Pinky Surprise

Thinking of You

I found your site on Tumblr. Someone reblogged a photo of you on another site. You were wearing a blue bra and blue and green panties, and I thought you looked hot, so I clicked through. On the first page you mention watching a video of a girl getting off, and that you want to put something in your vag. (I don’t really like that word, but somehow your blunt usage of it, the way you casually mention needing something inside you, it seems sexual, instead of clinical.)

I start paging back through your archives, looking for more photos. On page two, you are answering questions from your followers, telling them your bra size and sexual fantasies. One guy says he wants to spank you and cum on your ass. You like that idea.

On page three, I find a video of you sitting on your vibe. I watch you grind up and down, sliding it in and out of your pussy. I listen to the sound of your breath as you fuck yourself faster and faster. The video ends before you cum, and I am disappointed, but turned on.

By page four, I am stiff as a board. My cock is straining against my jeans. Below a photo of you spreading your ass, your toy lodged deep in your pussy, there is a post from you talking about how horny you are, and how you need someone to “drill your cunt.” I press my hand against my erection, inhaling at the pressure, and imagine surprising you by pulling the vibrator out, and replacing it with my cock.

Scrolling down, I find the next photo of you. You are sitting back on your bed, completely naked. The camera is positioned between your spread thighs, your breasts at the top of the frame, one nipple visible, and begging for me to wrap my lips around it. One hand reaches between your legs, fingers spreading your lips to show your clit. Between your fingers I can just see your trimmed pubic hair, very short, growing back around a small landing strip.

But what makes my cock surge and drives me to unbutton my pants and finally begin stroking is that your pussy is glistening wet and creamy. I can tell how turned on you are, and I imagine you taking this photo, and then typing that post begging for someone to drill your cunt. I want to be there, to rub the head of my cock along your lips, spreading your cream over my head before I push deep into you. I imagine your cunt wrapping tightly around me, as I slide slowly and effortlessly into your wet, creamy pussy.

I’m breathing quickly, feeling my cock stiffen in my hands, and my balls tighten. I just found your site 15 minutes ago, and now I’m about to cum from looking at your photos.

I imagine you sitting on the edge of your bed, legs wrapped around me, my cock buried in your vag. I start fucking you faster, the wet sounds driving me towards orgasm. I imagine your fingers gripping my shoulder, biting your lip as you watch my cock drill into you. I grab your tits and pull on your nipples and am rewarded by you groaning. I imagine you reach between us, rubbing your clit. You lean forward, your body tensing, and I feel a fluttering around the head of my cock, and then you get a bit tighter and wetter.

Leaning back on the couch, my hand is flying on my cock, my fingers rubbing against the edge of my head, swollen and hard in my hand. I breathe heavily and stare at the image of your creamy vag, and feel the familiar tightening in my balls. My legs stiffen, and I cum hard. My eyes are closed, but I can feel the hot fluid pumping out, running down my fingers and cock, dripping on my belly.

I catch my breath and smile as I click the “follow” button. I can’t wait to see what you post next.

Seven Minutes In Heaven

We had been flirting all evening, and as the party wore on, things started getting more adventurous. The host was moving soon, and clearly wasn’t going to be happy until the party turned into some sort of orgy. He had been liberal with drinks and weed all evening, and we weren’t the only couple building up towards an obvious conclusion.

Eventually some variation of strip-poker / spin-the-bottle / truth-or-dare started up, and it wasn’t long until most of us were naked or nearly so. She was down to a black thong with wide pink lace trim, and I was completely naked. Most of the guys in the circle were at least semi-hard, depending on how much attention had been focussed on them recently. The host had two girls, one on each side, each giggling and trying to distract him by doing interesting things while he kept the game going.

Eventually, the bottle landed on her, and the host announced that her dare was seven minutes in heaven, the old teenage kissing-in-the-closet party game. She smiled and pointed to me and walked towards the bedroom.

