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It was another boring visit to the supermarket, my wife having sent me to get a few things as she was “busy”. They say it is a good place to meet the opposite sex, particularly at night, but this had never ever looked like happening to me.As I walked down the frozen food aisle I saw this rather mature lady in front of me, well I say mature but this was simply because I am still relatively young, she was leaning over the freezers and I noticed that as she did so her top was lifting at the waist, giving me a glimpse of bare midriff. My çankaya escort eyes were drawn to this woman and when she stood up I could see that she was well endowed and didn’t appear to be wearing a bra, at least that was what her stiffened nipples were telling me, they were very prominent due to the cold from the freezers.The shop was very quiet as it was quite late at night and so I felt at ease watching her. No one could see the erection which was beginning to tent my trousers at this sight before me. rus escort I had to adjust my trousers as it was getting uncomfortable.She arrived at something that took her fancy but must have been at the back of the freezer, and this time I saw the bottom of her soft breasts as she bent over. I said she was mature but her breasts looked quite firm from what I could see and they were definitely not covered by a bra. She was leaning right in and was lifting her leg to balance in a provocative way, her short skirt eryaman escort rising as she did so. I bent down to tie my shoelace – not that it needed tying – and I was suprised that I could not see even a hint of pantie.I quickly made up my mind and moved towards her. “Can I help you with that?” I asked trying to look as if it was the thing she was trying to reach that I had my eyes on and not her nipples pushing her top out like thimbles. “Yes” she said, “I am trying to get that turkey at the back, but it is too heavy for me”. Well I tried, but it was stuck so we both tried and I could feel the warmth of her bare arm against mine despite the coldness of the freezer, her hip was pushing against mine and I could imagine my hand running up under her dress cupping her cheeks, caressing her warm soft bum.

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading this anywhere else, it has been stolen, and the thief shall be visited by scary-ass gingerbread men who will giggle at them every time they try to have a wank.I’m waiting for you.I beat you home from work again, and I’m waiting. Here I am, in the kitchen, bent over the table and facing the door. I’m wearing nothing but a pair of shiny heels and an apron. I adjusted it so that you will be able to see my two large breasts spilling over the top as they squish against the wood.Mmm, wood. I’m thinking about your wood; your big, hard, throbbing wood…But you aren’t here yet. I wish you would hurry çankaya escort up. Just a few strides away, and I’m still waiting. It will only take you a minute or two from walking in, fucking me, and filling me with your spunk. But right now is lasting forever, this interminable waiting.I shift my legs, big, naked bum in the air as you open the front door, letting the little draughts of winter sneak in to lick my bare skin.I’ve been leaning over this table for fifteen minutes now, and my juices are flowing already. As soon as you walk in that door, you will see me, forearms and hands flat on the table, pale, round rus escort boobs bulging over the green and white striped cotton. And behind my head, you will see my big, round ass cheeks, a larger imitation of my squishy in-built cushions, waiting for you. More cushion for the pushin’, they say. Whatever, my ass is big, and you like it, you tell me.I’m wearing these heels because I know my wet pussy is now at exactly the right height for…I hear you pause. No wonder, I hung my damp knickers on the peg you hang your coat on. I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing. You know I’m home, and I would have called out to you by now, were eryaman escort this any other day. But this is today, and this is now, and seconds from now, you will be feasting your eyes on my smooth skin, with blood flowing fast into your cock.I hear you hanging up your coat. Did you sniff my panties? Are you holding them now? Seconds are obnoxious days to this pulsing between my legs, lad. Hurry up! Never mind my knickers, come and get what made them wet!I squeeze my thighs together, and feel the delicious oozing of sweet, slick honey seeping down my soft inner thighs. I didn’t shower when I got home from work. I know you love my scent, mixing in its own earnestness all day. You will slide wonderfully inside me…Mmm… I spread my legs, strong muscles taut over the heels, glistening petals delicately welcoming the rush of fresh air. Ah, the promise of your hardening cock, slowly sliding its length between these lips.

