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floor fitting rooms. I am trying on some stuff. Let me know when you are here.
John read the message and rolled his eyes, saying to no one in particular "I guess we aren't leaving for another hour".
I am here I think. Fitting rooms behind coats.
After a minute Fern came out dressing room door. She was wearing a loose silk black tank-type shirt with nothing underneath it. That was obvious because the V neck dipped low between her breasts. And white cotton leggings. With nothing underneath them either. Her trimmed dark bush visible above the camel toe created by the leggings. "What do you think of these pants?" she asked with a devilish grin while she turned and ran one hand over her nearly naked behind. She walked twenty feet out into the store to stand in front of a full-length mirror. "And I'm not sure about this shirt when I bend over". And she bent over toward her husband causing the silk top to fall forward and put both nipples on full display.
"Holy crap!" John thought as he looked to see if anyone else could see his wife dressed like this. He was speechless for a moment. Then he looked at her face and saw that smile. He had seen that smile so many times before. And things started to fall into place. He came to the mall for shoes. She came for this. "Very stylish." was John's comment as he took a step toward her. She met him halfway and kissed him. Deeply with their tongues exploring each other's mouth. She felt his hands roam around and onto her backside. Through the thin legging material it felt as though his hands were on her naked cheeks. They practically were.
"Wait I have a few more" and Fern left him and returned to the fitting room. John did his best to look unassuming as he waited for the next outfit but it wasn't easy. His heart was racing and his cock was growing. Fern had texted him fitting room pictures before but this was way different. And much better. His back was turned when he heard the fitting room door open again. There was his wife standing in the doorway wearing a floor length red skirt. The skirt had a slit up the left side that went to the top of her thigh. And that would have caught John's attention if not for the fact that Fern was completely topless! She walked out into the store again and pulled the slit open, admiring herself in the mirror. "Do you think this shows too much leg?"
"No" he replied. "I think the entire outfit shows just the right amount" as he moved behind her. They both looked in the mirror as he moved both hands up to her breasts and started to flick her already firm nipples with his thumbs. She turned, looked him in the eye, and said "Suck on them."
There was no doubt who was giving the orders this day. John lowered his mouth onto her left tit and swirled his tongue over and around the red tip. He sucked on it hard causing Fern to moan. Then he moved his attention to the right side and placed his mouth over as much of her breast as he could. His tongue pressed hard into the hardened nipple and her chest vibrated with an "MMMM". His right hand found the slit in the skirt and moved between her legs and touched her. Her pussy was slick with wetness. She allowed him to play with her for another 30 seconds or so before lightly pushing him away and walking back toward the fitting room door. "One more" she said as she disappeared.
John's head was spinning and his dick was throbbing. He didn't expect anything like this when they left the house today. Once more he looked around to check for other shoppers or a sales clerk. They still had the corner of the store all to themselves. This time he did not hear the door open and he jumped a bit when he heard "I was looking for some new stuff for the warmer weather. I like this dress but it might be too short. What do you think?"
He turned to see his wife in a short floral print sundress. There were straps over the shoulders that held the dress up. But one strap had fallen down her right arm completely exposing her right breast. And she knew it. And the bottom of the dress barely concealed anything. She brushed past him, rubbing her exposed nipple against him, and walked out into the store again. She bent over and put both hands on one of the metal coat racks in front of her and spread her bare feet. Just as she intended the back of the dress rode up and exposed her naked backside. John walked over and ran his hands up her hips and pushed the dress higher. His right hand found her exposed breast and gave it a firm squeeze while his left hand slid back down her bottom and stroked her sex. She was as wet as he had ever felt her. He ran his fingers back and forth along her slippery slit. And as he did, he noticed that she was rocking back and forth. But he caught her by surprise when he thrust two fingers deep into her. "OOOHHH!" This action caused Fern to stop rocking. John began to slowly withdraw and re-insert his fingers with a rhythm. Fern took one hand off the rack, reached back, and lowered the zipper on John's pants. In one motion her hand went inside his boxer briefs pulled out his hard cock. "Fuck Me".