“WAIT!” bellowed the host, and announced a modified rule. The rule was that we had to sit on the couch, her in my lap, my cock in her pussy, and the first one to cum loses. She hesitated for only a second and then announced I was going down.

The couch was in the main room, but on the other side from where the group sat on the floor playing the game. It wasn’t private, but we weren’t the center of attention, either. I sat down, and before I knew what was happening, she dove between my legs and started sucking my cock.

“Hey!” I protested, half-heartedly, “that’s cheating! You can’t get me ready to cum like that!”

A roar of laughter came from the host and the few members of the party who weren’t already breaking away to start their own action. She released my cock with a wet pop, slid her panties off before climbing on top of me.

“All’s fair,” she grinned, and then lowered herself onto my cock. I groaned as her pussy wrapped around my head, and she laughed “This is going to be easier than I thought!”

I breathed carefully and calmed myself. She wasn’t moving, I noticed, and she was wet enough that I had slid easily into her.

“I dunno, seems like I’m not the only one who’s ready to go.”

“Hey, boy, I’ve got self-control. I bet you jerk off every night. You’re gonna cum first.”

“You think about me jerking off a lot, do you?”

“Ha! No, I usually think about the soccer team before slipping into bed with my vibrator.”

My cock twitched inside her.

“Oh, you like that thought, do you? Well, let me tell you all about it. I watch the soccer team practice sometimes, and I sit in the stands, squeezing my legs together, leaning forward to put pressure on my clit, and just admiring their legs. Then when I get home, sometimes I find I’ve creamed all over my panties. On those nights, I go to bed naked.”

My cock swelled again and she rolled her hips, causing a wave of pleasure.

“I usually spend awhile just touching my body, playing with my tits. Sometimes if I’m in the right mood, I can get off just by squeezing my nipples.” As she said this, she pulled on her nipples, both right at my eyeline. I put my hands on her hips as she rocked again, and I groaned, feeling my cock slip deeper inside her.

“When I really want to get down to business, I get out my vibrator. It’s just a little pocket rocket, but it’s got this little textured head, and when I press it against my clit, I can feel it in my toes. I lie on my back, and spread my legs, with my clit buzzing and imagine a guy pressing on top of me.” As she said this, she leaned forward, pressing her breast against my face. I tried to think calm, non sexy thoughts, but her voice kept whispering right above my ear, her breath husky.

“Sometimes, that’s all it takes, and I just give myself a quick little surface orgasm… but sometimes I need more, and I roll over onto my stomach. One arm under me, keeping pressure on my clit, and with the other I reach behind me. I need that pressure inside, that feeling of being filled. I’ll get up on my knees and rock back and forth, thrusting two even three fingers inside from behind…” She was full-on humping me now, grinding my cock deeper into her, arms wrapped around my head, thighs wrapped around my legs, pulling me, moaning in my ear.

“Every now and then, when it’s really good, and I’m working my clit and fucking myself I feel this extra release and I g…” before she could finish this though, I reached behind her and slid my hand down her ass. Finding the root of my cock already filling her, I pulled my fingers back up, and slid a finger into her ass, the opening already wet and slick, offering no resistance.

She cried out in surprise, and I felt her pussy and asshole suddenly tighten, clamping down on my cock and finger. The extra sensation pushed me over the edge, and I groaned and pushed upward, my cock pumping inside her as I came, her pussy twitching and spasming around me. She stiffened when she felt me cum and gripped my shoulder hard, clearly pushed over the edge as well.

After a second, I eased my finger out of her ass, and she moaned happily in my ear.

“Who won?” I asked, breathlessly.

“I think we both did,” she whispered as she nibbled my ear.

The Joys of Modern Technology

I clicked the green button, and suddenly her video window was there on my desktop. She held up her phone for me to see, gave it a kiss, and then winked at me as she reached down between her legs with the phone.

