The group of us must have spent a few hours hanging out in the mall by now, and finally I come up with an excuse for us to sneak off on our own for a few minutes. I drag you into one of Nordstrom’s women’s departments, take a good look around and dash into the dressing rooms with you in tow. The room is a good 5’ by 6’ with a cushioned bench on one wall and a full length mirror down the opposite wall. Luckily it’s got a lock and a full length door so nobody can see the extra pair of feet, but it doesn’t feel that private, and I can hear the women several doors down arguing about whether or not the blouse that one of them is trying on is the right shade for her.
I grin mischievously at you and tell you you’d better grab your chance if you want it. Laughing, you turn me to face the mirror and pull me back against you. Your hands reach around me and quickly start unbuttoning my shirt. My cheeks flush as you start exposing my skin to your eyes.
Peeling the shirt back from my breasts, you take a minute to cup them in your hands before pulling the lacy material down, exposing my nipples before tucking it under my breasts, leaving them swaying above the underwire of my bra and making me feel exposed and shy. You seem to appreciate the view though, so I decide to just take as much enjoyment from this as I can.
You reach for the hem of my skirt and start inching it up my legs, and I can feel your hands shaking with excitement. You are watching me, waiting to see if I’ll stop you. I just stay silent and pliant in your hands, trying to keep my breath slow and steady to keep from betraying how turned on I am. When you’re sure I don’t plan to offer resistance, you just grab the material of my skirt in one fist and pull it up, gathering it up over one of my hips.
Your body is still pressed close behind me and I can feel your hard cock against me. It takes all my control to not to move against you, not to let my body sway back and rub my body to yours just a teeny bit as you teasingly shove it into my flesh to see my reaction.
I’ve been taking turns watching your face and your hands in the mirror, but now I find myself unable to tear my eyes away from your fingers as they grab the front of my black lace underwear. In one smooth move you push them to the side with your other hand and slip a finger deeply between my legs. When you find me wet I hear a low moan come out of your throat.
You grab me and turn me to face the bench, bending me over and down into it so my ass is up in the air facing you. Your hands push my skirt up to my waist and you kneel down behind me. I can tell you’ve decided not to waste any time when you jerk my panties down to the ground and make me step out of them.
Your hands grab my thighs and spread my legs apart. I feel a finger carefully exploring me from behind and a minute later your tongue replaces it, shoving deeply in between my lips. I smother a gasp in the cushion as you start taking turns working fucking my pussy with your tongue and fingers.