Even for Alabama it was a hot day in May. I had no awareness of soccer really, football dominated the south, but my boyfriend had gone home for his grandfather’s funeral so I tagged along with a couple of girlfriends to an exhibition game with a visiting Italian team. I was a junior in college and had been having sex with my boyfriend most of the year. Things were pretty serious. Though Catholic I was on the pill. It was 1984 after all and I was a modern girl. Empty seats outnumbered spectators in the stands. Soon my friends lost interest in the lopsided game and left to get ready for a night of partying. I stayed on, intrigued not so much by the game itself as by the incredible level of fitness of the players. This wasn’t the American football mixed bag of huge heavyweight linemen, stocky running backs and tall receivers. These guys all possessed similarly trim strong bodies with great legs and sexy abs. I was enjoying watching them play. Shortly after the girls left I saw one of the players get injured. Apparently his ankle sprained when an opposing player tripped him. He was yelling obscenities in Italian. It was hard to tell if he was more upset about his ankle or about having to leave the game. He was good looking, medium build with shaggy sandy colored hair, unusual for an Italian I thought. After a trainer looked at his ankle on the sideline the injured player hobbled off toward the field house locker room. I had been in that locker room more than once. etimesgut escort My boyfriend and I found it open one night while we were walking around the abandoned athletic fields looking at constellations for our astronomy class. We had sex on one of the benches that ran between the aisles of lockers. I liked the excitement of it. We found the door unlocked two other evenings as well when our roommates somehow conspired to take away our privacy. I pictured the cute Italian soccer player alone in the locker room, angry, slamming locker doors, cursing in Italian and throwing his shoes in a clang against the metal lockers before finally settling down and taking a long shower. I don’t know what came over me. I left the bleachers and before I knew it I was walking down the entrance hallway beyond the door of the field house to find myself peaking around the corner of the dividing wall into the locker room. No one was there but I could hear the unique hissing and splashing of water in the large shower room. I leaned against the end of a row of lockers just a few yards away from the hallway where I would be able to see him come from the showers and he would be sure to see me. I positioned my straight hair three times before draping it forward over one shoulder to extend down to the lower edge of my tube top. I didn’t know what to do with my hands to appear nonchalant. I would like to have leaned back with my hands in my pockets, but eryaman escort there were none in my light athletic shorts or my blue tube top, so when I heard the water turn off I folded one arm beneath my breasts and gripped my other arm above my elbow as I slouched against the locker. I saw the boy before he saw me, shaking water from his head, his soft penis jumping around innocently. He picked up a towel from the pile of them and pulled it down over his face to dry it. When his face reappeared from behind the towel he saw me. His look of surprise was in itself worth being there. Without saying a word, I walked over to him, crossed my hand to his far shoulder and walked around behind him, my fingers dragging across the light wet hair of his upper chest to press against the front of his shoulder as I pulled myself against his back crushing my breasts against him. He was a compact boy, no taller than me. He stood still as I circled my other arm around to his stomach. I felt the water on him seep through the front of my tank top and shorts. He brought his hands behind onto my rear and pulled me tighter against his ass, it was his first response to me. Both of my hands trailed down along his abdomen and met at his groin cupping his balls with one hand while my fingers curled around his penis. I stroked him gently enjoying the feeling of his shaft as it stiffened in my hand. When I felt him start to move I let go of him to pull my shorts sincan escort off over my sneakers and lied down with my back on the long wooden bench, my legs straddling it with my feet on the floor. I let my knees fall further apart blatantly offering myself to him. He leaned over me and looking straight into my eyes slid one hand up under my tube top to grip my breast in his palm. I felt the fingers of his other hand on my sex and he wiggled two of them into me and fingered me. I held his gaze for as long as I could before the sensations of his hand kneading my breast and his fingers rhythmically hooking up into me forced mine to close. Before I could come he removed them. I opened my eyes to see him bring his fingers to his lips and nose. He breathed in deeply closing his eyes for a moment and then licked them both before stepping across the bench. He slid into me easily with a mixture of exquisite pain and pleasure, the base of him pressing tightly against my most sensitive area and holding there firmly as if he never wanted to leave. I opened me knees further and pulled on his buttocks with my hand. He felt so solid, so strong, so good, and when he began to fuck me it was gentle at first and grew more and more fierce. Not a word had yet been spoken. Soon he was driving into me like an animal. I was almost carried away by it when I heard the fearful sound of cleats echoing in the hallway entrance of the locker room. My newfound Italian lover heard it too. I could tell. Even though he continued to fuck me the frenzy of his pace was gone. I tried to push him off but he kept me pinned to the bench whispering “soltanto uno” into my ear. I somehow knew what he meant because I too had determined it was only one player coming and not the whole team.

