Oh the holidays: The shopping, the gift-getting, the crowds...It's quite a hassle. That is, until I thought of a way to ease our little necessary trips...
My husband and I really did have some shopping to do, so, one day in early December, we headed to the mall. I planned to do some of the necessary shopping, yes, but I also had another plan I'd been aching to try out.
The first piece of my plan was making you think it was completely just a normal outing together (with us that's rare, but it does happen...you see, we thrive on new and exciting experiences as you can see from reading my stories). I wanted to build the tension, the longing.
We shopped around awhile, bustling from store to store. You were dragged behind me, shuffling and bored to death. To keep your attention, I'd brush against you every now and then and smile at you. I grinded my hips oh so slowly, or lay certain caresses just you and I knew of, or let my hand linger in naughty places. At lunch, I went all out with a drink straw, sucking and licking it with little moans. On any of these occasions, when you reached to grab me I would wiggle away and whisper, "Later." I acted the part of determined shopper; grumpy, picky, and focused.
Eventually you resigned to thinking I must be in some sort of mood, so we went on shopping. I knew my mixed signals intrigued you, but you acted understanding.
Around an hour into our shopping adventure, it is time for phase two. Coming around a corner, I darted into a new store full of sexy lingerie. Your eyes widen but are still wondering if I'm not in the mood...Certainly I wouldn't come in here if I had something else in mind? I meet your eyes and wink at you heading off to the back of the store. A hunger starts to burn in your hazel eyes, darkening the blue of the circle around your pupil.
When you join me, I start holding up different pieces of lingerie to my body; a little red thong with a ribbon; a tiny see-through cream colored teddy, a long satin nightgown with a split to my hip...I face a mirror with you behind me and press my body to yours gently. I start whispering just which features each piece would accentuate, and how they would feel against me...and you when you were taking them off.
"You know, this would barely cover my ass...This is so tight my breasts would be falling out...Mmm this is so soft just like your lips on my skin...Feel how soft this is.." I feel your bulge growing, pressing against my ass as I shift my hips to rub it slowly. I place your hand on my breast through the satin nightgown I held up. I run your hand over it, and my nipple hardens.
You pull me closer to you by the hips brushing your lips over my neck and shoulder, cock pressing into the crack of my ass through my skirt, whispering to me, "You little tease...Look what you're doing to me..." You guide my hand and I reach a hand back to place it over your cock rubbing gently then squeezing.
"I know, baby, been trying to all afternoon..." I gyrate my hips some more and your hand slides up my naked thigh, coming in contact with my wet pussy; hot and wet from teasing you, watching your desire rise.
