A Public Sexual Relation

I have always been an exhibitionist. My mother loves to regale the story of how at two years old at my weekly ballet lessons, I would literally fight to be at the front. At secondary school after P.E I was never one of those who cowered beneath their towel dreading the communal shower. I would strip right down and run straight in. I wasn't ashamed of my body and I couldn't see why anyone should be ashamed of their but each to their own I suppose. But as I got older, my exhibitionism started to infiltrate into my sexual encounters.

I loved fucking outside and when the craze of dogging erupted I was beside myself with excitement. However, Daryl by boyfriend wasn't quite as enamoured by the whole thing. He thought I was weird so unfortunately I had to let him go, who wants to be with someone who a) only likes missionary position and making love and b) couldn't talk dirty if Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory depended on it.

So when I met Andrew on a night out and after I had tied him up and fucked him all night, when he told me he was a shop assistant at River Island and divulged to me his biggest fantasy I was determined to make it all come true.

Its Andrews fantasy that gave me one of the biggest orgasms I'd had in a while. I'd also had a dream that involved me, Andrew and a double ended dildo so you can imagine what kind of sexually frustrated state I was in. I decided that today would be the day when we reenact Andrews's fantasy for real.

I rummaged through my bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of stockings. I check they have no ladders or holes searching around for my suspender belt. I decided to wear a pair of red crotch less knickers with a black ribbon on the front. I negotiated my breasts into place to create a nice cleavage now all I had to do was decide on an outfit to wear. In the end I plumped for my black, pencil skirt and red blouse. I left a few buttons undone so my cleavage was visible. I carefully applied my make up before slapping on my obligatory red lipstick that I wear especially for sucking cock. I sprayed on my Chanel, gave myself the one over in the mirror before setting off on my mission.

I entered the shopping centre with its twinkling lights that reflected upon the shiny tiled floor which looked like an accident waiting to happen. Especially as I am tottering over them in three inch red stilettos. I'm unsteady on my feet at the best of times and the shopping centre is teeming with people even though it's only just past nine o clock. Why the fuck do people feel the need to do their Christmas shopping early? I'd rather pour hot candle was on my clitoris to be honest. In fact that is quite an appealing thought. I have only ever had hot wax poured on my nipples and the guy kept the mould of my nipples on his mantelpiece like a weird trophy.

I walked across the centre until I arrived at River Island. I walked in and spotted Andrew folding up a pile of Fair Isle jumpers. He looked up and smiled when he saw me and I found this encouraging and it made me feel even more daring. I walked over to him and smiled.

"Hey, how's you?'' I ask, my eyes running over his body. His broad shoulders caused my lips to involuntarily pout my approval. Andrew had sleek back hair and intense blue eyes which he lowered taking in my outfit.

"I'm cool thanks, you look gorgeous by the way, are you looking for a Christmas outfit? We have had some new stock arrive this morning."

"Well, not exactly." I raised my eyebrows suggestively. "I've been thinking about your fantasy and thought that today was as good as any to carry it out." I gave him one of my slowest sexy smiles and adjusted my blouse.

"You're joking right?" The shock on Andrews face really was a picture to behold.

"No, I'm deadly serious." I replied. I looked around the shop. "Its quiet at the moment, we may as well strike while the iron is hot so to speak."

I looked down at the bulge in Andrews's pants that told me that despite his reservations, his cock was ready for action.

"You're too horny for words." Andrew murmured.

"Who said anything about words, I don't think there is any more need for talking do you?" I grinned at him and suppressed the urge to kiss his full lips there and then. Turning on my heel; I walked away, picking up a mini skirt and a blouse off a clothing rails as I made my way to the changing rooms.

The changing rooms were unmanned as I slipped behind the curtain and hung my garments on a peg. I looked in the mirror, puffed up my hair, pouted at my reflection and waited.

With a minute the curtain was pulled back and Andrew stepped inside. It was a cramped affair due to my height and Andrews's large frame but it felt deliciously naughty and within seconds Andrew was kissing me and I was almost breathless at the anticipation of him fucking me. His hands moved down to my hips and thighs, his fingers stroked the top of my suspenders before he roughly pulled up my skirt. His fingers slipped between the gap in my knickers that exposed my pussy to him. I groaned with pleasure as Andrews tongue probed my mouth while his fingers slipped inside me.

I realised that time was of the essence. What id dint want mid fuck was a tannoy announcement interrupting the action as the asked where their missing member of staff was from the men's department. On top of that I was in the mood for a rapid hard fuck, the aim to make Andrew cum as quickly as possible.

I turned round which was no mean feat in such a confined space and bent over. I felt Andrews's hard cock through his trousers as he rubbed himself against me before unzipping his pants as I played with my clit, my pussy almost dripping in expectation.

Andrew pushed his cock inside me and it took all of my self control not to make a noise as I could fell him fill me with his length. Gripping my arse Andrew pulled me into him. Faster and faster he guided my hips into the rhythm that he wanted and grabbed my hair which was a nice surprise and caused me to gush all over his cock, my juices dripping onto the changing room floor. Andrew must have felt my juices splash against his legs and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"I can't make a mess in here and I don't want to shoot my cum all over your skirt."

"Stick to the fantasy." I gasped as Andrew groaned. My words had been enough to tip him over the edge. The pace of his fucking upped several gears until it feels almost like a violent assault. His balls banged against my pussy as Andrews cock pushed my insides to the absolute limit. I heard his quietly groan as his hot spunk shot inside me and I felt my pussy filling with Andrews's cream.

Andrew gathered his composure quickly and slowly pulled himself out of me. Kneeling down he pushed his face in between my legs. His mouth cupped my pussy and he started to suck his cum and my juices from inside me, licking both inside and around the edge of my lips, the tip of his tongue lightly slipping beneath the hood that housed the nub of my pussy as he ensured that not a scrap of sexual mess was left.

The situation was so erotic and horny that I felt myself shudder as an orgasm reached a crescendo before the waves of pleasure pulsated through my body. Once Andrew was sure that he's cleaned me up thoroughly, he stood up and pulled up his trousers before zipping himself up. He grinned at me and kissed me as I pulled down my skirt.

"That was fucking ace." He whispered in my ear. "I will get a hard on now every time I look at this changing room."

"I bet you will." I gave Andrew a self satisfied smirk; the look of achievement must have been evident on my face.

"I have to go." Andrew popped his head out of the curtain. Once he had made sure the coast was clear he slipped out leaving me to button up my blouse and retouch my lipstick before I grabbed the two hangars of clothing off the peg. I pulled the curtain back and stepped outside to be greeted by a sales assistant.

"Didn't you find what you wanted?" she asked as she took the hangars from me.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." I replied winking at her before walking out of the store.