As I rush for the bathroom, you call to me, “What’s on the agenda, today?” I yell back, “Not much, babe…nothing that I can think of!” I hear you grumbling in the bedroom about how rare that is, and how surprised you are that I don’t have this Sunday planned from dawn till dusk. I smile at your grumbling, knowing how much we love being together, no matter what it is we are doing. I return to the bedroom, finding you already dressed, as is your way, and throw on my old bathrobe, as is my way, and follow you down the stairs for coffee and toast.
As we sit across from each other making our morning small talk, I mention the new dress I bought the day before and what an unusual color of teal it is, and how much I would love to find shoes that match. You tell me that today would be the perfect day for shopping, that you wouldn’t mind going to the mall and picking up a few new c.d.’s. I smile and grow excited, knowing your impeccable taste and generous wallet. “Great,” I yell, as I leap from the table, “I’ll be ready in thirty minutes!” You grin indulgently and continue to sip your coffee, knowing that it will take me a little longer than that to shower and dress.
In a mere forty minutes, I appear before you, wearing the new dress and ready to go. You look at your watch, look at me and smile approvingly. I grab my purse and follow you to the car. You laugh at my excitement over a mere shopping trip and lean over and plant a smooch on my cheek. “You look ravishing, my dear! Nice dress,” you tell me. I sit up a little straighter with that small secret smile on my face that tells you how pleased I am at your kind words.
We arrive at the mall in short order, and drive around looking for a parking space. You offer to drop me at the entrance, so that I do not have to walk far, but I refuse, saying that I love to be seen on your arm. You smile and find the closest spot that you can and park quickly. You come over and open my door, as I’m searching for my purse, and we walk towards the entrance, your arm protectively about my waist.
As we enter the shoe store, I immediately arrow for the dress pumps, as you head for the men’s shoes, knowing that I will be some time making my decision. A few moments later you notice me sitting waiting for the young handsome clerk to fit the shoes on my feet and realize that I am sitting with my legs spread perhaps a little more than necessary. I notice you out of the corner of my eye as you bend over to straighten your pant leg (as if it really needed straightened!) and smile broadly at you. You wink at me as you realize that my panties are in my drawer, as is usual for me. I smile serenely at the young clerk, waiting for his reaction, as he too, realizes that I am sitting spread-legged and pantiless in front of him. He bends over to put the shoe on my foot, glances up my shapely leg, and his mouth drops a little in surprise. He glances at my face, whereupon I wink at him and lick my lips invitingly. He blushes and asks me how the shoes feel. I look unwaveringly into his eyes and reply, “It’s a tight fit!” with a small smile on my face. He squirms uncomfortably and mumbles something about a half-size larger and heads for the back room to look for them. You walk casually over and stand in front of me for a moment, a huge grin on your face, wink and walk back to where you can watch without being observed by the poor hapless clerk.
As the clerk comes back with the larger pair of shoes, I ask his name. “Roy,” is his rather curt reply, as he blushes furiously again. I smile and tell him my name, and thank him for indulging me, but I think I would rather see a different pair of shoes. I stand up, flashing him as I do so, watching Roy’s face as he blushes again. I choose another pair of shoes and wait while Roy finds my size and heads back to fit them on my feet. “How do these feel, ma’am?” he asks, timidly. I reply, “These are just not quite right, Roy, do you have anything in back that I can look at?” He responds that there are a few shoes that are not out front, and would I like to see those instead? I nod my assent and follow young Roy into the back room where the stacks of shoes are.
As we enter the room, I pretend to stumble a little, falling against Roy, my breasts brushing against his arm as he reaches out to catch me. I take the opportunity while in his arms to snake my tongue out and lick his lips for him. He gasps in surprise, drawing back just a little. I tell him not to be frightened; I will not bite him, unless he asks me to! He smiles a little nervously at that, and leads me a little further back into the room. I walk very closely to him, my thighs brushing his as we turn a small corner. I glance down to see if I am having any effect on Roy at all, and notice to my gratification that his pants are not quite as smooth as they had been. I smile to myself and hold onto Roy’s arm when he points to a pair of shoes rather far up the stack. As he reaches for the shoes, I put his arm around me and pull him towards me, my lips reaching for his. He draws back a little at first and then relaxes a bit as I whisper that everything is fine, that he will be a happy man in just a few minutes, my hand traveling down his chest to the front of his pants, lingering on his growing hardness there.
