Pinky Surprise

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.

At the Movies

We’re at the movies, but neither one of us is paying any attention to what’s happening on screen. The movie is a few weeks old, and there are maybe 15 other people in the theater, and none of them are sitting anywhere near us. The lights have been out for 20 minutes, and she’s whispering filthy things in my ear.

She’s wearing her work clothes, since we met here right after she got off. Her dress shirt is unbuttoned almost down to her navel, and she’s undoing her pants right now. The armrest between us is up, and we’re sitting very close together. I have one arm wrapped around her waist, and my other hand is inside her bra.

She’s telling me that she’s been thinking about me all day, and the more she thought about me, the hotter she got. She tells me about crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together during a long meeting. She tells me that she was (and is) dripping wet.

As she tells me this, I am squeezing her breast and slowly pinching her nipple. I feel her lips brush against my ear as she whispers, and I feel an answering surge of lust from my own groin. I slide my hand back, rubbing her hardening nipple against my palm, and she shifts her hips to press against me as she moans appreciatively.

She tells me that she shaved her legs and trimmed her bush last night, knowing she would see me today. She says she wore her favorite bra, the one that pushes her tits together and gives her great cleavage, just for me. She tells me that when she went to the bathroom before the movie started, she found out that she had already creamed in her panties.

I ask her to prove it, and she immediately leans back and slides one hand down her belly, and into her unbuttoned pants. She licks my ear, and then reaches her hand up, slipping her middle finger into my mouth. I eagerly suck on it, tasting the promised pussy cream. It is thick on her finger, and the taste is a hard-to-describe mixture of salty, musky, and feminine… and really turns me on.

With one leg hooked over my own, she reaches back into her pants and tells me that she’s lightly stroking her clit. She tells me about how she masturbates almost every night to fall asleep, climbing into bed, wearing a thin tank top and her panties. She says she likes to lay on her stomach, with one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, only occasionally slipping inside her pussy to bring her wetness out. She tells me how sometimes, as her orgasm is building, she imagines she’s sucking on a cock, and will slide two fingers into her mouth, desperately licking and sucking on them as she cums.

She’s starting to breathe heavily in my ear while she tells me that she likes to get fucked from behind, kneeling on her bed, with the guy standing behind her. She tells me her bed is exactly the right height for this — how she can rock backwards, feeling the guy’s cock deep inside her pussy, and then after he cums (either in her, or across her back), she can collapse forward, and put pressure on her clit to recover. She says she loves the feeling when the guy’s cum slips out of her, and onto her fingers, hot and sticky.

I can tell she’s getting close when she tells me that for the past few nights, her fantasy has been about me, her newest lover, fucking her ass. She says she wants to lay on her back, with a pillow under her butt and her legs hooked over my shoulders, so she can see my face as my cock slides into her. She wants to use her vibrator on her clit and cum while I’m fucking her.

Sensing my cue, I slide my hand down from her hip and into her panties. She leans forward and sits up just enough that I can slip my hand under her, and then she’s leaning back again. My hand is between her cheeks, and my middle finger is just resting on the opening of her pussy. I can feel her other hand moving in small, quick circles on her clit, and I move my finger in time, gently teasing her and getting wet before I slide back and find her ass.

She is ready, and my finger easily slides in up to the second joint. She inhales suddenly, and freezes for a moment, and then she’s moving again, pressing up against me, fingers flying on her clit, hips rolling in a lazy circle, and begging me to make her cum. She’s whispering so fast and intently in my ear, that all the words run into one another, “ohgodmakemecummakemecumcumcumfuckmepleasefuckmyassandmakemecum…”

I start moving my finger. Due to our position, I can’t really slide in and out of her ass, but I do my best, pushing deep into her and then pulling back to put more pressure at the top, and then pushing forward, rubbing against the bottom, knowing she can feel it in her cunt.

It doesn’t take long. Within a few seconds, I hear her breath catch in her throat, and she leans heavily against me, her head on my shoulder, rocking slightly as her orgasm rolls over her. I can feel her ass squeeze my finger, and hold steady, providing solid pressure for her body to react to. As it dissipates, and her breath returns to normal, I kiss her deeply and slip my finger out. She wimpers slightly and before we’re done kissing, I can feel her hand sliding up my thigh. The movie’s not over yet…

Morning Wood

She gasped when I brushed my hand over her nipple — As much from surprise as from pleasure, I think. We were both half-asleep, lounging in bed. She was an old friend from high school, visiting home for the weekend from her out-of-state college. We were planning to spend the day together, but she had shown up around 7am after her train got in, and I normally didn’t get up until noon on the weekends.

