Stretching as I stand in the throngs of holiday shoppers, feeling the hot bodies so close to me. I can hear heavy breathing but can't quite tell which of the many shoppers is labouring so hot and hard at their respiration.
Twisting and turning, a frown making my lips pout, and a crease in my brow, I feel the firm grope of a hand on my ass. That was more than just a casual brush, and I find myself looking into the darkest pair of eyes I have ever seen. His hand snakes forward to find mine and he pulls me, tugging insistently until we are free of the crowd, facing each other in a darkened corner of the store.
So shocked by his bold and rash behaviour that I gasp aloud and drop my packages at my feet as his other hand finds mine. Held tightly, he pulls me close and wraps his arms around me, my hands still held firmly in his. My heaving breasts jutting forward, scraping on his hard chest.
I part my lips ready to speak and he drops his onto mine. A hard bruising kiss, pushing his tongue past my lips and exploring my mouth. A shudder runs along my spine and I quiver against him, rubbing my body to his.
We are tucked behind a Christmas tree, the lights pointed outward, shrouded in shadows and no one offers the briefest of glimpses our way.
His body pressing mine to the corner, he pushes his leg between my thighs and rubs my aching pussy with his knee, firmly rocking back and forth. My hands still held tight in his, I am too shocked to fight back, and soon the overwhelming feelings of arousal cloud my judgement.