The Shopping Trip - Sex Stories

The Shopping Trip

... waves of pleasure; your screams of ecstasy seem to revebirate around the confines of the car. You slowly withdraw your fingers, bringing them to your mouth and sucking them clean. You adjust yourself, smiling across at me. As finally we pull into the carpark, by now my body is becoming tense, straining for release. I feel dizzy as adrenalin surges through my body. By the time we have entered the shop, I am in an erotic haze. All I can focus on is the thought of ravaging your beautiful body. The smell of your perfume is intoxicating. We flick through rail after rail of suits. I can take it no more. I lean forward. “I want you here and now, follow me,” I whisper. Your eyes close for a moment, I know just the sound of my voice can make you wet. I pick up two suits, take hold of your hand, I walk toward the changing room, My breathing is becoming more rapid, as I focus on the task at hand. “Wait here, I’ll come and get you in a minute,” I murmur in your ear. I collect a token from the attendant, and find an empty cubicle at the end of a row. Hurriedly, I undress and put one of the suits on. Brazenly, I walk up to the assistant. ”Is it okay if my girlfriend comes in? I need a second opinion.” She nods, barely looking at me. The door of the cubicle closes I turn, and before my eyes can focus on your beautiful face, I feel your tongue brushing my lips, so I open them, welcoming your tongue inside my mouth. Our kiss quickly becomes more passionate and urgent. My hands are running ...

... all over your body & I push you, towards the mirrored wall of the cubicle. My lips brush your collarbone moving lower. You have alreasy anticpated my next move, and you are hastily undoing your blouse. I begin licking, sucking, and kissing one nipple. While you pinch and squeeze the other with your fingers. I feel your stomach muscles flutter, in anticipation beneath my fingers. My hands run up the inside of your thighs. My right hand starts to slide under the edge of my skirt; my ultimate goal is to release the building pressure from within you. My fingers make contact with your pussy lips through the sodden material of your thong. You gasp, your whole body quivering at my touch. My middle finger plunges into your wetness, as my index finger rounds circles your clit. You pinch your nipples, and roll them between your thumb and finger. As I withdraw them, a moan escapes your lips. I bring my fingers up, and I look at them. They are coated in your glistening, sweet juice; your eyes meet my gaze. You lean forward and suck your juices from my fingers. I push them back deep inside you, and apply pressure to your g spot. Your left hand grabs the bulge in pants; rubbing it, my cock is swollen and hard. You free me as I continue the onslaught on your clit. I put one hand against your mouth, to stifle your moans. You squeeze me harder as I thrust my hips against your hand. Your hand works my cock free of my pants, driving me closer to climax. I turn you around so your breasts touch the ...