Having explored the mall for about half an hour, Ted and Rachel made a stop in front of the shop and hoped to make a purchase. From outside, through the massive glass doors, several bright lights gave the apparels a beam and glow, making them come-inside-and-buy worthy. It was a long stretch of carefully arranged rows of shirts and shorts hanging in both circles and lines. They exchanged glances and knew this would be the perfect shop.
They were welcomed by an overly grinning female attendant clad in what appeared to be a pinafore who asked if they’ll be needing assistance of any sort. In Ted’s head he thought, “unless you’re down for a three way then sure, accompany us to the farthest and most private dressing room and let’s get on with it already.”
He would have felt Rachel’s elbow hit hard to his ribs if she could hear his thoughts. She was P.O.P as he often said—Protective, Obsessive and Possessive.
Ted smiled back and told the attendant they were okay by themselves. He thanked her and held his lovely girlfriend’s hand as they moved on.
The shop was organized and wider than it seemed from outside. The left side of the shop held most of the feminine clothing—ranging from exquisite dinner wears to the most delicate of underwears—with the middle row holding both bags and shoes of both genders. The other side of the shop, across the middle aisle had the dressing rooms and the males clothing—a collection of embroidered suits, shirts, and trousers, as well as carefully stacked jeans on almost all the shelves.
The couple who had been dating since sophomore year took a tour through the middle row of stacked bags of various sizes and shapes, cutting to the end of the room where the last aisle joined both left and right aisles. They took the left turn among the dresses where Rachel went through a few of them. She in no time made her first and only pick—a plain maroon contour dress, nipped slightly along both sides of the hem.
“Do you like this?,” she asked.
“Yeah, It sure will look good as hell on you,” came as his response.
She smiled and they made their way to the other side of the shop where the dressing rooms were situated.
Walking there, Ted—a near 6-foot beast of a lad with carefully trimmed hair, broad chested and with tattoos complimenting his looks, relaxed his hand on Rachel’s keister, gently rubbing it and forgetting someone from behind might see them.
“Who cares anyway?,” he thought.
She playfully brushed his hand off and called him a naughty boy.
Ted smiled devilishly and walked beside her as they advanced towards the dressing room. For whatever reason known to him alone, he insisted they used a dressing room at the farthest side of the shopping yard. They entered and he drew the curtain behind them.
The dressing room was cozy looking—spacious enough for a quickie, and not too big to defy its purpose. One side of the rectangular shaped room had a mirror carefully placed in the middle to compliment the room essentially, but most importantly, the room was private.
Rachel dropped the maroon dress on a comfy sofa bench in the corner of the room and started undressing to try it on. While she took off her favorite top—a gray T-shirt with a moose sewn on the left crest—Ted helped unlace her Reebok sneaker and took turns in pulling her feet from them.
“What a gentleman,” she complimented. He grinned and brushed off her flattering remarks and thought, “Not for long babe, not for long.”
She loosened the button on her jeans and alternatively reached for her back to unhook her bra, especially because this pick of a dress was strapless, requiring no bra— nipple pasties at most. She dropped her bra on the bench and fondled her boobs briefly as a relief from the bra she had just taken off.
Ted retreated from his squatting position and held his height in front of her. She looked pretty as always with her slight make-up face and an adorable smile to compliment her looks. She had beautiful gold dyed hair with the body of a Greek goddess. She was almost as tall as him and that made them a perfect fit.
Her face beamed by his gaze and asked, “what?”
“Nothing,” he said, “You just look so adorable, that’s all”.
Her lips parted in a smile and he could see her cheeks redden with a blush as she thanked him for his compliment. She held the maroon dress in her hand and was looking for the opening end to pull it over her head when Ted stole a kiss from her. She kissed back and half a minute later, he started to unzip her jeans.
She pulled away just inches away and asked, “are we seriously doing this here?”
Looking ravishingly at her cute and soft lips, he leaned forward and kissed her again saying, “well yeah, cos why not?”
“You had little to no plans on shopping, did you?”
Ted shyly folded his lips inward to withhold a grin—which was still visible regardless—and said, “you’re a smart girl, correct for 3 points.”
“You silly” she said, laughing. He laughed too and shrugged.
He leaned in slowly to her face, smiled and pulled her in closer to himself by the waist then kissed her. The maroon dress dropped from her hand and he felt it brush against his leg as it fell to the tiled floor. She moved forward towards him while they kissed and he retreated backwards to make room for whatever she had in mind. Ted’s rear touched one side of the four sided cuboid, almost toppling over the sofa bench in the corner of the room.
He moved his left hand upwards along the length of her body, from the contours of her waist and cupped her breast. There were little beads of sweat underneath her baby-scented breasts. She moaned quietly, and he detached his lips from hers and sucked her boobs.
Her nipples felt firm in his mouth and her dark brown areola toughened into a wrinkle.
She caressed his manhood and pulled his blue-black Adidas shorts halfway down, revealing a gradually increasing 8 inches boneless meat. She stroked it a couple of times and got on her knees. She stroked it some more times and made way to bury it in the warmth of her mouth. Ted moaned his usual words of pleasure, “Oh fuck”. She sucked him long enough to get his rod rock hard.
“How do you want it?”