She was sitting at her desk at work. I could see her office behind her, the window with a view of trees in the park, and a bookshelf full of binders. She was wearing a button-up white shirt with a camisole on under it, and a black skirt.

I couldn’t see it, but I knew that her desk was in a semi-private office near the entrance to her workplace. There was a large window next to her door, where she sat facing the hall. Anyone walking in or out had to walk past her office.

I tested our situation immediately by sending a text to her phone. After a second, I didn’t hear anything, but I saw her visibly startle and then blush and look at the camera.

“God, I nearly jumped out of my seat. I’m going to have to be careful,” she typed into our chat window.

“I’m going to keep you jumping all day,” I replied.

True to my word, I would send her a text every 15 or 20 minutes. She had agreed to keep her phone under her skirt, pressed against her clit all day. After awhile, she got pretty good at not reacting so that anyone but me would notice. But I could see the slight stiffening of her posture, or a momentary pause in her typing.

Once, I heard a coworker come in to start chatting with her and I quickly sent a text. She didn’t bat an eyelid, though I saw her reach over to grip the edge of her desk, and when her coworker left, she glared at me. I sent her three texts in a row for that.

She would have to leave her desk to talk to someone or go to the restroom, but she always put the phone back. I trusted her, but I still sent a test text shortly after she sat down each time, just for fun.

As the day progressed, I started upping the ante. I sent several texts in a row, or I would actually call and let her phone ring once or twice. The longer vibration from the calls would usually leave her slightly flushed and biting her lip.

Around 4, her boss walked in to discuss something. After a second, I sent a text.

No reaction. I sent two more texts.

Still no reaction. She was nodding patiently as her boss kept talking.

I dailed her phone and let it ring once… twice… three times… FOUR times… voice mail. I can’t be sure, but I think I saw her breathing quicken towards the end.

I wait a second and dial again. Once more, it rings four times and goes to voice mail. She seems to be trying even harder to avoid reacting, sitting primly, with her hands folded in her lap.

I give her a moment’s respite, and then dial again. While it’s ringing her boss walks out and she immediately turns to her computer and looks at me through the camera. “Please,” she mouths silently.

I hang up. She takes a ragged breath and closes her eyes, centering herself, and I dial again.

I small whimper escapes her lips and she grips the desk on either side of her keyboard tightly. Her eyes are closed and she breathes deeply as it rings and rings between her thighs.

As I hear her voice mail prompt start again, she stands, smooths her clothes down, grabs her phone and walks away.

10 minutes later, I get a text: “Had to go to the bathroom. Panties soaked. Took them off. Be home in 30 minutes.”

I grinned, closed my laptop and walked out of my office to follow her home.

Hotdogging

She wouldn’t let me fuck her. I forget why, now, because we were both drunk, and we did pretty much everything else. The party was wild, and at one point it seemed only natural that we see how many people we could fit into the dorm room’s tiny shower. We were all fully dressed, but of course the shower got turned on, and the most sober people quickly scattered in dripping, giggling commotion.

After a minute, there was just the two of us in the hot spray. Our hands were everywhere. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. I was sucking on her neck and had worked my hand up her shirt and into her bra. Her nipple hardened under my palm and she ground against me and moaned in my ear.

We separated briefly as we quickly removed our sopping wet clothes. She was short and curvy, with large hips and a fantastic ass. She grabbed my erect cock and and ran her nails lightly down my chest, and then turned around. With one hand on the wall, she used her other hand to position my cock so it was sandwiched between her cheeks, pointing up her back. Then she put both hands on the wall, arched her back, and started moving her ass.

It only took me a second to figure out what she wanted. I grabbed her hips and squeezed her ass together to squeeze my cock, and started thrusting against her. She groaned and kept rubbing against me. The hot water was spraying on her back, running down over us. The heat and friction were great… not quite as good as what I wanted to do, but good enough that within a minute or two I groaned and pushed hard, and the first shot of cum landed between her shoulder blades, the rest pumping out of my head and running between her cheeks,

I spun her around and pushed her against the wall of the shower and kissed her hard, my cock pressing against her belly and her hands on my chest.

