Lindsey and John
(M started)
"I've spent too much time here. She's not going to show up. How to not look like a pervert waiting around for my wife to meet me in the Nordstrom's lingerie section, getting a quiver from the mannequins midsections?"
(JB wrote)
Lindsey was smiling watching John fidgeting in the lingerie section. She really was enjoying watching John as he struggled to find himself in the department without looking so obvious.
When John had turned his back and was engrossed trying to figure out the sizing on a lace-push up bra, Lindsey walked over and put her hands over John's eyes. She purred into his ear, "Hi sexy, want my tits to fill that bra? Oh, by the way, I'm not wearing any panties."
(M wrote)
"I've gone commando, too," mmphed John into Lindsey's ear with a quick flicker and a brief tug at her lobe.
"I hope that there aren't any cameras in the dressing rooms, John." John led Lindsey into the Macy's dressing room, knowing she'd have to be quiet....knowing she'd love trying this...feeling so wet...
"but if anyone caught us?"
(JB wrote)
"John, let me go into the dressing room first to make sure that the coast is clear. Keep you cell phone out on vibrate - like I'm vibrating right now." I will text you that all is clear."
John's brows drew together, "Lindsey, how am I going to know what room you are in?"
Lindsey's hand brushed ever so lightly and deftly over John's cock which was starting to feel the confines of his tight Levi jeans. "That bra in your hands that won't cover my tits, will be hung over the door."
Lindsey walked into the dressing room, but not before running her hand over her ass and pulling up the back of her dress - hiking one side up high enough so that one butt cheek was visible. John wished that Lindsey would have bent over so he could get a peek at her pussy which he was hoping was starting to get wet and drip moistening the outer lips. Lost in the delightful and delicious image, John's pocked vibrated.
John pulled out his phone and read the text, All clear, come on back - is your cock throbbing?
John walked into the dressing room. It was weird walking by all those closed doors, he was nervous, where is that bra. At the last door on the right the lacy bra hung over the top of the door. John hesitated at the door, should he knock? Before entering he unbuttoned he jeans - he needed to release his hard throbbing cock from the tight confines of his jeans. He slowing turned the knob and opened the door. The sight that greeted his eyes.....
(M wrote)
...was one which made him even stiffer. Had anyone seen his bulge and unbuttoned jeans at that moment, he would have died from embarrassment.
But Lindsey only caught his eyes, and then dropped her gaze down to the rocket in his jeans...she smiled a wickedly pixyish smile.
"Someone's almost ready to launch...I hope," she deeply whispered.
John's breath hitched.
She was before him in a decadently loose but tight-in-the-right-places chemise she must have poured into.
He glanced at the mirror to the right--her honey sweet outline made him even stiffer.
"This is...mmmm...new," whispered Mike, a little too loudly.
"Come here....but first shut the door!" He pulled the door shut, and as he was latching it so it wouldn't open, someone else entered the dressing room area, coughed, and entered a room a couple of rooms down.
"Hope they don't have cameras in here," said Lindsey.
"I hope they do!"
He backed up to the mirror and pulled Lindsey's hips to his. His fingers then ran up and poured down her back, pulling up and then pulling down that silky chemise while he nibbled, sucked, and pulled with his lips and teeth her earlobe. She could hear his deeper breathing. She knew he was getting into this.
She quivered when he lightly traced his finger from her ass to her clitoris.
Now he knows I am wet and mmmmming commando...time to shift into another gear, she thought...
(JB wrote)
Lindsey huskily whispered into John's ear, "We don't have much time and you need to be quiet."
John emitted a low growl as Lindsey grabbed his rock hard cock and started a slow up and down rhythm. She would squeeze the base then loosen her hand up and stroke up the length until she got to his sensitive tip. Lindsey would then graze her thumb across his tip. A small dewy drop formed.
Lindsey pulled slightly away from John, her lips were parted. Without being aware, Lindsey's pink tongue licked her lips.
John was torn between kissing Lindsey's swollen red lips or sucking on her the pert nipples. In that short moment of hesitation, Lindsey decided to take matters into her own hand. John watched captivated as Lindsey's hand pinched her erect nipple - God it got harder. She rolled the taunt nipple between her supple fingers, stroking and rolling it the same way she stroked and squeezed his cock. Slowly she slid her hand down her body - John's breath quickened. When she got to the hem, she pulled it up and slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. In and out her finger played. Before John could get into the play, Lindsey took her soaking wet finger and rubbed the top of John's cock.
John growled. "Shush, John" Lindsey whispered as she pulled John over to the single chair in the room. Lindsey pushed on his chest until he was forced to sit down.
John tried to gather his senses, but Lindsey in supple feline grace, pulled his pants down, blew a kiss on his quivering cock and pulled the chemise down freeing her large 36D tits.
"God, she is going to fuck me. I can't believe this is happening," thought John.
Lindsey straddled John's legs and impaled herself the hard cock - taking it all the way to the hilt. John could feel Lindsey's pussy lips against his balls. He cock was enveloped in velvet wetness. Before the groan could escape his lips, Lindsey leaned forward, put her tits up to John's lips and demanded, "Suck". She started to ride him. Lindsey put her lips to John's ear, "Make me cream on your cock John. I want you to fill me and fuck me hard. I need you to suck harder...make me cum."
