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Red Bra

byMiddleagepoet©

Harry stood outside of the shop shivering in the cold as he nonchalantly peeked in the windows building up the courage to enter the store. Acting as if her were waiting for someone he would wander away from the windows, glance at his watch and then wander back to the windows trying to decide exactly what he wanted to buy. Unfortunately, each time he saw a few interesting items, the window would begin to fog from his breath so he'd back out toward the street, look up and down the sidewalk and then glance at his watch.

After nearly a half hour of standing out in the freezing weather he stepped over to the door, pulled it open and stepped in. He immediately found himself surrounded by shapely female mannequins wearing some very sexy lingerie. Trying not to show how awkward he felt, he quickly moved off to one side of the store away from most of the people so he could pause and compose himself.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to come in," Harry heard a gentle voice from behind.

He turned quickly and gasped, "Oh you startled me."

The young woman reached out her tiny hand and rested on his arm as she said, "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. It's just that you looked like you might need a little help here."

"Well, it's all kind of overwhelming, I mean... well, it's just that I ah..."

"You wanted to get a Valentine's Day gift for someone special?"

Harry paused, looking at the woman he immediately noticed the hint of a red bra strap peeking from beneath her satiny black blouse. The red seemed to almost glow against the pale white of her skin. Harry wanted to reach out and run his hand down from her neck to the tiny bit of cleavage showing just above the first button of her blouse. Instead, his eyes slowly dipped downward and then returned to the woman's face, where she was looking directly into his eyes, unabashedly letting him stare at her.

"Oh yes, I want to get something nice for my wife, but I'm not exactly sure what to get. I mean I want something pretty, but not too ah, provocative, if you know what I mean?"

"No leather teddies or crotchless panties?"

"Oh no, nothing..."

She placed her hand on Harry's arm again and said, "Relax, I'm kidding. Some of the lingerie here is suggestive, but we don't have anything that's too much I believe. Do you know your wife's size?"

"Well, kind of, I mean I think most of her bras are a 36 or 38."

"And the cup size?"

"Cup size?"

"Yes, 36 B or C or..."

"Oh I think maybe C, but I'm not sure. She's gained a bit of weight just lately, with the change and all."

"So she is about your age?" the woman asked.

"Yes, a year younger," Harry replied.

"And you're what forty-eight, fifty?"

"No, no fifty-six."

"Oh, that's about my father's age," she said taking a half-step closer to Harry. Now it was his turn to react to her intense gaze as she reached her hand up and ran her fingers through the graying hair above his ears. Harry held his breath as she lingered near him for the longest time before saying, "I like your cologne." It looked to Harry that her eyes seemed to tear up for just a moment.

Harry relaxed a bit as she stepped back again. "My cologne, just something I got as a gift."

"My father wears the same cologne, Halston I believe," she said, apparently okay.

"I think that's it," Harry said nervously.

"You need to relax, shopping for Valentine's Day should be a wonderful experience. Look, take off your coat and we can hang it back here," she said, walking back into a room near the fitting area. "I'll hang it here and as cold as it is outside, I'm sure you won't forget to take it with you when you leave."

"That's okay, I can hold it."

"Suit yourself, but look, we have some green tea here, why not sit down and have a sip. It will help you relax some."

"Okay," he replied, slipping into one of the chairs. He watched the woman turn and move over to the counter where she poured a small cup of tea. Harry found himself staring once again as the woman turned and walked back to him, her hips swinging just slightly, just enough to emphasize her body.

"Here you go," she said, placing the cup in front of him. "We have sugar and sweetener in the container there and if you want some milk in..."

"Oh no, this is fine," he replied.

"Would you excuse me for a moment," the woman said, turning and walking out onto the sales floor. Harry watched her walk over to another woman and talk for a few moments. She then nodded and walked back into the room with Harry.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Oh yes, it's just that the manager wanted me to take my break now. I could do that and let someone else help you..."

"Oh I'd much rather work with you. Should I go talk to her?"

"No, no, it's... you know, I've got an idea. Why don't you come with me on my break? We could grab a sip of wine and that might help you relax a bit and then we would come back here and find that Valentine's Day gift."

