K took me shopping today. Apparently, I needed a new summer wardrobe, which is funny because she also made me buy a bunch of close-out stuff at the end of last summer. But, she has great taste so I can't complain.

We were in a trendy mall store--not terribly expensive, but definitely not Wal*Mart. She was like a whirlwind after we entered: a stack of shirts here, a pair of pants there, holding a shirt up to me, etc. She immediately knew what she wanted, even before the sales staff had a chance to approach us. They practically fell over themselves to help us when they saw how many clothes she'd grabbed and loaded on me.

With the help of 2 salespeople, we arrived at the changing room area. They arranged the items in the first changing room and returned to the store, although one girl named Sarah hovered within view of K in case K indicated that we needed anything. I half-heartedly tried on the shirts, already knowing that they would fit and already knowing we would buy them. But K was adamant about trying on everything. She sat patiently on a bench directly outside and read a magazine. I assumed she wasn't paying attention until I dropped my pants.

"Can you hear me?" she whispered. "Why are you whispering?" I replied. "So the salesgirl doesn't hear me telling you to drop your undies." Normally, I'm up for anything, but this caught me by surprise. But only for a moment. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my grey boxer-briefs and slid them to the floor.

"Mmmm, that's better. Are you getting hard?" Standing there in an unpaid-for polo shirt in a dressing room with a salesperson 10 feet away? "No, I'm not," I replied. "Touch your cock." That did it. Before my hand reached it, my cock was already rising to attention. "Are you coming in here?" I asked, eagerly anticipating the feeling of being inside her. "No, but I'm going to talk dirty to you while you jerk off."

Waitaminit...

But the thought of this made me rock hard. I slowly began stroking myself. "Are you doing it?" "Yeah," I breathed, "I am." "Good. Imagine eating my pussy." That wasn't difficult. I loved to dive between her legs to lick her. She tasted like honey and she flowed like a gentle stream into my mouth as I did it.

"Remember that time I made you watch as I fingered myself on the couch?" she asked. "You were so sexy," I said, "the way you spread your lips with one hand while the other slid fingers inside you." "Now imagine I'm doing that out here, just a few feet from the sales clerk." Wait--what? There was no way. Even she's not THAT brazen. But the image of it burned across my brain and I started stroking faster.

"I can hear your balls slapping against your ass, lover." On a normal day--that being a day of needing to secretly jerk off--I might have stopped right there. But looking down to see a drip of precum forming on my head, told me I had to keep stroking. I rubbed the slick juice into my head and kept going.

"Hey," she suddenly said in a louder voice, "everything OK in there? Sarah wants to know if you need any other sizes." Fuck it. I kept stroking away and tried to control my voice: "I'm doing fine." I couldn't hear Sarah's response, but there's no way she couldn't have heard my slapping balls or the slick sound of a precum-coated cock.

"Way to play it cool, baby," K whispered. "You should have seen the look on her face. I think she knows," she added with a giggle. "You gonna cum soon?" I was so close I grunted in reply. "I want to hear you as you cum. Just like you do when you cum inside me. You remember, right? When you cum in my mouth," Oh jeez. "Or when you cum in my pussy," Oh man. "Or when you cum in my tight ass when you bend me over the bed and fuck the shit out of me?" OH FUCK! I was about to cum and everywhere I looked I saw new clothes. Except on the mirrored door behind me. "Uhhhhnnnn" I moaned as shot after hot shot leapt onto the mirror from my erupting cock. I kept stroking, desperate to keep the feeling going. A creamy stream flowed down the mirror as I squeezed out the last few drops.

I heard a gasp, and then a whisper, "Are you shooting your load at me?" She could obviously see my feet under the door. "That is sooo hot." As if in response, the first rivulet of cum reached the bottom of the mirror and dripped to the floor. I heard a low moan from her that I only hear when I'm inside her, and then, "Holy shit, I can see your cum...I want to fuck you so badly right now." "Well, I think I've been in here a bit too long...and I have to clean up first." "Fuck it," she said (her mouth gets dirtier when she's turned on), "leave the cum stain and let's pay for this then find some place where I can get you inside me."

As I was zipping up, I heard the clerk return again. K hastily walked to the door and covered the growing cum puddle with her sandalled foot. "Almost done, honey?" she said in a loud voice. "Yep!" I replied equally loudly. "We'll take them all." As I put my shirt on, I realized how strongly this small changing room smelled like cum. Fuck it, I thought recalling what K had said.

I opened the door with an armload of clothing and stepped out. Sarah was waiting there with K, and they both briefly glanced down at my crotch, which must have still had a slight bulge. K smiled and the salesgirl blushed, stammering as she took the clothes from me. I said thanks and gave her a broad smile, which she returned. We quickly paid for the clothes, and then K practically dragged me out of the store, telling me how wet she was.

She would soon show me.

M

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Originally posted by hjfan:
Very nice...was that a true story?

I'm very happy to say it is!!

--M

Wow, I have a sudden urge to go to the mall... Even stronger than usual!

Dirty scoundrels!

That is sooo well written and teasing! Love it.

you mean the clerk didn't lick the spooge off the mirror???......kind of anti-climactic don't you think?...LOL!!

good story.