The Store Encounter

Abruptly, he released her. "Take them off!" he commanded.

Frustrated, she backed away and turned around again to face away from him. Then, ever so slowly, she bent forward, looked at him through the mirror and slid the panties down her legs, exposing her glistening pussy to his eyes. She stepped out of the panties and swayed backwards in between his spread legs. As she got close, she sat down in his lap; she could feel his hard member against her back so she reached around to stroke him.

"I need you to fuck me now!" she said in a hoarse voice, "no more games, please."

He reached around to cup her breasts. God, she smelled delicious, he thought. He played with her nipples and nibbled her ear as she was rubbing him.

"OK" he whispered and she lifted up a bit.

She moved her legs to the outside of his and reached down to aim him at her opening. She hovered over him and rubbed his head against her pussy a couple of times before slowly lowering herself on him. She was incredibly tight and for a moment he thought, he wouldn't fit but she was so lubricated that she ever so slowly slid inch by agonizing inch all the way down on the first try. She sat down until he could feel his tip touching her cervix.

The feeling was incredible. He filled her up completely. She had never felt anything like it before.

He continued playing with her breasts as she started moving on him. Slowly at first but increasing her pace as their urgency increased. He was speaking in that strange language again, whispering in her ear. His right hand moved down to play with her clit; she changed her movements and started gyrating back and forth with her hips. Her left hand came down to cup his balls and her right hand came to rest upon his, still playing with her clit. She urged him to move his hand so she could take over; he moved his fingers away and let hers do their familiar dance.

He brought his hand back up to her breast and started stroking them and playing with her nipples again as she moved faster. The tingling started in her gut and spread to her sex and up to her breasts, she started to feel lightheaded, she could hardly take a breath. His left hand came up and closed lightly around her throat.

"Yes," she thought, "tighten it," and as she was thinking this, his hand started slowly tightening its grip as he started moving more urgently under her.

The orgasm came suddenly and hard, she lost her breath as his grip tightened and she came for what seemed minutes. She shook on top of him as her pussy tightened her grip on his erection and started milking him.

That was all he could handle he came explosively inside her. It felt as if his soul was being sucked out of him into her sex. He bucked up and made them stand up. The movement made her stagger forward in to the mirror; her breasts and face came to rest against the cold surface as he continued to push himself into her, almost frantically, as they both continued climaxing.

He let go of her throat so she could catch her breath. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he bucked hard into her a couple more times. As the feeling subsided, their movements slowed down. He slipped out of her and, sliding his hands down her sides, knelt behind her. He grabbed a hold of her from behind and put his face to her wet sex. She started a little as she felt his mouth and nose touching her there; it made her arch her back.

He started licking her vagina up and down her moist lips for a minute before moving straight to her distended clit, his nose pushed between her cheeks. As he worked his tongue over her wetness, his hands came up to her breasts again and squeezed between her and the mirror. He pinched her nipples again; the feeling was delicious to her.

She put her hands down to open herself up to him. The increased access allowed him to stimulate her more. His tongue moved faster and she could feel herself coming again. Her breathing became ragged as the orgasm tore through her again.

Finally she moved to make him stop as she was becoming tender. He stood up behind her and she turned around to look at him. They kissed, open and wet, tongues intertwining. It was a satisfying kiss as they basked in the afterglow of the intense coupling.

He backed up and said softly, "Thank you, I needed that," then he added, "I'd better let you get dressed."

They got dressed in silence, stopping twice to kiss hungrily again.

"I'm G..." she started but he cut her off.

"Shhh, no need," he whispered, "You are wonderful and I want to remember you just like this."

When they were dressed, and had their thing sorted out, he handed her the little La Perla bag. "Keep this" he said, "It's a gift for you to remember me by."

She took the bag and kissed him lightly. "Thank you. I don't think it I'm likely to forget you... forget this... It was... incredible. You were incredible. How were you..? How did you know?"

"It was you," he said, "You made me do this, seeing you... I wanted to meet you... touch you... I'm glad I did."

"So am I," she replied.

He hugged her and slipped through the curtain. Before she could utter another word, he was gone.

She stepped through the curtain and moved in to the store again. It occurred to her that it was strange that no one had noticed. The store was emptier and the attendants seemed busy over by one of the registers. As she passed them to exit, she noticed that they were gathered around a monitor sitting behind the counter. She glanced over and saw to her shock that it showed the dressing area and looked over the curtain to her dressing room. As she moved through the exit door, one of the young male clerks glanced her way and smiled an embarrassed smile.

She rushed to her car to find the motorcycle gone. As she got in she saw a note stuck under the windshield wiper. She pulled it of, sat back in the car and with her heart beating hard, she read it. It had one line written on it with the initial "G" and a phone number.

She put the note in her pocket book and smiled...

Fin