"Oh I don't know, I don't want to impose."

"It's no imposition, besides I could use the company. Look, I'm Amie," she said holding out her hand.

"My name is Harry," he replied, taking her hand and shaking it.

"Well Harry, let me grab my coat and you put yours back on and we'll find someplace to relax."

Harry stood up, pulled on his coat and then watched as Amie pulled on her coat, thinking to himself how much he'd like to watch her take it off again.

"Ready?" she asked.

Harry nodded and followed her through the store out into the cold. She looked back at him and smiled pulled her coat tight around herself. As they began walking, she moved in closer to Harry and hooked her arm around his.

They walked past a couple of nice looking restaurants and then reached what appeared to be an apartment building. When Amie headed through the door, Harry followed, thinking perhaps there might be a small restaurant on the first floor. When she pushed the up button on the elevator Harry began to wonder what was happening and when the door opened he paused as she stepped inside.

"Oh come on in Harry," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him, "I always eat at home. I have some nice wine in the fridge."

Harry let her pull him into the elevator. He stood silently as she pushed seven and then turned to face him. Without a word she stepped forward, spread her arms and leaned into him. Harry opened his arms and wrapped them around her as she pushed her face to his and kissed him.

With their bulky coats and clothes, they really didn't feel much but the kiss. For Harry, the kiss was something as she pushed her tongue between his lips and then toyed with his tongue, only pulling away when the elevator stopped. Holding his hand, she pulled him out of the elevator and led him down past several doors before reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out her keys, unlocking the door with a rusty 7D on it.

She opened the door, stepped inside and quickly pulled off her coat. Harry started taking his off, but Amie stepped over to him and helped him take it off, tossing it onto a nearby chair. They quickly embraced in another kiss, this time their bodies pressed together where they could feel each other.

After a few moments of kissing Amie pulled away and said, "Oh Harry, I feel you, you are so hard."

"Yes, it's been a while."

"You and your wife?"

"I can't remember the last time."

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry," she said as she began kissing him again, this time unbuttoning his shirt.

Harry felt himself pushed back against the wall as he kissed Amie while reaching down and cupping his hands over her ass. Oh it had been so long for him, how was he going to please this woman he wondered. He felt her push herself against his erection and he already felt he was getting close to coming.

"Amie, Amie, it's been so long for me."

"Do you want me Harry?"

"Yes, yes..."

"Then just show me how much you want me."

Harry pushed her back and began unbuttoning her blouse as she fumbled with his belt. When his pants opened, she let them fall to the floor as she stood back and pulled off her blouse. Harry reached out and cupped his hands over her breasts, squeezing them through her red bra.

"When I stepped in the store and first saw you, I saw your bra strap."

"I know, I watched you look at it. That was when I knew this would happen," she said, moving back to him. She grabbed the elastic of his underwear and pulled it downward, kneeling as she moved. Easing the underwear out over his hard cock, she pulled them down to his ankles where Harry stepped out of them.

Harry watched as she raised her head, first letting her hair slide slowly over his cock before rubbing her face over it. She then glanced up at him, tossed her hair back and smiled as her hands slid up his thighs. Pushing him back against the wall, Amie then grabbed his balls with one hand, his shaft with the other and slowly, wetly slid her mouth over the head of his cock.

Seeing his cock sliding into her mouth and feeling her hands on him had Harry trembling almost immediately. She quickly began sucking him with an intensity he had never before experienced. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold off for at least a respectable amount of time, but by about the fifth stroke of his cock with her hand, he arched his back and came, spurting his cum into her mouth.

Instead of pulling away like his wife did whenever she sucked him off, Amie kept her mouth firmly wrapped around his cock as she continued sucking and swallowing every drop of his cum. He body relaxed as she pulled her mouth off his cock and then stood up, running her hands up his chest saying, "Harry, I think you have finally relaxed."

"But what about you?" he asked, wishing he could have held out enough to please her.

"Don't you worry about me Harry," she said, running her hand over the stubble of his beard. "Hmmm, your five o'clock shadow, you know that's what I noticed when you were outside in the cold. Harry, would you rub your whiskers up my thighs?"