Unexpected Birthday Present

She was dating my cousin when they both came to my birthday party. She was wearing a patchwork hippie skirt and a tight gray tanktop with no bra. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric, and I had been checking her out all night. She must have been aware, because she caught me alone in the hallway. We had barely met, and had probably spoken ten words to each other, but the tension was heavy in the air.

“I didn’t get you a gift,” she said. I forget what I said back — probably something lame about how we had just met, but she leaned closer and insisted that she wouldn’t feel right without giving me something. My cock was already straining at my pants, swelling at the implications.

“You’re dating my cousin… I can’t do anything…” I pleaded lamely. She frowned and started to lean away when I was struck with inspiration: “Let me taste you.”

“I thought we couldn’t do anything?” she purred.

“We don’t have to do anything… Just slip your finger into your pussy and let me taste you.” I had never felt so bold.

She leaned back against the wall and stared at me for a moment. For a long second I was afraid she was going to leave, disappointed that I couldn’t follow her lead, but then she slowly traced one hand down her chest, starting between her breasts, sliding over her stomach, and then under the waistband of her skirt. I watched her reach lower, and then bite her lip and inhale.

She leaned forward and brought her hand up to my face. She teased me for a moment, letting me see her middle finger was glistening wet, before she ran it along my bottom lip and into my mouth. I cought a brief whiff of her scent, and then sucked on her finger. She gasped a little as I sucked and licked, cleaning all traces of her wetness.

“Now, what are you going to give me?” she asked when I released her.

“I thought that was a birthday present?” I asked?

“Well, maybe my birthday is coming up soon. It wouldn’t be fair for you not to give me something after I gave you something so… personal.”

I hesitated for a second, and then reached down and unbuttoned my pants. I was terrified that someone would find us, but my cock was already rock-hard, and it popped out of my boxers. She leaned back against the wall and watched eagerly as I stroked my shaft, teasing the head. In just a few seconds, there was a glistening pearl of precum on the tip. I carefully rubbed my thumb over it, coating it, and then leaned forward and brought my thumb to her lips.

She closed her eyes and took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and sucking deeply before letting it slip back out.

She smiled, wiped her lips, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday,” she said as she walked back to the party.

Meeting Tease

The room was crowded, and the meeting was long and boring. I reclined in my chair and looked around the room. Most of my coworkers were seated at the long conference table along with me. There weren’t enough seats, so anyone who showed up too late to sit were standing around the perimeter of the conference room. A few had hopped up on the counter running the length of one wall.

As my eyes scanned across, I realized that I was looking straight up Tricia’s dress. She was wearing an orange sundress that ended above her knees. Her legs were just barely parted, and I couldn’t quite see anything, but I couldn’t help trying. As if she sensed me looking, she suddenly crossed her legs, and I looked away, continuing my sweep around the room, though I was no longer really looking.

As our boss droned on, my attention kept drifting back to her legs. I was praying she would shift, or cross her legs the other way, and I would catch a glimpse. For what seemed like an eternity, I kept stealing quick glances to my left… and it was perhaps inevitable I would get caught.

As I glanced over one more time, I realized she was looking straight at me. Quickly, guiltily, I met her eyes, expecting anger. Instead, I found an amused look on her face, and then she slowly, deliberately, uncrossed her legs. For a moment, before she recrossed them, her legs spread a bit wider than she needed to, and I saw all the way up her thighs to a pair of black mesh panties.

I felt an immediate surge between my legs, and then the moment was over, as quickly as it had begun. Her eyes were back on our boss, her legs crossed as through nothing had happened. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and tried to focus.

