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Note: If you haven't read it yet, Passion in the Parking Lot is the prequel to this story.
It took some time and some effort, but after our first passionate hookup in the parking lot of the grocery store, Cristi and I were determined to figure out a way to continue fucking each other. Getting out of the house for a few hours wasn't the problem but figuring out where to go had us both stumped for a bit. She was the one who eventually came up with the idea to meet at the mall during a very dead time and exploit the fitting rooms in the major stores. We figured if we were posing as an old, boring married couple, we wouldn't attract much attention and could probably get away with what a younger couple wouldn't be able to.
After the first few times, we figured out which fitting rooms in which stores were the best for our escapades, usually rotating among the ones that met our needs. Typically, Cristi would let me know where and when we'd be meeting and, once I showed up, we'd go through the charade of shopping together and picking out something to try on. Often, we'd start in the men's department and I'd go to try on something like a swimsuit while she waited just outside the fitting rooms. I'd step out and model the swimsuit for her and, if the coast was clear, she'd come back into the fitting room with me. As soon as the door was latched, we'd be all over each other; she'd be working on the drawstring as we made out while I fondled her tits.
As soon as she had the drawstring undone, Cristi was usually on her knees as quickly as the swimsuit hit my ankles, my rigid cock in her hand as she tongued my balls. I'd run my fingers through her hair as she pumped my shaft before wrapping her lips around it and starting to slide them up and down. She was an enthusiastic cocksucker, so we had been careful to find fitting rooms that wouldn't allow the slurping sounds or the occasional soft moan to make it beyond the door. While Cristi was very focused on enjoying my cock and making sure that I was enjoying her mouth, I would sometimes look straight down as my cock disappeared repeatedly between her lips or sometimes I would glance over into one of the many mirrors so I could see her blowing me from a different perspective.
If she'd wanted to, she could have had me blowing a load in her mouth in a matter of seconds, but she always drew out my pleasure for as long as she felt it was safe to remain inside the fitting room and I never had any complaints. I relished the feel of her hot mouth and soft lips engulfing my tool repeatedly and appreciated the talent that she demonstrated. If she thought I was getting too close too soon, she'd slip my throbbing cock from her mouth and slurp my balls while gently pumping my shaft in her hand. If she knew that we should probably be vacating soon, she pumped the base of my cock while moving her mouth up and down my shaft more quickly. My cock would begin to swell even more as the pleasure grew more intense, then I'd explode into her mouth and she'd swallow down my load. She'd usually nurse my softening cock, somewhat reluctant to give it up, before finally letting it fall from her mouth and smiling up at me.
