I'm not a big shopper. I live in the city and downplay my country accent and upbringing. It's great to have a career here which is setting me up to freelance some day, but otherwise putting up with this place is tough. I think a lot about the high desert, the coyotes calling out in the morning, and that particular slant of light at sundown when the shadows get really long and the entire sky glows.
All of this doesn't stop me from meeting up for a day of shopping with a female friend and returning to her apartment for sex that blows both of our minds. Who knows why it worked out this way. That's life.
My preference is to use the typical online stores, or if I'm unhappy with what I find there, I'll hit up an army surplus store a few streets away from me. It's where I found a camouflage bucket hat I love, plus lots of jackets, boots, and other stuff. I'm a typical bear guy, and even as a gay dude, I just don't get much into my own fashion sense. I still have an interest in women's fashion for some reason, and this friend sometimes asks for my advice, so we go shopping together.
We get a lot of chances to do this regularly. It's always best in summertime when the atmosphere in the city streets makes for a fun experience. The other enjoyable thing about these shared outings is when we go back to her home and we fuck. It's hard, emotional sex, as we're both letting everything out. Neither of us seems to reach this level with other guys, but we get naked and it all clicks. We've talked about it. It's the sex we want to keep having, even if we're involved with other people, even if one or both of us gets married. We've got each other. Always.
I'm not a typical gay bestie for a girl, though. As a hairy, bearded guy, I do my best to look like I'm fun to be around. So I'll hit the gym on a Saturday morning after storing up a lot of cum for several days. She's going to need it. Then I shave my head at home, shower, and put on a nice button-up shirt, linen shorts, and canvas sneakers, plus a flat cap. I clean up all right, if I do say so myself. It's all coming off at her place, anyway.
The subway is steamy with heat. After dodging the usual annoyances, I emerge into one of Midtown's few major shopping areas to still be busy after the pandemic. It's full of tourists, but still a lot of fun, with Italian and Chinese restaurants, plus a great mix of mass-market, upmarket, and ethnic clothiers and home goods sellers. That's the nice thing about being a gay bear: you're still in tune with these finer points of life while everyone's afraid you're going to tackle them like a quarterback.
Upon arrival, I look around for a moment. There she is. How could I miss her? Sunglasses rest on the top of her head and her arm clasps the handle of a large purse. Her auburn hair is cut in a style both austere and elegant, just below shoulder length. I think she's using silicone products to get that shine in her hair, which I'm not the biggest fan of. I'm a pretty natural, raw kind of dude. I don't tell most people this, but I don't bother with soap in the shower unless I need to wash off lube. I exfoliate with microfiber washcloths and water. I only use water to brush my teeth with. My breath is kissable and I had no cavities at my last check up. With hookup partners, I get complimented all the time on how I smell. They're noticing me, my sebum, my clean sweat, my masculinity.
We joyfully greet each other with a close hug. We only do a bit of chatting online so our catching-up happens in person. She immediately says I look so handsome and I tell her she looks beautiful. I notice that she isn't wearing any makeup and I didn't notice a perfume scent when we hugged, and for a plethora of reasons, I'm already aroused. I can see and feel that touch of humidity from her sweat. We walk slowly to the first mall we want to hit up while relating how our jobs and lives have generally been. She's wearing a nice black piece subtly outlining all the body parts I've had my face and cock buried in. What sets everything off nicely is a red scarf I suggested to her because of my understanding of color theory. She keeps telling me how great it goes with everything in her wardrobe. I smile and blush a bit.
The interior of the mall is abuzz with security guards, more tourists, couples, families, and everyone else, it seems. The hot weather combines with the availability of air conditioning to make it busy with those escaping the heat and seeing all of the new anchor stores and boutiques. Eventually we are at the first destination. She says they're carrying a new line of form-fitting pieces she wanted to combine with some new jackets.
