This is my Second story in the Aaron and Natasha series, you don't need to read the first story, Tango, but it would help so that you can understand the characters better.
Thanks,
theGreenMM
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Natasha and I were in the back of the bus. I was resting my head on her shoulder, snuggling into the warm crook of her neck, nibbling and biting her skin softly off and on. She was resting her head on mine, with my hand behind her back. her black wig was now gone, after our first escapade at the café where she had worn a black wig, she had decided to dye her hair jet-black, it was a bit shorter than last time too, coming a little below her ears in the back, she also had a cowlick in the back going off to the left side.
The bus came to a halt at an intersection. Jarred by the sudden halt, my head was knocked off her shoulder, and came to rest against her right breast. Rising up, off of her, I stretched my arms briefly, trying to get the blood flowing and wake me up more.
"Woken up yet?" Natasha asked.
"Not really."
"Why don't you lie down on my lap for a while?"
I lay my head against her soft, muscular thighs, clothed in a tight skirt. I turned my head to face towards her bare thighs; I kissed the tops of her thighs as I closed my eyes.
"Hey, be good! Everyone can see us!" She whispered, giggling as she pulled me up, squishing my head against her warm tummy.
"Why? I thought that was your fantasy?"
"Well...that was dancing, this is the bus..."
"Alright, I'll be good." I said, squirming onto my back, turning my head to kiss her belly button, which had been failed to be covered by her tight white T-Shirt.
"Ak! Go to sleep! Or I'll tell the bus driver you're harassing me!" She threatened giggling.
I lay there staring of the ceiling, looking at the underside of her gorgeous breasts. Watching her chest rise and fall, and feeling her belly snuggle against my cheek for an instant than sigh away a moment later as she breathed. The warmth of her body, and the sweet smell of her perfume relaxed me into day dreaming. My thoughts drifted back to the last time I had felt her breasts squeezing, and caressing them. making her cum just by fondling her nipples and kissing the crook of her neck. It was a wonderful dream! I could feel the soft pillows of her chest against my cheek, imagining myself snuggling against them as we cuddled, feeling her nipples harden and lengthen at my touch. Her soft mans filling my ears.
We started to talk. "Where're you taking me, again?" I asked her belly button, as I was now awake enough to think clearly.
"To the Mall, silly, I need some new clothes, and I wanted your opinion."
"Don't girls usually want other girl's opinions on clothes?"
"Well, normally yes, but in this case, its dancing clothes that I'm buying and I want to know what you, my dance partner thinks," she cooed seductively.
"Well...in that case...I'll do my best to oblige you." I said kissing her belly button again.
"Naughty boy," she teased, "Oh, we're almost at the mall, get up!"
I slowly rose up and looked around at my surroundings, as we pulled out of the busy street and into the maze of the parking lot that was the Mall.
It was a pretty warm day, so we didn't need to cover up too much, she just had her leather jacket on over her t-shirt and I just had a pair of cargo pants and my shirt. We walked hand in hand into the mall and into the bazaar of shops and vendors that inhabit it.
"Now where to go to first?" Natasha said, pulling me in the direction of her favorite stores.
"Ooh, Victoria Secrete©."
She jabbed me in the ribs playfully with her elbow, "Calm down, we're saving that one for last." She said with a wink. "Ooh, here's the place," and pulled me in to a specialty clothing store.
Pulling me along, she browsed through the many racks, her practiced, critical, green, eyes going over each piece of clothing, her mind instantly calculating whether the garment was worthy of her or not. Every so often she'd pull one off the rack and would, inevitably, find a mirror, hidden somewhere nearby. Then, holding the garment from many different angles, would test how it looked on her, even pulling her shirt up a little to see how the color matched the skin of her smooth little belly. She would sometimes even ask me what I thought of it, asking if I liked the feel of the cloth next to my skin. If she liked it, she would give it to me, then lead me, once more, down the isle.
Eventually, she finished her weeding out all the worthy clothes, and she went into the changing rooms, asking me to wait there while she changed into her selected ensemble. When she emerged, she put on a little fashion show, walking in front of me like a model, posing, and pouting.
"Come on, I want to see how dancing in this feels," she said, holding her hand out to me. So, I took her in my arms, and we Salsa'd, right there in the store! The red shirt, that she had chosen, was made out of some stretchy material, that molded her breasts wonderfully. The shirt had buttons going down the front of it, she had it buttoned down to the middle of her breasts, allowing a generous amount of cleavage to show. Her breasts would bounce around and dance as we danced. When I would arch her out away from me the shirt would flare out away from her, exposing her cute little belly to me, making the shirt ride up that much faster! Needles to say, when she asked me what I thought of the outfit, my answer was a resounding, "I love it!"'
When she had changed back into her original clothes, I drew her into an embrace, cupping on her breasts in my hand, giving a gentle squeeze as I kissed her, "You looked so sexy in that outfit! I can't want to see you in it again," I whispered in her ear, I slight flush come to her cheeks as she smiled and kissed me back. Then, holding her hand, we walked to the checkout stand.
After purchasing these we went on to a shoe store next door, where I saw the perfect pair of boots for her. "Hey Natasha," I called to her, as she was looking at a pair of platform shoes, "What do you think of these boots? They'd go great with the shirt and stockings you just bought, my treat."
"Hmm, they do look nice, I'll try them out," she said after having inspected them. She went over to a salesgirl standing nearby, "Excuse me, but do you have a pair of thee in size 4½ women's?"
"I'll go and see for you," she said after checking the label on the shoe.
"Oh, we're gonna have so much fun tonight, Aaron!" she gushed, jumping into me as we waited, "I'm just gonna love dancing in that skirt! Having the air cool my legs as we dance!" I grinned in agreement, patting her butt as she pressed into me.
After a few minutes she came back out with the desired pair. "Here you are, let me just take the paper out of the toe for you."
"Thanks," Natasha said, giving me a final squeeze as she let go. Taking the boots from the salesgirl when she was finished de-papering them. After slipping them on, and tying the straps on the sides, she stood up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "They do look good. Let's see if I can dance in them." So she tried out some Salsa steps in the boots for a few minutes, drawing some curious stares from the other customers. She even managed to flash her panties to me and the sales girl as she twirled around.
