by Anya Aurelie
Jenna was happy to comply. Slowly, she turned, wanting him to take in all of her, and walked with her hips wiggling and ass sashaying side to side, away from him down the aisle in the food court. She could almost feel his eyes on her ass. When she got to the end, before she turned she pretended like she had dropped something. Keeping her legs straight, she bent at the waist as though to pick it up. Her short dress rode up behind her, and she knew her lacy black underwear was exposed to him — and to anyone else who wanted to look. She knew he could see the curve of her ass, only half of which was covered by the black lace of her panties. She knew he could see the thin strip of fabric covering her pussy, the place where her legs came together.
It turned her on to know that he was watching. When she stood back up, she turned and walked back toward him, purposely making her breasts jiggle and bounce with every step. His eyes never left her body, roaming over her chest and down to her legs, back up to her hips, then to her waist. She loved feeling like an object, loved feeling his eyes roaming over her body as though she were a meal he was about to devour.
When she got back to him, he said approvingly, “Okay, you will do nicely."
She smiled at him. “You will do nicely as well," she said. To her surprise, he stood up. She had expected him to instruct her to sit at a table nearby to begin to expose her body, but instead he said, “Follow me."
She walked beside him to the American Eagle next door to the food court. "We're going to play dress-up," he said.
This was not what she had expected at all. Was his kink to have women try on clothes? If so, she was fine with it, but it seemed a bit unorthodox. To each his own. He handed her a stack of clothes that he chose for her as they walked around the store, and then she started to take them into the dressing room. He followed her in. Aha, she thought, so this was his game. He didn't just want her to dress up, he wanted to watch her get naked.
She was happy to oblige. She peeled off her tight dark olive dress, and his eyes never left her skin. Her lace panties were exposed as she pulled the dress upward, and then the black lacy bra. She pulled one of the shirts that he'd given her down over her head, then wiggled into the jeans that he had also provided.
"Very nice," he said, never taking his eyes off her. He looked serious, sitting there with his arms crossed over his chest.
She took off the clothes, and put on the next set that he indicated. The shirt was very, very tight. It was also a bit low cut, then she would never be one to complain about that. Her tits looked amazing in the tight, low fabric, and she wiggled around, taking in various views in the mirror. She could tell he thought so too.
By this point, she wanted to touch him — badly. His stern demeanor and those sexy crossed arms were seriously turning her on, and she could feel her panties getting moist. But he did not make any movement to touch her, and it was his session, so she got to decide.
They moved out of the American Eagle, and he led her to Hot Topic. They walked around the small store together, weaving in and out of the goth teenagers in their black makeup, and getting some stares. They looked very out of place, her in her dress and high heels, looking more like she was about to go to a ball than a goth store, and him in an expensive button-up shirt.
“Will you help me get this down?” he asked her, pointing to a shirt on a high shelf. He was taller than she was, but she smiled slyly at him and reached up as high as she could. She stood on her tiptoes in the heels, feeling the dress rising on her ass. It was just like she had imagined. She grabbed the shirt with her fingertips and pulled it down for him, but he brushed it off, never quitting staring at her ass.
“That was very nice,” he said. “But you know what would make it better?”
She looked at him, waiting.
A couple of older men in the store, who were probably there shopping for their kids, were staring at them. She guessed that they had seen her exposed ass, and the thought turned her on further.
“You need to take your underwear off.”
“Right here?” she asked.
“Right here.”
This was getting kinky. Looking around to make sure the clerk wasn’t watching her — and that the two strangers were — she reached under her dress and slipped the lace panties down. The men repositioned themselves for a closer look. She bent down to pick her panties up, and purposely exposed her naked ass to him. She hoped he would slap it, maybe even touch her bare pussy, but he didn’t.
“All right, now I need you to get down this pair of jeans,” he commanded. He pointed again to a high shelf. The black jeans were obviously not his size — or his style. But she again stood on her tiptoes and tried to reach them. Her dress rode up, and she could feel eyes on her nakedness. Her knew the whole bottom half of her ass was exposed to anyone who happened to walk by. Her pussy was really wet now.
Pulling down the jeans, she again handed them to him and he again dismissed them.
“You can set them down.” A small crowd had gathered to watch her, and she felt herself blush in pride.
“It’s getting too crowded in here,” he decided. “Let’s go. Put your panties back on.” She did, and in the process exposed her wet cunt to both Brian and the watching men gathered around them. She obediently followed him out of Hot Topic and down the hall to the Victoria's Secret. Now things were going to get interesting. They walked in, and around them everything was pink.