“On the bench or standing doggy?,” she asked.
“The latter,” he unhesitatingly said.
They both pulled their bottom half garments all the way down together—her jeans and his shorts—and got on with it.
She turned around, hands on the thin wooden wall with her back arched to its maximum angle. The arch shot out her ass and he stood behind her, desperately hoping to eat her out but a quickie was a quickie.
“Another time perhaps,” he thought. He however squatted behind her for a moment, spread out her ass cheeks and buried his face in the crack of her ass. He shook his head, fumbling, “Brrrr” long enough to get some of her juice on his face and rose to his feet. He gently brushed the crown of his manhood along the length of her lady parts continuously to get it moist enough to penetrate, as well as get her loosened up enough to take it. She moaned in concession and her quivering body language gave out that she was enjoying this. He pulled his shirt up and held it there between his teeth in a grip so it didn’t get in the way of his stroking. He then slowly and gently slid it inside her. She groaned pleasurably in a way that showed she wanted to conceal a moan. His strokes were tender, each one relatively harder and deeper than the previous. Ted thumbed the two spots along her waist line where her waist dimples were supposed to be and thrust her repeatedly, with her vaginal walls gripping on to his phallus. The slurps from the thrusts were audible now that she was dripping wet. She was warm below, warm and soggy. He spread one of her ass cheeks and could see the elasticity of her lady parts as his rod went in and out of it in a grip. It was a beauty and a turn on in sight.
He pulled both her hands back and rode her like a Prince on a white horse. He was certain that was the picture it painted, especially because he had caught a glimpse of himself blowing her back out in the mirror that stood innocently on the wall.
Slow moving beads of sweat began to drip along her spine from the nape of her neck to the crack of her ass. This spectacle would have been ruined had he not mistakenly tore her beads a week earlier. Rachel’s soft round ass rippled as he penetrated her.
Pressing his body against hers, Ted cupped both boobs with his hands and continued to blow her back out. The clapping sound grew louder and Rachel feared someone in the next dressing room might notice one uncontrollably naughty couple making out right next to them.
She cupped her mouth with one hand to be more quiet, the other hand cupping his hand that already cupped her firm boobs and threw back her ass in a cadence.
Getting a tingle prior to busting a nut, Ted pulled out and asked Rachel to go down on him.
“Sit on the bench,” she requested. He unhesitatingly sat and spread out his legs. She squatted between his legs and put her mouth over his meat. He leaned back with his head to the open top of the dressing room. He hadn’t noticed the interior of the shop when they entered. There were spiral tiles of white and peach encircling the fans that seemed to run all day long. The other parts of the roof had very beautiful and carefully selected bright lights to sparkle up the shop.
“What a time to be alive,” he thought.
“I’m in public with my favorite person and she’s sucking the soul out of me.”
His toes curled and twitched in his slides. He held her sheafed hair by the ponytail and carefully guided her every inward and outward mouthing on his rod. Rachel made eye contact with him and he couldn’t hold the gaze when he realized he was about to cum.
“I’ll cum soon”, Ted moaned gently, hoping to see her stop sucking and jerk him off. Rachel didn’t, yet she hard pressed the bottom end of his shaft—where it made contact with his abdomen—and deep throated him, having little to no gag reflex.
“Oh fuck…fuck…fuck!,” he moaned and could hear the slurps of her head game.
She felt the first load of cum in her mouth and buried his whole boneless meat in her mouth, looking him in the face as she did. She loved to see him cum, she had always said it made him look like a baby—aside his sleepy face, thus.
Ted’s rod remained in her mouth the whole time as he released his load, and just when he thought she’ll probably pull off and spit into a tissue, she swallowed. She swallowed and jerked off whatever bit of semen remained in his urethra into her mouth. Ted was dumbfounded as well as turned the fuck on by the sight. It was the first of many yet to come. That or today just happened to be his luckiest of days.
He placed both hands to her throbbing temples, kissed her on the forehead and said, “you were fucking amazing damn, I just can’t have enough of you”
Holding on to his thighs and rising to her feet, Rachel shyly laughed and said, “glad you enjoyed it love.”
“Can I peacefully try on the dress now Mr?,” she asked smiling. He laughed and mouthed, “Yes please”.
Ted dressed up as she tried on the dress. She looked stunning in it and by the length of the dress—about halfway between her waist and thigh—they both knew he’d be grinding so hard on her ass in that dress somewhere in a club any Friday night from now. It was a slutty dress and his favorite color at that. She liked it too, folded it and handed it to him to lay on the bench. She began to wear her jeans when Ted smacked her ass in the process. She almost toppled over and he held her up. She finally dressed up and they both had a good laugh about how naughty they’d just been—their first public quickie. They stood in the mirror, with Ted standing behind her, and freshened up so as to not raise suspicion. He hugged her from behind and she could feel the softening of his rod that had drilled her just a moment ago. She pulled out her phone to make pictorial memories of the moment. They took a couple of selfies with both smily, cute and funny faces then kissed. Ted picked up the dress as they walked out of the dressing room. He led the way and she followed right behind him. He took her hand and laced his fingers through hers as they made their way towards the counter, smiling to each other over their little naughty secret.

© KinDel