In high school, we had been pretty close, even though we never dated, and we had even slept in the same bed a few times before at all-night parties. So when I suggested we climb back into bed for a few hours, she didn’t seem to mind. She took off her sweater and corduroy pants and climbed under the blankets with me. She snuggled up against me for warmth, lying with her back to me, and my arm around her middle. I was wearing boxers, and she was just wearing her underwear and a thin tank top.

For a few hours, we did just sleep, but over time I became increasingly aware of her body. She was about the same height as me, just a little bit shorter, and very skinny with small boobs. I remembered in high school she didn’t even wear a bra most of the time. I remembered one time when I caught a peek down her shirt as she bent over in front of me in a loose-fitting shirt, and I could clearly see her nipple. Thinking about that, and with her body pressed up against me, I started to get hard.

I’m not sure if she could tell. It seemed pretty obvious to me, my erection pressed into her ass, between the swell of her cheeks. I tried not to move at all, afraid she would suddenly notice. So far, she hadn’t reacted at all, and her breathing was still deep and even.

Eventually, it was too much for me. I lightly ran my hand up her chest, brushing my fingers over her nipple. I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I would get, but the sudden intake of breath was followed by a slow exhale. Figuring that sounded like a positive reaction, I kept moving my hand up and wrapped it over her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. She responded by leaning back into me, putting more pressure on my cock.

Feeling more bold, I slid my hand back down her chest, teasing her nipple again. This time her reaction left me no doubt. She moaned softly, and reached up to grab my hand, cupping her breast. Pressing my hand firmly against her chest, I could feel her hardening nipple pressing against my palm through her shirt.

I pressed my hips forward, and she responded by grinding against me. My cotton boxers slid smoothly against her satin panties, and the feeling of my cock slipping up and down between her ass cheeks was turning me on even more.

I slid my hand out from beneath hers, giving her nipple one more tweak before I slid my hand down. Her tank top ended a few inches above her panties, and her skin was hot. I ran my hand along her hip, and then slipped my fingers under the elastic. Her breath quickened as I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, and she spread her legs slightly to let me reach further. Moving past her bush, I found she was already wet.

Her lips were already slick and my finger slid easily between them as she continued to grind against me. She moved her hips forward, stroking down my cock, and slipping my finger deep between her lips, teasing her opening, and then moved backwards, stroking back up my shaft, and sliding my finger up to her clit.

She moaned lightly and reached back to grab my head, pulling me forward where I started kissing her neck. I started moving with her, humping her ass while she rubbed her clit against my fingers. I had two of them now slipping between her lips, stroking along the smooth path to her pussy, rubbing her wetness all over.

She shivered and then pulled away from me slightly so she could slip her panties off. Quickly, I pulled my boxers off as well, and then we were pressed together again. One hand was under her body, touching her hip, and with the other I reached up and squeezed one of her nipples. Meanwhile, she reached between her legs, and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy.

She worked my head back and forth a few times, slipping it between her lips until it was coated in her juice, and then she slid down the length of my shaft. She was warm and wet, and I slipped easily into her. When I was buried to the hilt, we paused for a second, and then she started grinding her hips again, just like she had been doing before, only now, every move slid my cock in and out of her pussy.

The sensation was overwhelming, and I swear I’ve never been harder. It felt like my head was swollen larger than normal, and I could feel the texture changes as I plunged in and out of her cunt. Her lips were tight around my shaft, but around my head I could feel the smooth, velvety texture of her inner walls.

I groaned into her neck and grabbed her tightly. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, and every few seconds she would reach between her legs to keep me from popping out. A few times I did, and she would run her hand down the length of my shaft before grabbing me firmly and putting me back inside her.

After a few minutes, she must have noticed my breath coming more rapidly, or felt my cock stiffen or something because suddenly she was whispering a frantic warning in my ear not to cum in her, because she wasn’t on the pill. She never stopped fucking me, she just said to tell her when I was about to cum.

It didn’t take long… A few seconds later, I gasped out a warning, and she suddenly rolled to the side, popping my cock out of her. I rolled onto my back, and reached down, figuring I would have to finish things up myself, but before I could, she had turned around and grabbed me, wrapping her lips around my head. She moaned impatiently and started swirling her tongue around while squeezing me. My initial shock passed quickly, and the sensation quickly brought me right back to the peak.

I groaned and then arched my back as I came in her mouth. She continued to make quiet little excited sounds as she sucked and ran her tongue around me. I had never cum in a girl’s mouth before, and the ongoing sensation as she sucked me off drew the orgasm out. She moaned happily as the last aftershocks hit me. I was staring at her as she let me slip out of her mouth, and she smiled as she reached up to wipe a bit of my cum from her lips.

“Well,” she said, “What are you gonna have for breakfast?”