Temper: Road Roses MC

by Ada Stone

  The saleswoman smiled at her. “Of course Miss—er, I mean, Lia. Is there anything I can help you with today?”

  Lia nodded. “Yes. I need to pick up a few things for a little vacation I’m taking. I was in a hurry and didn’t really pack appropriately, so I thought I would just get a few more things.”

  The woman’s smile never faded. “Of course. Shall I bring some things to the fitting room for you?”

  Lia nodded, then before the woman could scurry off, she put a hand on her arm and said, “I was thinking jeans? Maybe something in black? And some shirts. Whatever you think is appropriate.” Her eyes darted to me, then back to the woman. “I’ll need some lingerie, too.”

  The woman nodded eagerly, looking pleased rather than frazzled to be collecting so many items for Lia. I thought this was weird, but then I’d never worked in this type of a retail store. In my line of work, you came in and you browsed, then you paid me to carve a design in your skin with a needle and some ink. Not exactly the same kind of store.

  “Let’s go to the dressing rooms. She’ll bring some stuff over for me in just a minute.”

  I shrugged and followed Lia as she led the way to the back where the dressing rooms were. Which told me that she had probably been here before. I frowned, considering that. Did that mean that the sales woman back there knew her? And if that was the case, what had that whole thing been about in the first place?

  When we got to the rooms and Lia picked a large one with three mirrors in it and a bench seat, I remembered why I’d decided this was such a good idea. I saw her three mirrored images as she examined herself in them, checking out her rear and adjusting the way her breasts were squeezed into her bra.

  I felt my cock grow in my jeans, but tried to keep my desire tempered. There wouldn’t be any point in going in there with her now; she didn’t have anything to try on.

  It didn’t take long for the sales woman to come over to us. Her arms were full over different articles of clothing, mostly in dark colors, though I saw a few bright reds, something gold, and a blue color in there, too. I noticed several bras and panties in the same colors dangling from the woman’s long fingers. She brought them all to Lia’s dressing room.

  “I think you’ll really enjoy these. I brought in some of our newest jeans and you’ll really enjoy the silky quality of our blouses,” the woman gushed proudly, hanging them up on the hooks in the dressing room.

  Lia quickly examined a couple of them and smiled at the woman. “These look wonderful. Thank you. I’ll give you a call if I need anything else.”

  Effectively dismissed, the woman agreed and left the two of us alone, but not without giving me the stink eye. Although she seemed fond of Lia, she didn’t seem to care for me all that much. I smirked as she left. She wouldn’t be the first woman who didn’t care for me because of the way I looked. I had bad boy written all over me, and the tattoo on my bicep emphasized that for anyone who happened to not be paying attention.

  “I’m going to try some of these on, see what works,” Lia informed me, then closed the curtain that served as a door for her dressing room.

  A lazy smile slid across my face. “Sure. Just be sure to show me when you find something you like.”

  “I will.”

  She tried on things for a few minutes, muttering to herself every now and again, before she finally found something she liked enough to show me.

  “What do you think?” she asked, sliding back the curtain to show me. She had wiggled into a tight pair of black jeans that stretched perfectly across her full hips and tapered down her shapely legs. She was barefoot, her toenails painted a bright red color that spoke of sin and desire. Her top was a silky blouse that was a deep maroon color, almost like it had been dunked in blood.

  I pretended to consider it, though honestly I liked it. Anything that hugged her curves like that was enough to sell me on it. But I pretended to think about it like I wasn’t sure. “Turn around,” I told her, swirling my finger around to emphasize my point.

  She grinned at me and did as I asked, slowly turning around so that I could see how those jeans clutched at her full, round ass, and how the back of that shirt was sheer enough for me to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra with it.

  Oh, yes, definitely sold on those two items.

  I felt my member grow hard beneath my pants, straining at the crotch of them already. I was trying to come up with a good plan to get myself into that dressing room so that I could show her how fucking sexy she looked when I was buried in her.

  I adjusted myself as subtly as I could as she came full circle. The smile on her full lips told me that she had seen me do it, but she didn’t comment. All she said was, “Well?”

  I cleared my throat. “It’s good. I like it. You should keep those.”

  She let out a soft laugh and nodded in agreement. “I will.” Then she disappeared back behind the curtain, leaving me aching and imagining her wiggling out of those skintight jeans.

  I thought about going in there to join her. I thought about helping her out of those tight jeans and bending her over, maybe putting her hands against a mirror and sliding inside of her. It was enough to drive me crazy and I nearly didn’t, but a second later I was glad I hadn’t. She announced she had something else she wanted to show me.

  Taking in a deep breath, I settled back in the cushy red velvet chair provided to those in the waiting room. “Alright. C’mon out,” I said to her, waiting for the next teasing bit of fabric to push me over the edge.

  I heard something that might have been a giggle. “Actually, I think you’d better come in here to see it.”