Harry nodded and then followed her into the bedroom. She pulled off her skirt as Harry pulled off his socks and shirt. Harry watched as she climbed into the bed, still wearing her red bra. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs as he followed her, crawling up the bed.

He began kissing her thighs as he let his face scratch against her soft skin. Harry could hear her moaning, "Oh Harry, yes, Harry kiss me, let me feel the whiskers, Harry."

Moving slowly now, he kissed the soft skin moving up close to her pussy and then back down, teasing her. He could feel her move her hips, aching for him as he continued on her thighs, running his hands up through the tight curls of her pubic hair and then further to her breasts. While he kissed and caressed her he looked up, admiring the beautifully curved lips as they swelled, opening to him.

Following the curving lips with his eyes he could just see a hint of the clit as it hardened and peeked from the delicate layers. Above the dark curls of her pubic hair looked enticingly soft. Following her slit back downwards, he noticed a slight glistening as her pussy continued to open.

Amie moaned, "Oh Harry, oh Daddy..."

Harry now moved upward, running his face over her soft lips, letting her pubic hair tickle his nose as he breathed deeply taking in her scent. He slid his tongue down her slit, probing lightly, pushing ever so slowly as she opened further to him. Her taste suddenly flooded him and he pushed his tongue deep into her pussy.

He circled around inside her, probing her, feeling the tightness of her While his hands came down and cupped her ass. Pulling her up to him he worked his tongue in and out of her as he listened to her breathe. Finally, he pulled his tongue out of her and worked his way up her soft, sinuous lips until he found her clit.

Harry circled her clit with his tongue as he moved his hand from her ass and pressed two, then three fingers into her wet opening. Slowly fucking her with his fingers, he sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as he moved his lips up and down over the tiny nub.

Glancing over to his right, Harry noticed the mirror on her dresser where his and Amie's reflection moved. He watched as her hips began to lift and he timed his finger thrusts with her motion. It was incredible to watch, seeing this lithe young woman lift her hips to fuck his face.

Seeing her head move he noticed her eyes in the mirror and realized she was watching too, getting turned on by the sight just as he was. Seeing that, Harry quickened his pace listening as his fingers sloshed into her wet pussy and she began to moan, "Oh Harry, yes Harry I'm going to come, oh Harry."

He flicked his tongue over her clit and worked his fingers deep into her just as she cried out, "Oh Daddy, yes, I'm coming Daddy, I'm coming Harry." Harry felt her lift her hips and press against him for a moment and then she fell back onto the bed, breathing hard. He could feel her pussy pulsating over his fingers.

Pulling his mouth away from her, he rested his head on her thighs as she caught her breath. He could feel her trembling some, almost as if she was crying, but after a short time it subsided. Harry figured they'd be getting up soon when her heard her say, "Oh Harry, look at you."

He looked up at her and realized she was looking down at his cock, which was now fully erect again. She quickly sat up, pushed him onto his back and then straddled him. Before he could do anything, she had grabbed his cock and guided into her wet opening.

She moved slowly up and down on his cock for just a few moments and then began moving faster. Her breathing quickened as she kneeled, her body straight up where he could reach out and cup his hands over her red bra. Amie began moaning again and quickly came a second time as Harry felt her pussy squeezing his cock even while she forcefully continued moving up and down over him.

Almost immediately after she came the second time, she groaned, "Oh yes again," this time collapsing down onto him. Without her moving now Harry could savor the feeling of her pussy tightening around him again and again as she came. She remained motionless on top of him as she caught her breath, then she got back up on her knees.

"Well Harry, how long has it been since you've come twice in a day?"

"Oh I'm not sure... oh my, what are you doing?"

"Just a little thing I read about not long ago, you like it?"

Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations as the walls of her pussy began doing things to his cock he never thought possible. When she began to move the rest of her body, sliding now up and down while still moving her pussy walls over him the sensations simply seemed to roll over him.

It had to have been years since he had managed to come twice in a session but the way Amie was moving over him and the sight of her body in the mirror as she moved was simply so incredible that he felt the pleasure building inside him. Glancing down he watched his cock appear, glistening in her juices and then disappear as their pubic hair meshed together and then his glistening cock appeared again.