Exactly What She Needed

“I’ll let you cum in my mouth if you put your cock in me while I get off,” she said, unexpectedly. We were sitting on the couch together, watching a movie, I forget what. She was still wearing the low-cut dress she’d had on at the bar that night.

“Um,” I stammered, “You’ve put a lot of thought into this, have you?” She hesitated before answering, crossed her legs, then uncrossed them before turning to look me in the eye.

“Look, she said, “you’re cute, you’re only here for the weekend, you’re crashing on my couch, and I haven’t gotten laid in weeks.” She leaned forward, poking my chest, letting me look down her cleavage at her bright pink bra. “Now, are you in or out?”

Three minutes later, we were in her room, taking each other’s clothes off. I pulled her dress over her head, and she undid my belt and helped me step out of my pants. I took my shirt off, and she licked my ear as I struggled out of my boxers.

“Rules,” she breathed in my ear. “Don’t fuck me, and don’t cum in me. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I want to taste your cum.” She lay down on her back, ass on the edge of the bed, and I ran my hands between her legs. Her panties, some sort of thin mesh fabric, were already wet. I pulled them down while she removed her bra, freeing her large breasts.

“I’ve been having trouble getting off by myself lately. I need something more than a vibe or my fingers.” As she spoke, I stood between her legs, stroking my stiffening cock. I could see she kept everything trimmed short, just the slightest hint of a bush, all the short little hairs just long enough to point down towards her already glistening lips.

“I need something hot and stiff to fill me up, but I don’t want you to fuck me. I just want you in me. Just hold still, firm and deep, until I cum, then you can cum.” I stepped forward, rubbed my head up along her lips, and she inhaled sharply as I brushed against her clit. Moving back down, she parted slickly around me, and I slid easily inside.

Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip as I pushed into her. I slid quickly out, and then more firmly back in, and she wrapped her legs tightly around, holding my cock as deep in her as possible. I groaned, wanting to continue, and she grinned. Breathing deeply, we just held there for a moment, her pussy warm and soft around me.

She squeezed her tits, rubbing from the outside towards the middle, ending by pinching each nipple firmly. She softly moaned, and did it again, and this time I felt her cunt squeeze around me. Still cupping one breast, she reached up with her right hand and slipped two fingers into her mouth. She kept eye contact with me and smiled when she felt my cock surge in response to her pantomimed blow job.

I leaned back, grabbing her knees, and she loosened her grip around my waist, sensing that I now understood her need. Then she reached between us and began rubbing her clit.

Watching her was incredibly hot. Her breathing became ragged, and her eyes glazed. Her fingers moved in tight circles, brushing me on each stroke. Her fingernails, slightly sharp, nearly scratching as she began to move more frantically.

It probably only took a few minutes, but trying to hold perfectly still while watching her build towards her orgasm was very difficult. My cock was hard and tight, and I could picture my head, swollen and round, rubbing against her own engorged pussy walls. Every now and then she would gasp slightly, and I would feel her suddenly gape around me, and then seconds later, contract just as suddenly.

“Oh god,” she breathed, “I’m gonna cum.” She seemed startled, and her whole body began to tense, knees pulling upwards, her head lifting off the bed, eyes closed. “Now!” she gasped, “Oh now!” Her fingers stopped moving, and I felt a sudden rush of warmth around the base of my shaft, and then her pussy was tighter, squeezing, pulsing, pushing down around me. I had to push back to stay inside her, as she tried to straighten her legs. She groaned loudly and gradually loosened, laying back on the bed, breathing heavily.

After a moment, I shifted slightly, pressing my cock deeper into her. She moaned, and opened her eyes. As she looked eagerly at me, I realized that I was on the brink myself, breath ragged, heartbeat pulsing in my cock.

“Now,” she said, “It’s your turn.” She wriggled around under me, sliding off the edge of the bed. I slipped out of her, and as she came down to kneel between my legs, my cock came to rest against her cheek. It was slick with her juices and she playfully licked the length of it, flicking the tip with her tongue.