  I froze. Had I heard her right? Does it matter? Standing, I adjusted myself again and went over to the curtain. I pulled it back and saw immediately why she’d asked me to come to her. Her body was an expanse of smooth, creamy skin. It was unblemished and perfect the way only a beautiful woman’s can be. Her tiny waist created an hourglass figure that dipped together at the middle then flared out to form full, curving hips that tapered down into perfect, long, shapely legs. And her top was just as perfect. Her breasts were large, round and perky. And they happened to be encased in a black bra that had only a silver dollar size of solid fabric placed strategically where I had to assume her nipples were. The rest of the material was a sheer, embroidered lace that cupped and held her breasts together easily, pushing them together to force a perfect line of cleavage and that nice little curve over the top of each tit.

  Her pussy was covered much the same way. There was a little solid strip of black fabric that was only a triangle covering her opening, while the rest was a spider web of curling, delicate lace. I could see her soft flesh beneath it and noticed that the fabric had partially disappeared between her lips, showing the edges of them.

  “What do you think?” she asked in an innocent, delicate tone. She began to turn just as she’d done for me outside in her skintight jeans. “Do you like it? Or should I try another set?” She kept slowly turning as she spoke, showing me her smooth hips and the slender expanse of her back. She tossed her hair over her shoulder so that I could see the lace of her bra traveling across her back, leaving most of it exposed. And her ass.

  People would start wars over that ass.

  The pair of panties she had on turned out to be a thong. The lace curled around her back, low on her hips, and formed another maddening triangle that was poised just above the line of her ass. More lace disappeared between her full, perky cheeks and I thought I could probably come just looking at her like that.

  My cock strained against my jeans, begging to come out and dive between those long, long legs. I considered resisting, then I caught the look in her eyes reflected back at me in one of the mirrors. She was looking at me like I was a meal, wonton desire shining in her bright blue eyes.

  I stepped closer to her, my hands going to her hips. I slipped my thumb beneath the waistband of that thong and slid them along the edge towards the front. I heard her breath catch and felt her body tr
emble beneath my touch.

  Moving closer, I let my hands slide around the front of her, touching that silky skin and moving down so that my hands were between her smooth thighs. I pressed against her backside, making my hardness known, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “I think you should try another set.”

  Her eyes met mine in the mirror, confused for a moment. “You don’t like these?”

  I grinned at her, then winked. “How am I supposed to decide without options?”

  She laughed a little at that, the sound breathy. Putting her hands over mine to slow the rolling movements of my thumbs, she pulled away from me. “Alright, then.” She turned around so that her front was facing mine, her breasts just barely grazing my chest. I had half a mind to shove her against the mirror right then and there and dive into her, these games be damned, but then she smiled at me wickedly. Her hand went to my chest, palm flat, and she pushed a little. I let her shove me back.

  “Sit,” she commanded, and I did so, taking a seat on the bench that was in the dressing area with her. She flashed me a grin before reaching around to unclasp her bra.

  My aching cock strained against the front of my jeans, telling me that I was a masochist, but it was the best kind of torture I could think of. I watched as she loosed her bra, then pulled the straps down her arms. I watched her chest as the lacy fabric revealed more and more of her soft skin. When those little petals of solid fabric slipped away, I saw her nipples pop out, already peaked. They were that dusky pink color that I liked so damn much and the urge to pop one into my mouth was strong.

  I resisted, only because I was thoroughly enjoying the show.

  After her bra dropped, revealing those two perfect, perky orbs of flesh, her hands moved down her slender waist to her full hips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong, just as I had, and began to tug them loose. She got about an inch down her hips before she stopped. I glanced up at her quickly, groaning at the idea that she would stop at a time like this.

  She was staring at me innocently, like she wasn’t getting naked for me in a clothing store dressing room with that damn sales woman running around somewhere looking for more things for her to try on.

  “Oops,” she told me, grinning sweetly at me. “I forgot. You like to see me bend over, right?”

  I groaned again, my erection pulsing with the desperate need to be freed—and to be buried as deep into her tight little pussy as humanly possible. I ran a hand raggedly through my hair, watching as she turned slowly around so that her perfect, perky ass was poised at eye level for me. She began to pull her panties down again.

  Unable to handle it, I popped open the button on my jeans and yanked down the zipper. I reached into my pants and pulled out my thick member, an aching sort of relief flooding me. It wasn’t as good as being buried between her legs, but at least stroking my cock gave me something.

  I continued to watch her and caught her eyes in the mirror. They glanced down at my cock wrapped up in my own hand and I thought I saw her lick her lips. That sent a jolt of desire through me.

  She continued to pull down her panties until that little strip of fabric caught between her two perfectly round cheeks slipped down completely. Then she let the scrap of lacy material fall to her feet.

  “You want red this time?” she asked me in a sultry voice, still bent over. I could see her breasts hanging free in the reflection of the mirror and wanted her to move again if only to see them bounce.