Reaching up and cupping her breasts again, he wondered why she never took off her red bra, but before he could think much more about it he felt the pressure building in his balls. Thrusting up to her, he lifted his hips, arched his back and came, spurting his cum into her pussy in spurt after spurt. He then collapsed back onto the bed.

Amie lowered herself onto him again, letting her breasts, still in the red bra, press hard onto his chest as he caught his breath. She remained on him like that until his cock finally slipped out of her pussy.

Only then did she climb off of him, grab a towel and toss it to him. "We better clean up before we go back and finish up your Valentine Shopping. Hopefully you will be a bit more relaxed in the store."

Harry cleaned himself up while Amie stepped into the bathroom. They both dressed quickly and then, after a lingering kiss, headed out of her apartment and walked back toward the lingerie shop. It felt even colder out than earlier, so the two of them walked huddled closely together.

Once back in the lingerie shop Harry helped Amie remove her coat and while she stepped into the back room to hang it up, he pulled off his coat, folded it over his arm and wandered into the shop, looking at a few items. When Amie returned he showed her a modest gown and then another that was a bit sexier.

"These are both nice, but will your wife enjoy them?" she asked.

"Well, one looks very comfortable, the other a bit provocative."

"You think if you buy the provocative one she might, ah... be sexy for you?"

Harry shook his head, "No, I think she will thank me and then return it."

"So she just won't..."

"No, she just has lost all interest since menopause set in."

"Set in, you make it sound like some disease."

"I don't know, it's just she doesn't ever want to do anything. It gets so frustrating," Harry whispered.

"So you don't do anything?"

"I try to be romantic."

"And what happens?"

"She just ignores it. If I relent she might use her hands on me, but I know she is just not interested. I usually just give up and go masturbate. That's why what happened today was so incredible."

"It was so nice," she said, placing her hand on his arm.

"Amie, can I ask you something?"

"Certainly," she replied, squeezing his arm slightly.

"When we were... well earlier when you were coming, you called out my name several times, but you also said something else."

"I did?"

"Yes, you called me Daddy."

She stepped back a step, letting go of Harry's arm and covering her face, saying, "I'm so sorry Harry."

Stepping closer to her, Harry reached out and gently pulled her hand from her face, "No, no, it's okay, I just wondered."

"Oh Harry, your hair," she reached up and brushed her fingers along his temples, "you are a lot like my father, your hair, your size and the cologne is the same, I just..." She turned, her body trembling.

Harry grabbed her shoulders and turned her back to him. "You're crying."

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm okay, really, just give me a minute please," she pulled away from him and headed into the back room. Harry followed, but stopped just outside the doorway waiting for her.

After a few minutes she came out of the back room and said, "I'm sorry Harry, I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay Amie, it has been an odd day."

"A wonderfully odd day."

"Well, I think I will buy the more comfortable gown for my wife. At least she will wear it some," Harry said.

Amie smiled and then asked, "So Harry, cash or credit card?"

Grabbing his wallet, he pulled out a credit card and handed it to her. She took the card and the gown to the register and rang it all up, carefully folding it and placing it inside a box. "Okay Harry, can I wrap it for you? We have some lovely Valentine wrap."

"Yes, that would be nice," he said, then followed her over to a table and watched as she expertly wrapped the small box. "You're quite good at the wrapping."

"Oh it's easy, the table here is marked to help us cut straight and the rest is just folding the paper."

"Oh I don't know, I never can wrap anything to look as good as this."

"Thank you," she said, blushing slightly.

"Look Amie, I've got to get back to work, it's been a long, long delightful lunch for me."

Touching her hand to his arm again she said, "Goodbye Harry, have a nice Valentine's Day on Saturday."

Harry then moved to pull on his coat while still holding the package. He stood looking at Amie, shrugging his shoulders. Laughing quietly, she took the package and held it until he got his jacket back on. As he reached to take back the package he took one hand, pulled it up to his face and kissed it whispering, "Thank you Amie."

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