After a second of teasing, realizing she was going to keep going like this, I grabbed my cock with one hand and her head with the other. Not pushing her, just holding her where I needed her. She moaned happily, and opened her mouth as I began pumping. Everything was so wet and I was so hard, I knew it wouldn’t be long. She kept her mouth open, just at the tip, still licking and teasing with her tongue.

As I neared my finish, she continued making happy little moans and I realized that her hand was back between her legs, moving quickly. I gripped her hair more tightly, and she groaned deeply “cum for me,” and then I was. The first spurt ended up on her tongue, and then she wrapped her lips around me. I came hard shooting into her mouth, and then when she opened her lips, dripping onto her tits and belly.

After a minute, I staggered backwards and leaned against the wall, and stayed where she was, kneeling by the bed, licking her lips and idly rubbing her clit while my cum dripped down her chest.

“That,” she said, “was exactly what I needed.”

The Wrong Room

I woke up with a pair of lips wrapped around my cock. Half asleep, I groaned as she swirled her tongue around my head and squeezed my shaft with her hand. I felt, more than heard, the aroused sounds and small moans she was making as my cock stiffened in her mouth. I reached down, running my fingers through her hair, feeling her head bob up and down on me.

I opened my eyes and was suddenly wide awake as I realized who was going down on me. My bedroom door was slightly open, and in the light from the hallway, I could see my roommate’s girlfriend kneeling next to me on the bed. She was still wearing the silver dress she went clubbing in, and it was low-cut enough that I could see her tits down the front of it.

Startled, I gripped her hair, and any thoughts I was about to have of telling her to stop vanished instantly as she moaned and pushed her head further down, and I felt my cock slide into her throat. I inhaled sharply and let go of her hair and she slowly slid my cock all the way out of her mouth, and then sucked just the head back in.

As she began rubbing her hand up and down the length of me and working her tongue around the most sensitive part of my head, I turned to the side and pulled her thighs so that her knees were by my shoulders. I slid my hand up the back of her thigh, to her ass. Her panties were thin mesh, and already damp. I slid a finger under and pulled them to one side, and then plunged my middle finger into her already soaking pussy. She arched her back and started bobbing her head up and down again.

I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of her mouth on my cock. It was hot and wet, and she was making slurping noises. I slid another finger into her pussy, and she rocked back slightly, pushing my fingers deeper into her.

I began to slide my fingers in and out, matching my pace her hers, sliding my fingers into her up to the knuckle just as she slid me into her throat, and pulling almost all the way out as she slipped her lips up, squeezing the base of my shaft as she did.

In just a few seconds my breathing was ragged. Sensing I was getting close, she picked up the pace, and so did I. Oh god, I whispered, you’re making me cum… and I pushed my fingers deep into her and held them there as my cock started twitching and pumping cum into her mouth. She moaned happily and continued to rub and lick, letting my cum run out of her mouth and all over her fingers and me.

When my orgasm passed, I let my fingers slip out of her, and before I could say anything, she drunkenly weaved her way out the bedroom door. A few seconds later, I heard our front door open and close and she was gone. After I cleaned up and climbed back in bed, I wondered if I should tell my roommate that his girlfriend had come into the wrong room, or just hope that it happened again.

My Longest Recurring Fantasy

My longest recurring fantasy has to do with sneaking into your bedroom and fucking you while you masturbate. Often, when I’m getting off, I imagine you doing the same. I picture you laying on your stomach on your bed, on top of the covers. Sometimes I picture you naked, as if you just got out of the shower, warm and pink-skinned. Other times you are mostly dressed, your skirt hiked around your waist and your panties discarded on the floor, as if you got home from work and went straight to the bedroom.