"I've spent too much time here. She's not going to show up. How to not look like a pervert waiting around for my wife to meet me in the Nordstrom's lingerie section, getting a quiver from the mannequins midsections?"
(JB wrote)
Lindsey was smiling watching John fidgeting in the lingerie section. She really was enjoying watching John as he struggled to find himself in the department without looking so obvious.
When John had turned his back and was engrossed trying to figure out the sizing on a lace-push up bra, Lindsey walked over and put her hands over John's eyes. She purred into his ear, "Hi sexy, want my tits to fill that bra? Oh, by the way, I'm not wearing any panties."
(M wrote)
"I've gone commando, too," mmphed John into Lindsey's ear with a quick flicker and a brief tug at her lobe.
"I hope that there aren't any cameras in the dressing rooms, John." John led Lindsey into the Macy's dressing room, knowing she'd have to be quiet....knowing she'd love trying this...feeling so wet...
"but if anyone caught us?"
(JB wrote)
"John, let me go into the dressing room first to make sure that the coast is clear. Keep you cell phone out on vibrate - like I'm vibrating right now." I will text you that all is clear."
John's brows drew together, "Lindsey, how am I going to know what room you are in?"
Lindsey's hand brushed ever so lightly and deftly over John's cock which was starting to feel the confines of his tight Levi jeans. "That bra in your hands that won't cover my tits, will be hung over the door."
Lindsey walked into the dressing room, but not before running her hand over her ass and pulling up the back of her dress - hiking one side up high enough so that one butt cheek was visible. John wished that Lindsey would have bent over so he could get a peek at her pussy which he was hoping was starting to get wet and drip moistening the outer lips. Lost in the delightful and delicious image, John's pocked vibrated.
John pulled out his phone and read the text, All clear, come on back - is your cock throbbing?
John walked into the dressing room. It was weird walking by all those closed doors, he was nervous, where is that bra. At the last door on the right the lacy bra hung over the top of the door. John hesitated at the door, should he knock? Before entering he unbuttoned he jeans - he needed to release his hard throbbing cock from the tight confines of his jeans. He slowing turned the knob and opened the door. The sight that greeted his eyes.....
(M wrote)
...was one which made him even stiffer. Had anyone seen his bulge and unbuttoned jeans at that moment, he would have died from embarrassment.
But Lindsey only caught his eyes, and then dropped her gaze down to the rocket in his jeans...she smiled a wickedly pixyish smile.
"Someone's almost ready to launch...I hope," she deeply whispered.
John's breath hitched.
She was before him in a decadently loose but tight-in-the-right-places chemise she must have poured into.
He glanced at the mirror to the right--her honey sweet outline made him even stiffer.
"This is...mmmm...new," whispered Mike, a little too loudly.
"Come here....but first shut the door!" He pulled the door shut, and as he was latching it so it wouldn't open, someone else entered the dressing room area, coughed, and entered a room a couple of rooms down.
"Hope they don't have cameras in here," said Lindsey.
"I hope they do!"
He backed up to the mirror and pulled Lindsey's hips to his. His fingers then ran up and poured down her back, pulling up and then pulling down that silky chemise while he nibbled, sucked, and pulled with his lips and teeth her earlobe. She could hear his deeper breathing. She knew he was getting into this.
She quivered when he lightly traced his finger from her ass to her clitoris.
Now he knows I am wet and mmmmming commando...time to shift into another gear, she thought...
(JB wrote)
Lindsey huskily whispered into John's ear, "We don't have much time and you need to be quiet."
John emitted a low growl as Lindsey grabbed his rock hard cock and started a slow up and down rhythm. She would squeeze the base then loosen her hand up and stroke up the length until she got to his sensitive tip. Lindsey would then graze her thumb across his tip. A small dewy drop formed.
Lindsey pulled slightly away from John, her lips were parted. Without being aware, Lindsey's pink tongue licked her lips.
John was torn between kissing Lindsey's swollen red lips or sucking on her the pert nipples. In that short moment of hesitation, Lindsey decided to take matters into her own hand. John watched captivated as Lindsey's hand pinched her erect nipple - God it got harder. She rolled the taunt nipple between her supple fingers, stroking and rolling it the same way she stroked and squeezed his cock. Slowly she slid her hand down her body - John's breath quickened. When she got to the hem, she pulled it up and slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. In and out her finger played. Before John could get into the play, Lindsey took her soaking wet finger and rubbed the top of John's cock.
John growled. "Shush, John" Lindsey whispered as she pulled John over to the single chair in the room. Lindsey pushed on his chest until he was forced to sit down.
John tried to gather his senses, but Lindsey in supple feline grace, pulled his pants down, blew a kiss on his quivering cock and pulled the chemise down freeing her large 36D tits.
"God, she is going to fuck me. I can't believe this is happening," thought John.
Lindsey straddled John's legs and impaled herself the hard cock - taking it all the way to the hilt. John could feel Lindsey's pussy lips against his balls. He cock was enveloped in velvet wetness. Before the groan could escape his lips, Lindsey leaned forward, put her tits up to John's lips and demanded, "Suck". She started to ride him. Lindsey put her lips to John's ear, "Make me cream on your cock John. I want you to fill me and fuck me hard. I need you to suck harder...make me cum."
12 years ago