I lean into Roy, forcing my breasts against his chest and his back against the shelf stack. He responds to me by placing his hand over my right breast, grasping it firmly and thrusting his hips into mine. I press my lips fervently against his, sucking his tongue into my mouth as if it were his rigid cock. His hand reaches under my dress, pulling it up to my thighs, as he searches for my ready warm wetness. I jerk into his hand as he touches my clit and reach for his pants, unzipping them and freeing his hard cock. I grasp his hardness in my right hand and begin a long slow stroking up and down, feeling him grow harder and larger, my left hand still behind his head pressing his mouth against mine. My lips travel down his neck as he turns his head to one side, and I notice a small movement behind the shelf and see you standing there spying on Roy and me as we begin our little passion play. I moan softly against Roy’s neck as his fingers find a wet welcome home. He is panting a little from the kisses and the stroking and we continue writhing until I can no longer confine myself to just fingers and hands. I pull Roy’s pants down to his ankles and drop to my knees, taking his stiff cock into my mouth, rimming the head with a hard pointy tongue, feeling him holding onto my head as I begin a slow, rhythmic up and down sucking motion. He begins to thrust into my mouth, teeny strokes at first and then becoming more urgent and deeper the harder I suck. I suddenly raise my head and look at him, his eyes glassy, breath fast and uneven and stand up and tell him that I want him inside me. He looks at me, raises my dress even higher and starts to thrust his hips towards mine, cock searching for cunt. I look into his eyes as I raise one leg up to facilitate his entry and see them widen in surprise as you round the corner. I hold him close to me and force him deeper inside, just a bit, and whisper to him that everything is fine, you are just here to help me fulfill my fantasy. He almost stops his thrusting until he realizes that you are not angry, but are unzipping my dress and reaching for my breasts. As he starts to stroke long and deep inside me, I feel your cock rubbing against my ass. You lean into me and whisper how hot I look with Roy’s cock inside me, and my dress pulled up to my waist and down over my tits. You tell me how wonderful I am and how much you love to watch me getting fucked, all the while rubbing your hard cock against me and pulling my soft tits with your fingers.
I moan loudly as I lean back against you, making it easier for Roy to fill my dripping cunt with his hot cockmeat. You whisper how much you love to make me happy, and how happy I make you every day. I feel your cock dripping pre-cum against my tight ass and realize that you are about to enter me, also. You gently bite my neck as Roy pumps my pussy, making me moan even louder, panting uncontrollably now. I feel you slowly push against my ass, spreading me a little at a time, easy stroking, in perfect rhythm with Roy. All at once, I feel the little “pop” of your cock head entering my ass, and gasp, stopping my pumping of Roy as I adjust to the overwhelming feeling of fullness. As you slowly, quarter inch at a time, enter my ass, you hold my face in your hands, stroking me and kissing me softly on the cheek. I hold still as Roy pumps my drenched cunt and you push into my hot ass, both cocks filling me fuller than I have ever been before. I gasp, nipples erect, head back against your shoulder, eyes closed, feeling like a docked boat being rocked back and forth in the waves.
You tenderly kiss my throat and lips as you fuck me, as you watch Roy fuck me, holding me up as you feel me clench you tightly inside me, knowing that my knees will give out as I begin to come. I feel Roy’s cock thicken and sense his approaching orgasm. As he begins to spurt his hot cum inside me, he drives his cock as deep into me as he can and I growl deep in my throat, beginning to join him with my own orgasm. You willingly support me as I begin to lose control, driving your own cock deep into my ass, both cocks driving me over the edge of reason and making me scream my orgasm loudly. My screams and thrusting drive you into your own orgasm and I feel you fountain your jets of sperm into my ass…making my own orgasm stretch into wave after wave of clenching pussy and ass.
As we all begin to breathe normally and unclench each other from our orgasmic death grips, you turn my face and kiss me. As I feel your tongue work it’s way into my mouth, I collapse against you a little, and pull you towards me. You tell Roy to look for a wash rag, so that we can clean up and tenderly hold me, brushing your face against mine. After Roy has gone, pants back up around his waist once again, you whisper to me, “Was that good for you, love?” I sigh happily and nod my head, hugging you tightly against me, reveling in the fact that you love to fulfill my happy fantasies.
As Roy returns, wash cloth in hand and put back to acceptable appearance once more, you begin to clean us both up, lovingly and tenderly. As he returns to the storefront to wait on his neglected customers, you help me to put myself together, zipping me up and straightening my dress. You kiss me again, telling me how beautiful I look with a glow on my face. I smile happily and look for my always-misplaced purse. I take your arm and we stride to the storefront, nodding to Roy on our way out. You turn and ask me about the shoes I was looking for. I chuckle, and with a lilt in my voice say, “Suddenly the shoes are not that important, lover, seems the dress works with out them!” You smile indulgently and nod, as we leave the mall and head for home, thoughts of the day going through both our minds, knowing that the bedtime stories tonight will be filled with images of shoes………….
Written by pleasecallme_wyld