thighs up my spine to explode in my brain, and I bury my face in your shoulder to muffle the scream I want to let out as I *cum*, hard, fast, violent. “I’m cumming...” I gasp in a breathless, ragged whisper. “Cummmmmmming...” You can usually last soooo long, that it surprises me right now, but I guess the excitement has driven you over the edge, or maybe feeling me cum so hard starts you going, but you groan, trying to keep quiet but not quite succeeding: “Cummin’...” and your hard body tenses as you unload into my creamy slit, blasting your luscious cum deep into my unprotected cunt in thick, long, violent jets. I can feel you fill me with your cream so hot and thick, pumping blast after blast to load me up with your delicious cum. I feel soaked in it deep inside me, drowning in it, and I hang onto your sweaty naked body and pant as I finally catch my breath. There’s a sudden knock on the door and we both instantly freeze. “Everything okay in there?” calls a cheerful female voice. “Can I help you with anything?” The tone of her voice is a relief; she’s so chipper that she can’t know what’s been going on in here. I clear my throat and reply like I’m drunk. “No thanks...” I slur, and we slowly relax as we hear her move away. You slowly release me and I slide down your body to dizzily stand again, your cock (still hard, wow!) slipping out of my cum-filled slit to slide messily against my stomach. We grin and kiss each other, and I can feel how wet I am with our combined ‘gasms slishing away inside my tight, slick, but *very* happy pussy. Sooooooo full of cum...that’s the way you luv to keep me, and the way I luv to be. We dress again quickly and quietly. I’m in my skirt and croptop and start to step back into the little pink panties I put on this morning, but you take them away from me. With no words spoken, you grin as you slip them into your pocket. The velvet thong is another matter. For a second I think you’re going to make me wear it and shoplift it out, but your idea of breaking Victoria’s Secret’s store rules is apparently only limited to a quickie in the dressing room, and you pick it up off the floor. The bra’s a little smushed but otherwise in fine shape, but the thong...fuck, how can we dare put this back on the table? It’s not totally ruined, but it’s quite damp from both of us... I think for a second you’re going to make me leave it there in a wet puddle in the corner of the dressing room, but the dressing-room fuck has only ignited your boldness. Sneaking out of the dressing room unseen, we stroll hand-in-hand up to the counter, and you lay the bra and panties on the counter and pull out your Amex. We smile at the girl behind the counter, and she smiles back, a pretty blonde (and I *know* you’re wondering what kind of Vicky’s Secret undies *she’s* got on under that blouse and skirt) and she rings up the purchase. I almost hold my breath as she picks up the thong, but she wraps it up in tissue without comment, slides it into a little shopping bag and presents it to me with a smile. It’s only then, as we turn with thank you’s to go back into the mall, that I notice the blonde’s nipples have gotten hard...poking thickly against her tight blouse like someone had suddenly started to flick them with a hot wet tongue. You wrap an arm around me and gently stroke my bare waist as we leave the store, and I steal one last glance back at the salesgirl, only to catch her absently licking her pretty lips... ...And she’s not staring at my face, she’s staring at my legs... ...And as we head out into the mall, I begin to feel a trickle of your cum running down the inside of my bare thigh and down my leg...you hold me tighter as we walk and I feel it roll in translucent trickles down, down, down... ____________________________________________________________ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----