Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
We went to the out of town shopping centre, I think the Americans call them a Mall, the plan was to look at a new bed, and whilst we were out we would have some lunch. Mark drove and Tallulah Sat Nav got us there. I am not an especially nervous passenger, but I do prefer it when I am driving, today we had decided that Mark would drive there and I would drive back.
The exit off the motorway was quite busy and we had to queue to the carpark, Mark drove straight to the upper deck, "no point in circling the lower deck to find a space sweetheart," he said, "that'll be full or virtually full."
The upper deck was busy, but we managed to find a space near the lifts in zone A3, all we had to do was remember A3. I typed into the notes app on my phone. We locked up and called the lift and soon we were down at the main shopping level. We walked arm in arm, looking in some shop windows as we went.
"Oh, let's look in here Pam," Mark said as we were by Boux Avenue, "perhaps we can get you some new lingerie."
I smiled, he did like me in lingerie, especially if we were out, he said he liked to imagine what was under my dress. Sometimes I would wear no knickers, that would excite him even more, especially if we were somewhere he could take a discrete under table upskirt photo. He had quite a collection of them now, whatever floats your boat I suppose.
Today I was wearing knickers as we planned to try beds, and flashing my all and sundry hadn't been a part of the plan, not to strangers anyway, but I had an inkling to change that, if I had a chance. We had done it once trying on shoes, and Mark had taken his photos of the reflections in the mirrors as I sat trying on shoes. It had got me quite aroused that was for sure.
We went into Boux Avenue and looked around, Mark wanted to get a coordinating set. He started at the waspies and favoured a pale blue, and so we had to match bra, stockings and knickers to that. We couldn't, not and get a complete set. We tried red next, and were able to get the full set. After paying we were back in the main street of the shopping centre, dodging wheelchairs, prams and pushchairs, it was busy.
We went into a shop called Beds and Sofas and passed all the sofas, we didn't need one of them, and found the bedding department at the back of the store. We lay on each bed and tried each mattress, in the end deciding that we wanted a memory foam mattress, but we didn't like any of the bases. Mark had plenty of opportunity to see up my dress whilst I was laying on the bed, but never whilst an assistant was nearby.
Before we got to the next store selling beds, I told Mark I needed the loo and popped into the next public convenience that we passed. In a cubicle I took my knickers off and put them at the bottom of my handbag, under my purse and my phone. I smiled as I flushed and stood up, heading back out to the shops with a sense of a breeze about my nethers.
We stopped for a coffee and a pastry, I went for a Belgian Bun, delightfully sticky, Mark had a bacon roll, and we both had a mint mocha. My dress was quite short and I needed to ensure Mark didn't get a premature viewing, nor any of the other patrons if truth be told, my fanny was for Mark's viewing, no one else's. I tugged it down and put my handbag on my lap to ensure the fabric stayed down and not flare up.
The next furniture store we found had their bedding section upstairs, whether that was ironic or not I didn't know. We again tried the mattresses and after the third one Mark helped me up
"You saucy minx," he whispered, "in the loo I suppose, 'cus you certainly had them on in the first bed place."
I smiled sweetly and tried the fourth one, lifting my knees when the assistant was some way away helping another customer. Mark took a photo, I couldn't wait to see it, and I knew that mark would be getting aroused, especially with my getting on and off beds.
Eventually we decided we had enough of getting off an on beds and went for lunch, the restaurant was a Japanese noodle place and it had booths which Mark requested. Once seated we ordered diet cokes whilst we perused the menu. We both went for a Bento box lunch with onigiri (rice balls), tamagoyaki (rolled omelettes), sushi, karaage (fried meat) and/orkatsu(chicken or pork cutlets). Mark went for the pork and I went for the chicken.
As we sat and waited for our lunch to be prepared I felt Mark's hand on my thigh, at first he just squeezed, but then he slowly began moving higher. I parted my thighs a little and Mark went even higher, his fingers brushing my crease. My heart skipped a beat and as a finger slipped between my lips the server arrived with our drinks. I gasped and tried to cover it with a thank you to the server, Mark didn't miss a beat, he was pressing at my clitoris, all out of view of the server.
It would be another ten minutes until our Bento was served she announced as she dropped off our drinks and then left us, hopefully unaware of what Mark was doing under the table. My pleasures were flowing and I began to pant, desperately trying to keep my noises as quiet as possible, but I almost shrieked when Mark's finger pressed through my entrance, past my opening and deep into me.
I was absolutely soaking, his finger slipped easily within me, my fanny walls trying to squeeze his finger, clamp it tight but my wetness allowed no grip. His finger nail brushed my spot and I gasped, unable to control my reactions, and then he started to bend his finger, my fanny flexing and contracting, my breath caught in my throat, my orgasm so close.
