"Did you find anything you like yet?"
"Yeah, I think so." Courteney emerged from the rack of clothes with two tops in hand. "I can't believe you took me out to shop. We never shop outside of magazines."
"I know, but I thought it would be a nice change." David pulled out a very tacky, very bright, very David top and held it up to his wife. "What do you think?"
"I think you're a sick man." She laughed, and took it from him, hanging it back up again. Folding the two shirts over her arm, she took David's hand with the other, and towards the dressing rooms. David paused to admire himself in the tri-mirror as Courteney shut herself in the farthest stall. He heard things clanking around, and eventually, she came back out in a lilac blouse that dangled past her fingertips. He swept her up and around to set her down in between the mirrors, and she spun around, checking out her figure. "Think I should take it?"
"Absolutely! Have you put on the other one yet?"
"Yeah, but I don't think I should wear it out here."
David paused. "Why not?"
"Well, it's... revealing."
"Oh, it's one of those, huh?" He leered at her. "So then let me see it on you in the dressing room."
She pondered it for a moment, and then nodded. "Okay, fine, but don't make a big loud deal about it."
"You got it." He then added, "I don't think it'll look that good on you anyway." He winked, and she hit him on the shoulder before towing him into the dressing room. She shut the door behind her, and fumbled with the ties on the back of the blouse.
"Could you get this for me?" She turned around and backed up towards him, and he gratefully helped her untie and remove it. He then stood as she hung the blouse back up on its hanger, and slid his arms around her waist to undo her belt, gently kissing her neck. Courteney closed her eyes and relaxed under his touch, careful to keep her praise hushed in the resonant room. He unzipped them and slid them down her legs, bending to follow them, and she stepped out of them before reaching beside her to pick up the lingerie she wanted to try on. It was a small black lace teddy, that matched the bra and panties she was wearing, and she slipped it over her head, and fixed it on her, before turning to face her husband. "What do you think?"
He blinked at her several times, taking in her beauty, and swept his eyes over her once more before raising an eyebrow. "You look..."
He couldn't finish his sentence with a powerful enough word, so he excused it with a deep kiss. She sighed softly beneath his touch, his fingers intoxicating her with lust she could no longer control. She ravished his mouth and pushed him against the wall, as he grabbed hold of her panties and let them fall down around her ankles. Lithely, she curled her toes around them, and bent her leg up so she could pick them up with her hands, and she set it on the ledge beside them, never once breaking their kiss.
She aroused him with small caresses and soft noises, and he was absolutely aching for her, but when she reached to help him unbutton his shirt, he stopped her. "We can't do this here."
"Why not?" Courteney whispered.
"Because, there's a huge chance we could get caught, and... well, I'm noisy when I'm with you." He winked very slightly, and she blushed.
"Well, all right. Then let's go home." She began to reach for her panties, but he took hold of her wrist, and guided it back to its place at her side.
"Wait, wait, wait." He slipped his arms around her, turning her around towards the small ledge in the dressing room. "Not so fast." With a winning smile, he settled her gently down on it, and knelt in front of her. She peered down at him as he parted her thighs, and kissed up the insides of them. Relaxing her head against the wall behind her, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, forgetting where they were, forgetting that she needed to keep quiet, and only responding to the sensations he was sending her, his tongue achingly close to her sex. She tangled her fingers in his hair, signaling him to get on with it and to not tease her any longer. He complied, and she let out a low groan as he steadily worked her. She panted as his tongue traced the contours of her folds, and then delved his tongue into her core, licking her hard and fast. She caught a moan in her throat, and since she couldn't be vocal about it, her back arched as she curled her toes and pressed his face into her aching pussy. Her release was creeping up on her, and she shifted her weight and lifted her legs from the ground to cross them around David's back. A weak, suppressed sigh escaped her lips when he ran his tongue time and again over her throbbing clit, and she shuddered and tensed, her climax shattering and breathtaking. He licked her until she reached her peak and kept with it until she was back down again, circling his tongue around her clit over and over.
"God, you're amazing."
"Of course. I'm your man." He raised his eyebrows and she giggled at him. With a merry air, she ruffled his hair and leaned in to kiss him sweetly. He shifted forward and in between her arms and legs, his arms around her waist. They kissed there for a moment longer. "Let's go."
She nodded. "Okay." She slid the lingerie over her head and put it back on its hanger.
"You have got to buy that."
"If I do, will you do that more often?" She played.
"Honey, you get that, and I'll do whatever the hell you want."
"Sounds like a plan."
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