  I grunted. “Red would be good,” I managed to get out, giving my cock another stroke.

  She grinned at me, then straightened up, turning so that she could reach for another set of lingerie hanging on a hook. Her eyes watched my throbbing cock as I pumped it while she put on the panties first. They slipped up her legs, her thighs, and once again a tiny strip of fabric slipped between her lovely cheeks. She was about to pull on the bra when I decided that I just couldn’t take any more of this. I didn’t care how fucking hot it was, I needed to be inside her. Now.

  Standing, I went to her. I jerked the bra out of her hands and tossed it over my shoulder. “I like it. Now take it off,” I growled at her.

  She shuddered at the command, but I didn’t wait for her to obey. Instead, I found the waistband of her panties and jerked them down. I watched her reflection in the mirror as that tiny triangle of material slipped down her thighs, exposing that smooth core of hers. Her pussy lips were glistening with moisture and I knew that she’d been driving herself crazy too.

  She needs to be fucked, I thought. I could see the need and desire shining in her eyes.

  “Looks like you’re ready for me, baby,” I murmured in her ear. I pushed her forward slightly so that her hands went to the mirror to brace herself against it as her back arched and her butt jutted out slightly. “That’s it,” I groaned. I pulled her cheeks apart slightly so that I could slide my cock between them. I slid it the length of her, moving from her sweet ass down to the front of her. As soon as the bare skin of my cock felt her hot lips, I could feel the dripping moisture coating them.

  She let out a little mewling sound that was soft enough that I hoped she wouldn’t be heard by anyone in the store. Or hell, I don’t care who hears it anymore, I thought, rubbing the head of my dick along her moist folds.

  Settling between her, I glanced once at the curtain, just to make sure, then I shoved myself as deep in her as I could until I collided with the back of her, bottoming out inside. She screamed and I clamped a hand over her mouth to stop it. But we didn’t stop and I didn’t pull out. Instead, she wiggled against my crotch, shifting how I was angled inside of her.

  I was about to start pulling out so that I could really fuck her when we heard the voice of the sales lady through the curtain. “Is everything alright?” she asked, concerned.

  Lia, trembling and half lost to lust, looked like she wasn’t going to be able to answer for a minute. I silently cursed, trying to come up with something viable to tell the lady that wouldn’t get us fucking arrested. But then Lia took a deep breath and in her calmest voice said, “I’m fine. I thought I saw a spider, but it was only the lace of my…my panties.” She stumbled only once, her body convulsing on its own around my length.

  There was a pause, then, “Are you sure? Should I—”

  “I’m sure,” Lia said hurriedly. “I’m fine. But I’m in between clothes, so please don’t come in. I would be incredibly embarrassed.”

  “Of course,” the lady said. There was another pause, then, “Where did your gentleman friend go?”

  I met Lia’s gaze in the mirror. She looked like she wanted to devour me whole. Licking her lips, she said, “He doesn’t really like the whole clothing shopping thing.” I pushed myself into her a little to let her know that I disagreed with that statement. She gasped, but kept her voice even as she continued, “He went to look at some of the other shops. He promised he’d be back soon.”

  The lady finally seemed appeased and told Lia to let her know if she needed anything. Then she left.

  I ground my hips against her ass, causing my dick to move as I did so. “You need to learn to be fucking quiet,” I growled at her.

  She let out a mewling sound.

  “See? No control,” I mocked. An idea occurred to me, making me grin. I gave her ass a quick smack, then pulled out of her quickly.

  She made a whimpering sound. “Don’t stop!” she begged me, sagging against the mirror, her breasts hanging down freely against it.

  I smirked at her, pleased by her blatant need for me. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m coming back.” I reached down and snatched up the thong she’d tossed on the ground. I balled it up and when I came back to her, I grinned wickedly. “This’ll help you be quiet,” I promised her right before I shoved it into her mouth.

  For a moment she looked shocked, then I shoved myself back into her pussy and when she cried out, the thong did muffle the noise. I grunted at being completely sheathed inside of her, and felt even more aroused by the sight of her ag
ainst that mirror, her mouth filled with a pair of panties that I quickly decided would be hers. I’d buy them today if only to put them in her mouth again.

  If I thought this was going to be a long fucking, I had another thing coming. She’d worked me up so badly that I quickly realized it was going to be fast. Which was probably for the best given that we were in a dressing room.

  “God, you’re fucking tight!” I said in a strained voice as I began to quickly thrust my cock in and out of her swiftly. I was aching, on the verge of exploding. Knowing that I wanted to make it good for her as well, I reached around her front and slid my hand between her legs until I found that sweet spot just above her opening. As soon as I ran a finger over the little nub there, she gasped around the panties in her mouth. I found a rhythm with my finger that matched my thrusting and soon I could tell that we were both near the edge.

  With my left hand, I held tightly onto her hip as I thrust into her again and again. Her tight walls began to clench around me and I realized that she was there. Which was good, because I was right behind her.