"Do you want to look at more beds?" Mark asked.
"Perhaps just ours for comparison," I gasped desperately trying not to scream my release, and then from somewhere I had another thought. I would make him wait. "Actually, no, I do want to try a few more places before we head off home." His finger wiggled inside me and I almost screamed there and then.
He eased his finger out and then pressed it into my mouth, I sucked his finger dry, tasting my arousal, the Bento box would have to be good to beat that flavour. It was good, the Bento box, it has to be said, but could it beat the flavour of sex, I thought not. I was sure I was leaking a puddle, I was so aroused, but I had decided I would make Mark wait, it would also increase my arousal when we finally got home.
Three more bed shops we tried, in each Mark getting glimpses of my wet fanny, I was sure my lips would be glistening and could only hope that the CCTV in the stores wouldn't be able to see up my dress, and then, my mind flashed to the security guard monitoring the cameras, if he could see, would he get aroused? I was getting wetter at the thought of him having to take his dick out as he saw flashes of my wet, glistening fanny.
I drove home as agreed, and to Mark's frustration I didn't speed, I followed all the speed limits, and even took the extra time to reverse onto our drive. Once in the house Mark grabbed me and pushed me against the hall wall.
"God, I need you," he said, his hands on my buttocks, his hard dick pressing against me.
"Don't you want some dinner first," I asked, teasing.
"All I want to eat is you."
"Ah, well, I need the loo first," I said twisting away from him and heading upstairs to the ensuite. I sat, I emptied and then I wiped. Inside I knew I would still be soaking, but I did manage to wipe away some of the wetness outside. I knew what Mark would be like and I didn't want to risk him ripping my dress in his haste, and so I took off my dress before I went back into the bedroom, undoing my bra as I went.
Mark looked at me, lust in his eyes as I dropped my clothes onto a chair and faced him naked. He had stripped whilst I was using the loo and his dick looked hard, his foreskin pulled back and caught behind his rim, his glans red and purple and shining. He walked up to me and I danced past him and pulled the quilt back and lay on the bed, my legs bent, hiding my sex from his view.
"Oh, you want to play?" Mark said as he jumped knees first onto the bed, "oh we can certainly do that you tease."
"I am not playing Mark, no, indeed not, and are you just going to talk and ask questions or do you want to use that hard lump of meat?"
He pushed my legs apart and down and opening his mouth, he sucked my fanny lips into his mouth and then slipped his nose along my crease. My pleasures exploded, pressures ramping up, my electrics fizzing, my breath failing mid gulp, I was so aroused after our day of teasing that I almost orgasmed at his first touch.
His nose pressed at my clitoris, his fingers circled my entrance and then pushed inside, three fingers stretching my fanny, a fourth laying over my perineum, pressing at my crinkle, I managed a deep gulp, my fingers scrunching into our mattress, my toes curling and heels pressing.
He was flicking my clitoris with his nose, his fingers splaying inside me, I felt possessed, filled, his nose hard, but not hard like a finger or a dick, pressed my nubbin, circling around it, his tongue in my valley, licking my flavours. My heart seemed to skip, my chest felt tight as it struggled for air, my whole body was tense and I was sure only my heels and head were touching the bed.
Apart, together, apart, his fingers played his game inside my fanny, my muscles again trying to grip them, squeeze them, but such was my wetness I could not really effectively clamp on him. He moved his face up, his nose slipping off my clitoris, giving me a little respite, but not for long as his teeth nipped my clitoris and pulled at it, my pressures released and an orgasm erupted, exploding through me, my ears pained by the high shrieking scream that came from my mouth.
My body bucked and in that moment his finger pressed harder and entered my bowel and he began finger fucking my fanny and my arse at the same time, my pressures ramped up, my reserves gone I knew I was in for another as pleasures streamed throughout my body, so overwhelming I knew not from where to where, I was lost in pleasure.
Again I screamed my release, almost gibbering, incoherent, unable to speak such was the intensity of my pleasure. Marks fingers eased from inside me, my fanny feeling void, my arse gaping, Mark flipped me over and pulled me to my knees, crouching behind me, his dick pressed at my arse and I gasped.
He dipped and pressed, his dick going into my fanny, so much deeper than his fingers, spreading my fanny walls far apart, I could say nothing, my mouth open, drool falling in drips to the sheet. He pulled back, his dick just touching my entrance, hovering, wavering and then he thrust.
What breath I had exploded from my mouth with a loud gasp, the slap of his collision with my buttocks echoed around our bedroom, my fanny lit up with electrics as he filled my void and before I realised, he was back at my entrance and repeating, slamming into my body, my gasps synchronised with his slaps, the music of sex.