I must have had a restless night, because when I woke up the next morning the top sheet was on the floor and I was sprawled naked on top of the bed with my legs apart, showing off everything I’d got. I smiled as I thought of Matt waking up and seeing me like that, and examined myself briefly for evidence of fresh semen, in case he hadn’t been able to resist jerking off over my naked body. But as far as I could tell he hadn’t indulged himself in that particular perversion. Maybe he was starting to run out of spunk at last.  I had a shower, and got dressed. For some reason, I was feeling especially horny already, so I decided to have a “no underwear” day. I slipped on an oversized t-shirt over my bare top half (I didn’t want it to be too obvious that I had no bra on) and a summery skirt that was long enough to protect my modesty when I was sitting down (as long as I kept my knees together). By the time I’d wandered downstairs, my parents and Matt had almost finished breakfast. Mum and Dad announced that they were going to drive to the local cider farm to stock up with a few litre bottles before we went home. I perked up at this. Although I’d planned to go on the beach again, I’d recently developed a bit of a taste for proper cider, as opposed to the watered-down muck that’s served in most English pubs outside the West Country. And I wouldn’t be driving so there would be nothing to stop me sampling a few of the different brews that would hopefully be available to taste. “I’ll come too, if that’s okay,” I said. My dad laughed. “Okay, just as long as you don’t drink too much. How about you, Matt?” Matt smiled.“I’ll stay here, if that’s okay,” he said. “I’ll go on the beach instead. The surf doesn’t look too bad this morning.” I suspected he was looking forward to getting Sally etimesgut escort by herself, although it would be just his luck if she went off with her mum instead. But that was his problem. “Well, don’t stay in too long,” said my mum, who just couldn’t stop being motherly, even with other peoples’ children. “And don’t drown,” I added, and Matt stuck his tongue out at me. “Do you need to get anything?” said my mum. She’d probably noticed I hadn’t got a bra on, but I didn’t think it was that obvious in my loose t-shirt, and besides, we weren’t going anywhere posh. Anyway, she didn’t always wear one herself: I’d definitely taken after her in the boob department. Small but perfectly formed, and well able to pass the pencil test. “No, I think I’m fine,” I said, and she didn’t say anything else, so that was ok. So off we went, my dad driving, probably hoping that my mum would drive back if he had a drink. It was only about twenty minutes drive to the cider farm. I say cider farm, but it was really just an ordinary farm that made a bit of cider on the side. There wasn’t a proper shop, but one corner of a big hay-barn by the farmhouse had been fitted out with a basic serving area, behind which a row of barrels of cider were racked up. There were a few tables, benches and bales of hay lined up for those people who wanted to sit and have a few drinks right there, but most of their business came from take-outs sold to passing trade. They sold the cider in plain plastic containers (like milk), in one, two and four litre sizes, which were filled straight from the barrel. It was very low-tech, but the cider was lovely, even if some of it was rather strong. When we rolled up, the farmer himself was busy tasting the latest batch with a lad who looked eryaman escort about twenty, and who I guessed must be his son. As soon as it was obvious that we were actually going to buy something, he was very happy to let us taste the different brews on offer. I sampled a couple that were a bit dry for me, but there was a sweetish one that was absolutely delicious, and my dad bought me a pint of it. There obviously wasn’t much proper farming that needed doing that morning, because the farmer soon got chatting with my parents about the cider business, and how his family had been making it for years and years, using apples from their own orchard. It was obviously his pride and joy. “Do you fancy a quick look at the orchard?” he said. “It’s only a few minutes walk away, just round the back of the barn. Bring your drinks. John here can mind the shop for half an hour or so.” My parents made the right sort of enthusiastic noises (well, my dad did). “It’s a bit muddy, mind,” the farmer went on, looking at my flimsy footwear, which wasn’t really designed for tramping around fields. “Oh, I’ll wait here,” I said. “I’ve got my drink and a book in my bag, so I’ll be fine.” I sat myself down on one of the benches, got out my book, and had another swig of cider. But I’m afraid my mind kept getting distracted, mainly watching John, the farmer’s son, as he idled about behind the serving counter, sorting out the take-out containers. Not beating about the bush, he was a real hunk. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his abs, and when he turned his back I couldn’t help admiring his trim bum in his jeans. Not only that, but I noticed that he kept glancing up at me as I sat at the table sipping my cider. Maybe it was the effect of the cider, or maybe sincan escort I was just feeling horny, but I wondered just how closely he was looking at me. It might give him a little treat if I let him see that I was going commando. I casually pulled my skirt a little further up my legs, then parted my thighs just enough, so I knew that my plump mound and the line of my labia would be visible. Next time he looked my way, he’d get an eyeful. I pretended to be looking at my book, but I saw him almost do a comedy double-take when he noticed my knicker-less state. He very quickly began finding “work” to do that meant he could keep looking over at me. Then I noticed his hand seemed to be getting a bit active at crotch level, out of sight behind the counter. It looked very much as if he was having a wank down there. Well, two could play at that game. I casually slipped my hand down between my legs and pulled my skirt right up so that my hand could get at my pussy. Gently, I began to rub at my labia, then slipped a finger between them, up into the sticky wet depths of my tight vagina. I looked at him as I was doing it, deliberately challenging him to catch my eye. As soon as he saw me looking, I smiled, to let him know that I was enjoying the fun. Judging by his arm movements, he was enjoying himself too. I slipped a second finger up inside me, then withdrew them both, glistening with my juices. I raised them to my nose and sniffed the sweet, fresh scent of my arousal. Licking my lips sensuously, I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked off the juices. I felt like such a slut, but I do love having a dirty flirt. I put a hand on the bulge of my left breast and squeezed it through my loose t-shirt, feeling my nipple get hard. I’d had enough teasing; it was time for some action, so I beckoned to him to join me. He looked guiltily over at the door to the barn, and then came over, carrying a container of cider. He’d tucked his cock back inside his jeans, but I could see the massive bulge down his leg. “Did you fancy a top-up?” he asked, with a dirty grin on his face.

Mourning RoutineShe ran her tongue along the smooth skin as she stroked him. Her mouth pulled as she sucked her way up and then back down his length. Her mouth drew him deep and then deeper still into her. On her knees before him, she performed the task designed to please. Little drips of spit ran along him as she sucked on his member. Plopping noises as she drew back the large head coming free from her suction, she drew her tongue along the length and watched him shudder and look at her before returning to the monitor where another girl focused her web cam on herself and typed suggestively to him. Sucking harder, the whole length of him buried etlik escort in her mouth, she strove to exert herself, to draw him away from his computer. Swallowing, she focused on him, providing him with the stimulation she knew he liked best. Lazily he rested a hand on the back of her head while she bobbed there. She thought maybe she had his attention finally and glanced up. No, there was the other girl still there, another window was open on the monitor, and she could see herself as she sucked him. Instinctively she tucked a piece of hair back that was out of place and lifted her chin a little. Then she looked back keçiören escort at the job she was doing trying to forget the audience. His hand fell from her hair and she heard his mouse and keys clicking as he responded to the girl online. She continued sucking and pleasing, hoping that this time he would enjoy it enough to be a participant in what she was doing. This time it would be good enough. This time she would receive her pleasure also. Drawing him deep into her she sucked, licked and swallowed his length. She exerted skill born of long practice and genuine enjoyment. It started that way. She used to love kızılay escort to come up to him while he was occupied online. To draw his pants down and expose his semi erect cock was all fun. It was a way to show just how much she enjoyed him. She would kneel there before him and stroke him with her mouth till neither one of them could stand it. Then either she would fuck him with joy and abandon or perhaps continue to suck till she swallowed all he had to offer her. Either way was a great way to start her day and she loved being the one to make him feel great. The changes had grown slowly. First he would show her to some of the girls he talked to. This was fine and even a turn on. She would exert herself to make a good show and the other girl would share something with them. It was exciting and fun. Then he would chat with the girl while they watched. Down and the back up she worked using all the tools at her disposal.

