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.