But always you are laying on your stomach, with one hand between your thighs, fingers frantically rubbing circles around your clit. Your legs are spread, and I can see that your pussy is inflamed with lust, lips slightly parted, and glistening with your wetness. Your eyes are closed, but your mouth is open, and you’re breathing heavily. Your body is tense, and I can tell that you’re building towards a rocking orgasm.

In my fantasy, I have somehow managed to sneak into your room without you noticing. I am standing near the foot of your bed, watching you masturbate, and I am intensely aroused. My pants are off, and I am stroking my erect cock.

Your breathing is becoming huskier, and you’re making quiet little moans and sounds of pleasure as you build towards your climax. Suddenly, I hear your breath catch, and see your pussy start to clench as the orgasm begins to wash over you.

That’s when I step between your open legs, grab your hips, and in one smooth motion, pull you back towards me. My cock slides easily into your cunt, which continues to pulse, eager to have something to squeeze. Your legs, suddenly dangling off the bed, quickly grab for purchase, and you wrap them around me.

My sudden presence startles you, naturally, and quickly, you’re up on your hands, your eyes wide open, looking back to see who’s suddenly fucking you. Raising up like that shifts your weight back, but I keep a firm grip on your hips, and push my cock even deeper into you. You groan and close your eyes again as your orgasm finishes rolling through your body, and I hold you firmly in place as you rock slightly back and forth.

Eventually your internal throbbing finishes, and you collapse back onto the bed. You barely have a chance to catch your breath, however, as I start slowly fucking you. You moan in time with my thrusts and grab desperately at the blankets.

After your orgasm, your pussy is practically gaping open, and the room is filled with sloppy wet noises. This seems to turn you on even more, and suddenly your cunt tightens around me, and I feel a surge of new wetness around my cock.

The fantasy ends many different ways. Sometimes, after a few minutes, I grunt out a warning, and you quickly twist around, dropping to your knees in front of me. You suck me off, eagerly tasting your own cream on my shaft until I cum in your mouth.

Other times, you warn me not to cum inside you, so I pull out at the last second, my cum shooting up your back, and running down your ass. You always seem startled (but pleased) at the feel of my hot cum on your skin.

Most times, however, I just keep fucking you until I cum inside you. Sometimes you start rubbing your clit again when I come, other times you just moan happily when you feel my cock pulsing inside you.

This idea, of sneaking in and filling you up just as you begin to orgasm is a frequent fantasy of mine. I have imagined you cumming in every way imaginable, but almost always because I slipped my cock inside you at just the right moment, and that idea turns me on incredibly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go fantasize about you one more time.

Cumming in the Dressing Room

While no one was looking, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dressing room with her. We were at one of the more upscale clothing stores at the mall, where the dressing rooms are in a little hallway, and have full-length doors. We weren’t exactly isolated, but no one could see us, and if we were quiet, probably no one would bother us. I had been following her around the mall all morning, and I had been getting pretty bored, but as she pushed me against the wall and kissed me, I realized that she had really just been looking for the right dressing room.

“You’re crafty,” I whispered, and in reply she told me to sit down and watch. I sat down on the bench, and she hung up the clothes she had grabbed to get us into the dressing room. Then she turned around and started slowly gyrating while she started undressing. She was wearing a blue button-up shirt that snugly fit around her c-cup breasts. Her tan skirt was flared at the bottom and came to just above her knees, and she was wearing her boots with the big heels that brought her almost to my height.

Unbuttoning her shirt all the way, she slipped it off, leaving her standing in a thin white tank-top, through which I could clearly see her bra. It was also white, mostly satin with some decorative lace bits on the straps. She turned around to hang up her shirt, and I admired the way her hips swayed back and forth in the skirt.

As she turned back around, she ran her hands up her sides to squeeze her breasts, grinning at me as she danced. She did a slow spin in place as she pulled the tank top up over her head, and I looked her up and down. Dropping the tank top to the floor, she cupped her tits again, this time biting her lip slightly as she slipped one hand inside her bra to tease her nipple.