It was morning and the light of the dawnRecalled me from the pleasure-land of dreams,Images of your radiant bodyWrithing in the throes of climactic joyEmblazoned on the windows of my mind,Unwilling for the memory to fadeOf the wrapt expression on your flushed faceAs successive waves of exaltationRadiated through your undulating limbsFrom the centre of exquisite delightIn the pulsating muscles of your cunt.My cock started to swell with fresh intentAs memories of the night’s hot pleasuresSet my flesh alight with renewed desireUrgent to penetrate your yielding fleshIn a wonderland of mutual bliss. ***** The etimesgut escort revealing beams of the rising sunCaressed your velvet flesh with golden light,Flowing like wine along your recumbent limbsStill entwined with mine in naked repose,A lingering embrace of carnal joy.Led by the golden rays of morning lightMy fingers followed an enchanted pathAlong the contours of your lambent curvesTarrying awhile to squeeze and caressThe voluptuous softness of your breasts.Hardly daring to disturb your slumberYet eager to recapture the raptureOf mutual sexual ecstasy,I gently eryaman escort stroked the swell of your bellyUntil I reached the treasure that nestledIn the hot dark canyon between your thighs. ***** Drowsily you stirred and turning your headOur lips met and fused in a prolonged kiss,Tongues dancing to the primal melodyOf mounting passion and mutual lust.Reaching down between our languid bodiesYour hand oozed through the aromatic filmThat anointed our flesh, ripe with the scentOf our nocturnal gratification,Seeking my tumescent cock where it layPleasantly cushioned sincan escort in the hot fissureOf your deliciously kissable cleft.Oh the exquisite sensations that coursedThrough my feverish flesh when your fingersCaressed the sweet spot just beneath the glansReplete with the promised moment of blissSliding into the velvet of your cunt. ***** Like Aphrodite rising from the wavesYou straddled my libidinous torsoAnd with premeditated wantonnessAdroitly manoeuvred my throbbing cockUntil the glistening bulb of its headLay within the entrance to paradise.Your pendulous lips enfolded my shaftAs sinking down with euphoric relishYou embraced my fervent penetrationIn the dark tunnel of your inflamed sex.Seized by the force of insatiable lust,Resurgent as Apollo’s chariotOur flesh combined in rhythmic urgency,The remorseless momentum of desireCarrying us to sublime ecstasyOn waves of orgasmic exaltation.

It was one of those days; she was in urgent need of relief. Her pussy was itching for something hard, fast, rough, and downright dirty. Never mind it had been a long time since she had seen her lover. “Need a quickie. Available for lunch?” She sent him a quick text. “When too many questions if he showed up. Then an idea popped into her head. Less than five miles away was a national park with plenty of different places they could go. Picnic benches dotted the landscape, trees, nature paths, even a large lake in the middle. They just needed to find an isolated section and she seemed to remember this one camping area way back in the deepest reaches no one ever went. Well, at least not since she was last there a few years back with her family. “Noon. Tell you then.” The rest of the morning dragged by; her meetings were all a blur. Just thinking of him had her pussy dripping; her panties soaked throughout. It was all she could do to sit still. The itch was getting worse by the minute. ‘Was it fucking noon yet?’ she would think as etimesgut escort she would look at her watch. He rolled up to the front as she was walking out the door. Climbing in, she quickly told him to take a right and just drive until he saw the sign for the national park; then he was to turn in. “Love you, too,” he said as he pulled away. “Sorry, babe. I’m just so fucking horny and my pussy needs a really good fucking.” She reached over and started rubbing his rapidly growing cock through his slacks. “My oh my – what have we here?” He reciprocated and ran his right hand up her left thigh, gathering her dress along the way. When he finally reached her snatch, it was quickly evident she was excited. She had apparently removed her panties and her pussy was sopping wet in anticipation. Sliding a finger between her lips, he quickly pinpointed her clit and began a dance with his fingertip. Shortly after, he slid it down and inside her fiery hot pussy. Stroking in and out for three or four strokes, eryaman escort he then removed his finger and offered it to her to clean. “You gonna be my whore for lunch?” “You fucking bet,” she quipped, “and a cheap date, too.” In less than five minutes, they turned in and she began showing him the way to the camp site. She was right; there was no one there. Parking in the shade, she reached over and kissed him deeply. Shoving her tongue into his mouth, they quickly became reacquainted. But, there was just no way she would ever