"Not that one," Jimmy said, firm but quiet. He sat on the edge of Lily's bed, legs crossed, and the fingers of his right hand spread through his trim beard in a pensive pose.
Lily froze, turning her head toward him and quirking and eyebrow up, caught halfway between annoyance and arousal at his confident intervention in her wardrobe choice. She stood nearly naked in front of him, a green sundress draped from a black hanger clasped in her right hand.
"The white one," He continued, before her reaction could take form, "with the blue flowers."
Lily's eyes left him and scanned over the rest of her clothes, spotting the dress he wanted and huffing a small sigh of annoyance as she replaced the beautiful green garment and pulled the white one out. She turned her hips toward him and draped the dress over her small frame, pressing the hanger against her chin. She let out a deeper sigh as his eyes scanned over her, a small pit of anxiety rising in her throat.
Jimmy said nothing, but quirked his own eyebrow and let the ghost of a smile lift the corners of his mouth. She recognized it instantly as his 'I told you so' face.
She turned toward the mirror on the wall behind her and felt the annoyance and anxiety melt away. He was right. This was the dress. It was just correct in a way that was difficult to put into words, not least because of the way the delicate white bra she already wore seemed to blend with the larger garment as if it were a single piece.
He stood up and walked up behind her, taking the dress from her, sliding the straps from the hanger, and gathered the fabric up in his hands. She lifted her arms in the air instinctively and he slid the dress over her shoulders and pulled the fabric gently over each of her curves. He took a half step back and looked in the mirror as she made a quick sequence of minor adjustments to the cotton dress.
They silently admired her in the mirror for the space of two slow breaths, whisps of excitement and anxiety fluttering around her as she thought about what they were about to do.
Jimmy stepped into her, pressing his body into her backside. He rested his hands on her hips for a moment and bent his neck down to kiss the top of her head. A few seconds into the kiss, he began pulling her hips back into his until she could distinctly feel the shaft of his cock hardening against her tailbone.
The euphoric electricity of anticipation crackled in the narrow space between their bodies, and she was half certain he was about to gather up her skirt and take her up against the mirror. She relaxed into his grip and laid her head back onto his shoulder.
"You know, I'm not going to be able to hide it if you get cum on this skirt." She couldn't help but smile, although some distant part of her was anxious about it.
"Do you want me to cum on your skirt, then?" He asked, sliding one hand up to squeeze her breast. His large hands fit perfectly around the cup of her bra, and his wandering hands were making it harder for her to think straight.
"That wouldn't be my first choice." She half-sighed, half-moaned, practically willing him to fuck her.
"Let's go do this then, Lily." He said, releasing her and taking a step back.
She turned toward him, reproachful longing in her eyes. She slid her fingers between his thighs, lightly sliding her nails against the fabric of his pants where his balls waited for her. She looked up into his eyes and smirked as a crack formed in his composure.
He leaned his lips down to hers and kissed her deeply, freezing her hand, and sending her heart racing again.
"Save it for the store, Lily." He whispered, breaking the kiss.
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The plan was simple. When they walked into the grocery store, Lily would casually walk to the back where the bathrooms were. Jimmy would pretend to browse the produce for a few minutes and then walk back to join her. The store had large, unisex bathrooms with locking doors, and they were usually diligent about keeping them clean, which was a big reason why they chose this store.
The couple strode into the store, hearts pounding in their throats, but doing their best to act casual. Lilly squeezed Jimmy's hand lightly as she took her leave and began to walk to the back corner of the store toward the bathrooms. She was aroused to the point of being a little light-headed, and the fact that all the strangers she passed could not help but notice her flushed cheeks only made it worse. She had been talking about doing this with Jimmy for weeks, and it was surreal to be finally doing it.
There's no way anyone she passed could know what they had planned, but she found herself wondering if her dress was sheer enough for these strangers to see she wasn't wearing any panties. It was tight enough around her hips for a keen-eyed observer to notice a lack of fabric underneath, but the low neckline and generous cleavage her bra created served as an effective distraction to all the men who had a mind to check her out. The store wasn't crowded, but she passed probably 20 people on her trek across the store.
By the time she made it safely to the bathroom and locked the door behind her, the prospect of having to sit there and wait for Jimmy was physically painful. She examined the space and tried to square it against the hours she had already spent fantasizing about this moment.
She wasn't sure how, but she knew with near-absolute certainty that he was going to bend her over the sink. Their height difference made this a little challenging sometimes, so she slid the trash can over next to the sink so that she could rest her foot on it and make it a little easier for him. With little else to do, she fiddled with her hair in the mirror, trying it over one shoulder, then the other, then straight down her back. She settled on draping it over her right shoulder, the opposite side where she placed the trash can, so he could kiss her neck on the side she was leaning.
