I used to work with Samantha Mohr when I lived in Atlanta years ago. My job changed and I moved away, to a smaller college town a day's drive from Atlanta. I work at the college there in administration. They have an earth sciences program that offers a meteorology degree, and sometimes have guest lecturers come out to address the students. I had mentioned this to Samantha when I moved out, and she was able to become one of the weather professionals who participate in the program.
One of the lectures is done in the final weeks of the year, not long after Thanksgiving. It's not a popular date for many who lecture, but Samantha and I have made it a way to celebrate Christmas together, sharing some dinner and shopping. Sam is something of a tease, and likes to have a little fun as well, so the visits are ones we both look forward to. It's becoming our own Christmas tradition.
Samantha usually does an afternoon lecture, coming during the morning. We'll get a quick lunch, then she'll go do her speech, and meet me afterwards. Last year, she came to my office at the end of the day, as we were going to do our usual shopping and dinner. She liked to shop here, as we have some different stores, and she could also shop at her leisure, as she had some time without the demands of work and a husband pressing on her. It was a relaxing time for us, and we enjoyed being together. It always wound up with us teasing each other to distraction.
Sam arrived at my office after her lecture looking quite festive in a bright red shirtdress with a snowflake pattern. It came to about four inches above her knee, and she had left the last two buttons undone. The top was also unbuttoned to the point where I could see some of the hang of her breasts, always a treat, and I always enjoy seeing them. It was warm, as it usually is, but Sam wore a white cardigan to hold off the little bit of chill now that it was almost dark. Black high heeled boots completed her outfit. I got up to greet her, giving her a quick, slightly lingering kiss.
"Ready to go??" I asked.
"Yes," said Sam. "You know how I look forward to our shopping excursions."
We walked out of the building toward my car. As we walked, I noticed her tits were swaying quite a bit. A closer look told me she was not wearing a bra under her dress, as I could see her bare right tit in the gap between her buttons. Sam had a tendency to go braless when we had our get together at Christmas, knowing it would turn me on to watch the swing of her unbound breasts as she walked, stretched and leaned while she shopped. It was already working.
"Did you go braless all day??" I asked, hoping she had. I can only imagine the guys in the lecture were going nuts thinking of her jugs wrapped around their throbbing cocks.
"Of course," said Sam, smiling at me. "I know how you love me to go without. And I love knowing how crazy it makes you." We were now halfway across the lot. Sam looked around and undid another button, now exposing quite a bit of her right tit. She looked at me mischievously.
We arrived at my car and got in. "I bet you're not wearing panties either,' I said, smiling at her.
"Maybe I'm not," said Sam, with a sparkle in her eye. I had wanted to grab her as soon as I saw her in my office, but we had to be discreet, at least around the campus. In the relative privacy of my car, I was a little bolder, and I leaned over to give Samantha the kiss I dared not give her in my office. She met me full on, and we kissed deeply, tongues tangling as if we were trying to suck each other's tonsils out. I reached into her dress to caress the breast I had been watching for the last few minutes, squeezing the nipple til it was firm, and making Samantha squeal.
We broke our kiss. "Now that was a hello!!" said Sam, slightly out of breath, her face red. "And you know how I love when you play with my nipples." We shared another short kiss, and headed away from the college.
We pulled up at one of the local department stores, and Sam started looking around. There was a young guy, about 22 or so, working in shoes. Samantha spied him saying to me, "I think I could use a pair of boots." This kid was in for a treat.
"You want me to stay in the background, in case it goes somewhere??" I asked.
"You'd do that??" asked Samantha, a little taken aback.
"Sure," I said. "Maybe you can give him a Christmas treat he's not expecting." I kissed Samantha lightly, and told her to have fun with him, and take it as far as she can.
"How far should I go??" she asked, looking a little puzzled.
