I admit I'm not always thrilled to go clothes shopping with you. Often I'll find myself standing around holding two or three loaded clothes hangers on my finger while you examine in minute detail the pros and cons of two seemingly identical purses. Naturally my mind tends to wander, as do my eyes. I look at the racks of bras and imagine the racks that they might adorn someday. I see other women, other men with their women, I think I see one woman with her woman? That's cool. Lesbians are awesome.
My eyes alight on you again as you are leaning over to inspect something on a lower shelf and I smile reflexively. I've always loved your shape, no matter what you thought of it. Muscular thighs and calves from your swimming days, an ass and breasts I could chew on for hours, and a beautiful face I've come to truly love.
My train of thought seems to have found its way to familiar tracks as I look at you in your cutoff shorts and purple tank top, thinking of how we used to tease each other mercilessly in public places when we first dated. We would get each other so juiced and horny that we'd rush back to our dorm rooms and throw our roommates out with no ceremony, fucking wildly until the room was saturated with sex musk. Funny that we always ran back home... We never did try anything really naughty publicly. Back then we were younger and a little intimidated by the audacity of public sex. But now?
You pick up a shirt and pants you want to try on and turn towards me. You see the gleam in my eye and look at me curiously, wondering why I'm grinning. I just say it's nothing and follow you dutifully towards the dressing rooms. You pick up your brightly-colored card from a bored employee and disappear behind the partition. I glance around the wall at the closest room and see that the door goes all the way to the floor. There aren't many people in the store...I don't see surveillance cams in the ceiling...Now how can I get this clerk out of here? It seems I don't have to as the desk phone rings and the girl is summoned to the front registers. Thank you, gods of sex!
I take one more furtive glance around and slip around the partition. Your room is easy to find by the sounds of your disrobing and when I turn the handle slowly I discover you haven't locked it. In a swift move I yank the door open, enter and close it behind me. You were just about to pull your shorts back on so your perfect ass is only clothed in nearly transparent panties. You yelp in surprise at the sudden intrusion and then I see anger and amusement flash across your face in quick succession when you realize it's me.
Before you can form the words, "What the hell are you doing?" I'm lifting you up by the thighs and backing you against the cloth-covered wall of the dressing room with a muffled thump, covering your mouth with my own in a fiery kiss. Your eyes widen in alarm and your heart hammers for a moment with the suddenness of my assault, but instinctively your mouth opens and our tongues twist together. I know you like being taken forcefully and the way your lips mash against mine is the proof. You wrap your arms around my neck and lock your legs around my back as we taste the flavor of our arousal.
