From: afgun@engin.umich.edu (Andrew F. Gunnesch)
Subject: VIGNETTE: shopping trip (anonymous)
Keywords: shopping trip anonymous
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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"Let's go shopping!"
Fear packs in my heart as the thought of going through every store in the 100 acre mall chills me. "What do you need?"
"Oh, some...things..."
Hmmmm. Things. Are we talking mouthwash? Clothes? Sleepwear? Frilly things? The mind wanders to last night...in the hammock on the back porch...you ARE insatiable. I've tried every trick in the book, but you keep coming back for more. You just seem to LOVE sex. I'm glad. I just like watching you come.
"Well, are you coming, or not?"
"O.K. But we'll be back in time for Bowling for Cadillacs?"
"Let's go."
We pull up to the mall on the Johnson side. Johnson's...where everything can be had...including the person buying. A little too expensive for me, but you like the clothes. Past the kids clothes, back by the jewelry counters, is the area you are looking for.
"Here's the dresses I was thinking about. What do you think?"
How should I know? I know what I like, but I'm not sure what YOU like. I try to imagine the satin on your body, hugging your curves and draping over your hips. Not bad, and I say so.
"And this one?"
More satin, but looser and in a wraparound style. Easy access, and my loins stir thinking of you wearing and not wearing it. I nod, and smile.
"And I'll need something to wear under it. Come with me? Or you too embarrassed?"
"No, no, I'll come with you." Dresses over my arm, we go to the lingerie department. I see her reach for something in the 38C rack...black, lacy, and BIG. I always wondered what your size was. All I know is, it takes me a while to kiss every part of your breasts, from side to side and top to bottom. Good work always takes time. You DO seem to enjoy it when I lick in big circles, down to your nipples. They usually point up when I get to them. Makes them easier to suck on. Oops, I'm getting hard again. Better get back to the point.
"You like, big boy?"
"Yes, I do. But it would look better on you than me."
For the next ten minutes, you show me all the bras in the rack...satin...lace... cotton...silk...lycra...the textures are boggling. And I imagine you in every one. Some tend to push up and together...instant cleavage...perfect for my tongue. I am getting very hard with the musing. I can't tell if you notice, but the "big boy" remark was cute.
"Well, I'm gonna try some of these dresses and frillies on. Want to watch?"
"No. I'll wait outside and you can model them for me."
"O.K. Wait right outside the door. I'll be right back."
So I wait...two minutes later, you come out with the wraparound on. Looks good... almost a sarong style...a hint of leg...and a lacy, lacy bra strap peeks from the shoulder. Yes, very nice.
"Come on in. No one will know. Come on" as you grab my crotch and lead me into the dressing room. Not much room, but it's no matter as you massage the bulge you dragged me with. "Sorry if I hurt you, but you have to see these things." You whip off the dress, and panties like the bra look real good. The contrast between your tawny skin and the light blue satin is gorgeous, and a low moan sneaks from my throat. You look so lovely. Ready for fun.
"Let's try this one", as I hand you the white silk chemise and tap pants. In a flash, you are naked and in another, you are wearing the offered clothes. I sit down.
"Do you like these? I couldn't model these out there...could I?"
"No," I rumble, finding my voice coming and going. You push your cleavage into my face, begging for a kiss or a lick. The camisole gives me good access to both breasts, and I lick as if my life depended on it. Your hair drapes around me as I reach my tongue to touch your every portion. My fingers find your sparse mound, and I press my thumb into your lips, feeling just a little moisture. We'll change that in a hurry, and I strum your nipple with my tongue and teeth. Now a moan from your throat. You pull away to try another outfit. Now the briefest of panties, almost a thong, and a small demi-bra. It's too small, and your breasts spill out the top, delicious swells. Neither of us are talking, just moaning. I reach around to cup your fanny, pulling your cheeks this way, now that, seeing your sex move with each twist. Thighs spread now, as are mine. The pressure to keep quiet is enormous, as your hands work their magic on my now-hard penis. I lead you to sit and face me on my lap. A deep kiss, touching tongues, then back to your breasts. I could feast all day, and you would enjoy it. As I lap at your curvy breasts, I slide one, then two fingers into your love zone. Very wet now. They squish with the in and out movement. Your hands stroke my hard penis through my pants, and I wish you were inside with that luscious mouth and tongue. The thought of you sucking me brings a cock twitch, and a moan. It vibrates the nipple in my mouth, and you push it deeper between my lips. I hum, and it fills your breast. You stop stroking me, concentrating on the new and delicious sensation. I experiment with different pitches, judging by your response.
"Stand up. Let's try this on your clit." I kneel before you, looking at a soaked thong. We'll have to buy this stuff. Can't put it back on the rack. I purse my lips, and draw your clit into my mouth. Closing my lips around it, I start with a low rumble, then up in pitch and volume. It's working; your hips roll forward and push more of your lips into my chin. My teeth just graze your clit, and you jump. I experiment with louder and lower tones, and slide my tongue into your lips, breathing hot air in waves across your sex. Your hands grab my ears, and lead me back to your mound. Taking a deep breath, I moan into your pubes and roll both breasts into each other, pressing nipples together, then rubbing them back and forth agaings each other. I sense them pop as they do. I smell your scent getting stronger. You must be near the edge. I run my hands all over your body, touching you everywhere I can. All the while, your clit is being licked, sucked, lightly nibbled, strummed, and hummed. Not much longer now. There we go. You grab my head and mash it into your mound as your hips push me into the wall. I wait for you to calm a bit before I disengage. A light sweat covers both of us. We are both a mess. I stand and hold you against me, pressing your soft curves into my chest and hips. I am still rock hard.
"Another time, for me, perhaps?" I ask.
"Let's buy these things and take them home" you answer.
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