"As far as you dare," I told her, and kissed her again. I vanished off into the racks opposite the shoes, close enough that I could see and hear, but where I would not be obvious. Samantha sat down in the row of chairs facing me, taking a pair of boots to try on. She looked at me and smiled, then lifted her leg up to change into one of them. When she did, her dress parted where the buttons were open, revealing what I had thought all along. There was nothing between me and a dark blonde patch of pubic hair, parted by her slightly spread labia. This kid was in for a real treat. The clerk came by, and asked Sam if he could show her anything. She told him about a pair of boots she would like to try. He disappeared into the stock room to retrieve them, coming back a moment later with a box. He sat on the stool in front of her, and she took off the one boot she had tried on, giving him a good look at her furry muff. She put on both boots, and took a walk around the shoe section, then sat back down in front of him. She took her time getting out of them, then asked him for another style, again showing off her pussy. I could see she was getting excited by showing her charms to the clerk, as she was now much more open, and getting wet. He must have noticed too, as his pants seemed to be bulging when he stood up after Sam took off the boots she had tried. I walked over close enough to talk to her.
"Did he notice??" I asked.
"Oh yeah. He's hard as a rock." Sam opened another button on the bottom of her dress.
"How far are you going to tease him??"
Samantha looked at me with a sparkle in her eye. "I'm going to fuck him if I can. You don't mind, do you??" she asked sweetly.
I smiled. "The cougar is unleashed. Go for it!!" Just then I heard voices in the back. It was the clerk and a colleague, who said she was going on break, asking if he would be OK alone. He said yes. I looked at Samantha. "Looks like you'll get your chance. Gotta go." We blew each other a kiss and I resumed my discreet observation post.
The clerk came back out, and again assisted Samantha getting the boots on. Even from my hiding spot, I could see his pants stretched by his erection as Sam showed off her glistening twat. She stood up and grabbed the kid around the waist to steady herself, then with her left hand, grabbed his crotch, lingering a moment.
"Take me in the back," I heard her say, leading the kid by the hand. He followed, and they disappeared into the stock room. They were gone about five minutes, when Samantha came out with a box under her arm smiling at me. She headed down the main aisle, and I followed, catching up to her quickly.
"Well??" I asked.
"Got a nice pair of boots," she said, looking over and smiling.
"Bet you drove a hard bargain," I teased her.
"I got shafted," she said, laughing. I thought I was picking up the faint aroma of semen as we walked. I pulled Samantha into a rack of dresses, tall enough so what we were doing would not be obvious.
"Lemme see," I said. Sam lifted her dress so I could see her pussy. Her bush was wet and had a couple of streaks of come in it, and there was a streak of sperm starting to run down her left thigh. I kissed her and put two fingers into her still slightly spread pussy, which made a slurping noise as I opened it up. "Damn-you did get shafted!! How did it play out??"
"When we got in the back, there was a stool against the back wall. I sat up on it and pulled up my dress as I pulled him to me. I undid his pants-good thing he was wearing dark ones, because there was a big spot on his briefs where he had been leaking precome. I pulled them down and put his cock at my opening, and he pushed in. I still had the black boots on, and wrapped my legs around him to hold him in. He was still leaking, and I was so wet he slid right in and started pumping me. He said he was going to come soon, and I told him in this case, that would be a good thing. I don't think he lasted two minutes. He pulled out as he started to come, but I took his cock and put it back inside me, and told him I wanted to feel his come filling me. He did too!!"
We continued our shopping, Samantha showing off to me every time she went to look at something. Mostly it was giving me a view of her tits as she leaned this way and that to inspect various items. We ended up at the jewelry counter-she usually got her daughter something for Christmas-and I stood behind Sam as she looked in the case while we waited for the sales girl. I was thinking about her getting boned by the shoe clerk, and my cock was bulging. I leaned forward, looking over her shoulder as she looked in the case. There were garment racks on our side of it, and a post to our right, so the view was blocked from two angles. Samantha felt my cock pressing on her ass and pushed back.
"I could do you right here, just lift your dress up and bang your sloppy pussy right over the counter," I whispered in Sam's ear.