I moved to stand up, and she shook her head, and then slowly, deliberately undid the buttons of her skirt. As it opened, I could see she was wearing a pair of panties that matched her bra. When she turned around and slipped her skirt off, I could see it was a thong. I reached down and rubbed my stiffening cock through my jeans. This was starting to turn me on.

Hanging her skirt on the hook with her shirt, she turned back to face me and smiled when she saw what I was doing. Wearing just her boots, bra and thong, she stepped forward and leaned down to kiss me deeply. Her hands reached for the bottom of my shirt, and then pulled it over my head. When she bent over to unbutton my pants, I kicked my shoes off, and helped her slide my pants down around my ankles, so I could kick them off too.

As she straightened up, she lightly ran her hand along my cock, straining against my boxers, and then stepped back, resuming her slow gyrations. I could see her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her bra. As she turned away from me again, I stared at her ass while I quickly peeled my socks off.

Still facing away from me, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra, which she slipped off and let fall to the floor. Turning back, she had her hands covering her breasts, squeezing and massaging them lightly. Then she ran her hands up into her hair, and I felt my cock get harder at the sight of her dark pink nipples, erect and rising from her areola, crinkled and contracted to the size of a quarter.

As she watched, I pulled my boxers down, and started slowly stroking my cock. She looked pleased, and quickly bent over, wrapping her lips around my head. The feel of her tongue on my skin and the sight of her breasts hanging free caused my erection to swell, and she moaned quietly in response.

With one final swirl of her tongue, apparently satisfied that I was hard enough, she stood up again. Turning away from me, she began sliding her thong down with exaggerated slowness. Bending over as she went, making sure I had a clear view of her ass and pussy. She was ready for me. Her lips were parted slightly, and I could see that she was soaking wet.

Before she could step out of her underwear, I stood up, still stroking my cock with one hand. I grabbed her hip with the other and with one quick movement, plunged deep into her cunt.

I heard a startled intake of breath from her, and then she grabbed her ankles and rocked back, pushing me deeper inside. I squeezed her hips, and holding her tightly, started fucking her in the dressing room.

Bent over like that, her pussy was tight around me, so it was hard to stay quiet. Judging from her ragged breathing, it wasn’t easy for her either, but other than a muffled squeak or moan every now and then, the only sound was a quiet slurping.

After a few minutes, she let go of her ankles and turned around to lean against the bench. I swiveled with her, and resumed fucking her right away. Looking down, I could see some of her pussy cream around the base of my shaft, which turned me on even more. Looking in the mirror, I could see her tits sway back and forth with each thrust. Her head was hanging down, her lips open, breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her body.

She was tightly gripping the bench with one hand, but was reaching up between her legs with the other hand to rub her clit. Her breathing sped up, and I tried to match my speed to her hand, which I could feel tickling my balls. I could feel my orgasm building, and I was hoping she was getting close when all of a sudden I felt her body tense. I looked in the mirror, and her eyes were wide open, staring right at me. I felt her pussy clench slightly around me, and she broke her silence to whisper my name.

That was all it took to push me over the edge, and then I was holding her tightly, pressed as deeply into her as I could. Just as her pussy stopped twitching, my cock started spasming, pumping my cum into her. My whole body shook with each spurt, and as the orgasm faded, I ran my hand up her back.

She slowly straightened, and turned to face me. I wrapped my arms around her, and we kissed desperately, pressing our bodies together. After a few moments, I sat back down on the bench to catch my breath, and I watched as she carefully got dressed again. After a minute I got dressed, too, but when we were done, there was still one article of clothing lying on the floor. Picking it up, I saw it was her thong. She grabbed it and put it in her purse, and whispered in my ear that she was going without panties so she could walk through the mall and enjoy the feeling of our cum all over her pussy and thighs. The fact that no one would know about the mess just under her skirt would turn her on even more, so she warned me I better be ready to fuck her again when we got home.