hope to get fucked in his car. A Dodge Challenger was too restricting and they both knew it. Jumping out of the car, they set off down the path toward the lake. About half the way down, he grabbed her by the scruff of her hair, spun her around, shoved her against a pine tree and rammed his tongue back into her mouth. In return, she grabbed his hips and pulled him against her body, feeling his hard cock pressing against her abdomen. Pulling away, she had to take a deep sincan escort breath. She quickly opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered his zipper. Kneeling down as she lowered his trousers, his cock flopped out and smacked her in the forehead. “Someone happy to see me?” she asked. Grabbing her head between his hands, he guided her face toward his member. Opening her mouth, she slid it in, swabbing her tongue over the helmet. She savored the droplets of pre-cum oozing as she began to take more of him into her mouth. “Oh fuck, your mouth is so fucking hot. You like sucking cock, don’t you?” “Mmm hmm,” she replied, while continuing to run her tongue over and around his cock. He began timing the thrusts of his hips with her head bobs, in and out as she was moving back and forth. Even though she had yet to take him completely down her throat, it had never stopped her from trying. Her gag reflex would kick in and she would back away. “Oh fuck me! I love it when you suck my cock.” She took pride in her skills. She loved to suck cock almost as much as she loved to fuck. She loved swirling her tongue around the meaty flesh, flicking it against the head. Drawing his cock into her mouth, sucking on it, pressing the tip of her tongue into the opening at the end, the flavor of his pre-cum, all of it drove her wild.

Isn’t it best fucking done Through a wild and threatening storm?That night there were flashes along the horizonMingling with the glistening city lightsThat etimesgut escort winked in the distance like eryaman escort firefliesThrough silver streamers of driven sincan escort rain.No moon,No stars. Safe inside your roomI was safe inside you.We went at it in the inky blacknessRipped bright by blue-white flares.My climax hammered through meIn beams and boltsWrapped in warm white velvetYou took deepAs your finish raced to meet mineTo the drumming of thunder outside.You wrote about that night in your diary.I wrote about that night here. 

 There they were My two lovers, who take me to heaven and down to hell and back again.NakedVoluptuousScheming Arms wrapped around each other, Their cunts wet, Oh how they enjoy each other. Instantly çankaya escort hard, They see my cock, stiff as a flag pole, standing tall.Grasping rus escort me they pull me to their bed, I can almost taste their wet cunts, As they slip and slide eryaman escort over my body, kissing each other as they grind over me. Guiding them to lay over each other, I fuck both their cunts slipping into oneThen the other, one stroke at a time. Dirty girl wants to catch the drips, So I plunder the one dripping cunt As the other is like a little bird her mouth open wide Then as if  lush crashes, My alarm goes  offI’m woken from my wet dream A sticky mess 

I snuck a glance at her through the mirror on the other side of the store. Yup. She was still staring at me, head resting on her hand. Her face had a bored expression on it, which highlighted the apparent look of longing in her eyes. Of course, this could all just be wishful thinking on my behalf. Her eyes were a greeny-blue mix and she had dyed her shoulder-length hair dirty blonde. She seemed around my age, maybe a few years younger. She was attractive, and I was definitely feeling horny, so I wanted to test my assumption. I picked up a shirt I was looking at, one I hoped would look good on me. I turned around. She was no longer looking at me but I could’ve sworn her eyes had only just guiltily flicked away from me. ‘Excuse me? Could I try this on?’ ‘Yeah, sure!’ She stood up and walked towards me. She was wearing a white shirt with some flower embroidery, tucked into a short wraparound skirt. She was wearing a lanyard around her neck, on which was a blank card and some keys. ‘It’s just this way,’ she said as she passed by me – a bit close, or so it felt. I followed her to a nook in the back of the shop. She went around and stopped in front of a door with a keyhole and a slot in which the words ‘vacant’ appeared. She placed a key from the lanyard into the lock and unlocked it. ‘Let me know if you need anything else!’ she said in a cheerful shop assistant voice. I liked how her voice sounded and it did nothing to stifle the desire inside me. ‘I mean, if you’re not too busy, I would appreciate any thoughts on how the shirt looks on me?’ I asked her.’Oh. I mean, sure! Yeah, like, I’m not busy so…’’Thank you!’ I said as I smiled warmly etimesgut escort at her. Her expression appeared to be trying to read me, which I hoped was a sign of mutual interest. Maybe she was reflecting my expression similarity trying to read hers. I walked into the dressing room, and before she could get cold feet, I pulled off my t-shirt and put the shirt on. Checking myself out in the mirror briefly, I walked back out. She was still there. I stopped a few feet away from her, a distance normally too close if you wanted someone to get a good look at you. ‘What do you think?’ I asked her. She looked me up and down – her eyes flickering to my face – then took a step forward and playfully patted down and straightened the shirt before giving a nod of approval. ‘Yep! Looks very good!’ she said with satisfaction in her voice. ‘Are you sure you’re not just saying that to make a sale?’, I responded playfully. She looked back up at my face with mock offence. I could see her eyes more clearly now. ‘Of course not! It suits you. Fits your body well. Very irresistible.’ Her voice caught on the end of the last word, as if she felt she went a bit too far. I took the chance. I stepped forward; there was only a small gap between our two bodies. ‘Yeah? You think I’m irresistible?’ I asked, insinuation clear in my voice. She didn’t say anything; she didn’t seem to expect the step forward but didn’t step back. She was standing between me and the open changing room door. I reached up and moved her hair off one side of her face, stroking her cheek as I did, then brushing the back of her neck. Her eyes closed and eryaman escort she gasped and let out a small moan. She looked back at me, lust definitely in her eyes, then took some steps back into the changing room. I followed her in and locked the door behind me. As soon as I had, I stepped towards her and pushed her into the mirrored wall. She grunted but did not complain, as I kissed her hard. Her hands gripped onto my shirt and felt her way up to the top buttons, which she started to undo and work her way down. ‘Just in case,’ she breathed at me between kisses, ‘you decide you don’t want it.’ As she undid the last button, she pulled it off me and threw it to the side. I grabbed her hair and pulled it back, forcing her to expose her neck, which I moved on to, giving it kisses and nibbles. Her hands were around my neck and gripping onto my hair as I bit into her, eliciting more louder moans. If anyone else had been in the shop, they would have heard. After a while, I moved back to kissing her, moving my hands to her skirt. I undid the clip and the zip and allowed it to fall off her, exposing her underwear. I lightly brushed a finger against it. She let her head drop back with a light thump against the wall as she gave a lustful moan. I kept teasingly brushing the underwear, only increasing my pressure slightly each time, causing her to buck impatiently. I pushed in harder against the wet fabric. She dropped her head forward, resting on my shoulder, which she started to kiss and bite, making it my turn to moan. As I rubbed around her underwear, she whispered instructions to me about where and how sincan escort to rub. ‘Yeah… higher… higher. Yeah, there, rub in circles there!’ Once I had found the spot, her bucking returned as she pushed against my fingers, her moaning continuing, loud and demanding in my ear as her head continued to rest against my shoulder. ‘Yeah… yeah… please… keep… Yeah…’Soon her moans started to become sharper, and the ‘yeah’s became ‘oh’s. And then her body shuddered as she came. She stiffened for a few seconds, her fingers scratching into my back, then she sighed contently. She became slightly more unsteady in her feet as I felt more weight shift on me. I pushed her off me and back into the wall. Her hair dropped back. She was smiling with her eyes closed and as she opened up to look at me, I knew she spotted the lust still in my eyes. She reached down and rubbed my erection under my pants. The feeling of pressure against fabric was overwhelming and I grunted, causing her to grin at me slyly. She pulled at my belt and undid it, before undoing the zip and the button on my underwear. My penis stood up and out. I grabbed her arm and spun her around. She caught herself with her hands against the mirrored wall. Pushing her legs aside, she bent over and leaned against it. I lifted up her shirt and pushed aside her underwear, exposing her. I lined myself up, pressing the tip against the opening. She moaned, softly again, and wiggled herself with longing. I gave it to her and pushed myself in, bit by bit, resting at each resistance. She moaned as I moved deeper inside her. Once I was in deep enough, I started fucking her.’Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Please. Urgh. Yeah.’ She moaned as I pushed myself in and out of her. ‘You like that? Does it feel good?’ I asked her. My hands were gripped under her arms and on her shoulders, pulling myself into her.‘So good. I’ve needed this… for so long. Needed to get… fucked,’ she spoke between her moans.