"What size are you?" He demanded, staring at her massive tits. She felt her nipples harden. “34DD,” she said.
"Very nice," he said. Again, they walked around the store and he chose the bras that he thought would look good on her. When it came time to try them on, she expected one of the sales girls to object. They didn't, though. Jenna and Brian walked into the dressing room. She again began to get naked, peeling the green dress up and over her curves for the second time that day. He sat on a stool in the corner, watching her, taking in every movement she made.
When it came time to unhooking her bra, she wondered if he would lend a hand. Still, though, he sat and only watched. She unhooked the clasps, slid the straps down her shoulders, and wiggled out of the bra. Her breasts bounced back onto her chest, naked. He stared at them, not attempting to hide his lust. She stood there in only her black lace panties, and waited as he looked her up and down, before he finally indicated that she could go ahead with trying on the bras. One by one, she slipped into the new bras that he had chosen for her. Some fit very snuggly, some she popped out of, some she liked, and some she disliked. All, however, made her feel very sexy.
He seemed to like them too.
Then it was time for the stack of underwear. She felt slightly self-conscious, which surprised her. She had been doing this for a year now, and didn't often feel self-conscious with client — especially one she had already exposed herself too. This was just different enough, though, from any of request a client had made, that it felt exciting and a little bit dangerous.
She hooked her thumbs under the band of her underwear, and slowly slid the panties down her thighs. He watched her with rapt attention, and she inched the fabric slowly, teasingly. She felt her heart rate increase as she exposed herself to him.
"Beautiful," he said. "Let me see more of you." She stretched and moved her body seductively in the small dressing room, nearly touching him as she reached out. She was careful to avoid touching him, however, as it needed to be him who initiated the first touch, if it all.
Jenna turned around, letting him examine her naked ass, then back around, and jiggled her boobs in his face, making sure to keep a couple of inches between her breasts and his skin. Her nipples were hard, and she was enjoying this very much. His eyes wound up and down her body. "I still want to see more of you," he said. "Let me see that tight little pussy."
She put one foot, still in her high heels, up on the stool where he was sitting, so close to his ass that she could have wiggled her toe and fondled him, but making sure not to touch him. Then she faced him, reach down with her fingers,
and spread herself open to show herself to him. Her fingers were instantly soaked, and she realized just how turned on she was. He was controlling her without touching her at all.
But that all was about to change. He still held the drink in one hand, and in the other the vanilla ice cream cone. Periodically, the cone would drip, and he would lick the luscious creamy drips as they fell down the side of the cone. Now, he reached out with the ice cream, and touched just the very tip of her nipple. It was cold, and make her jump. It was unexpected. She giggled.
"Do you like that?" he said.
"I do," she said.
Then without warning, he leaned forward and licked the sweet cream off her nipple. It felt so good that she moaned with pleasure, surprised when she heard her own voice. He reached out with the cone again, and touched it to her other nipple, drawing a circle that encompassed her whole areola. Though she was expecting it this time, it still gave her a start. She ached to feel his tongue again on her tits.
He leaned forward again and licked the cream off that tit now too, licking around and around her nipple before zeroing in on it and sucking the cream off. He then drew a line with the ice cream between her breasts down to her bellybutton. She could feel it melting against her skin, and dripping down toward her cunt, which itself was dripping. She waited, expectant, for him to lick it off, but instead he sat back and stared at her intently. The cool of the ice cream was fading, and she waited, wondering what he was going to do next.
What he did next was reach out with the cone again, leaving her belly sticky with the cream, this time shoving the ice cream into her mouth. The cold, sweet cream was delicious. Just as abruptly, he pulled it out of her mouth, and demanded that she kiss him. She felt herself tingle in anticipation. She had not expected any touching at all in this encounter, and was delighted to learn there would be.
She leaned over him, cunt still exposed with her leg up on the stool beside him, and kissed him deeply, feeding him the ice cream from her own mouth. He began to fondle her breast with one hand, and at just that moment there was a sharp knock on the dressing room door. "Everything okay in there?" the attendant’s voice asked.
She started, having been lost in the moment. "Yes, fine!” she called back. She wondered if they had made some sound she had not been aware of.
When she spoke, he reached out and shoved one finger deep inside her wet pussy. His finger had no resistance in her wetness, and she had a hard time maintaining her voice when he fingered her. It felt so good. From the inside, he massaged her G spot, then pulled out and rubbed her clit.
"You like that?"
Her face contorted in ecstasy, and she managed to groan, “Yes, I love it."
When she said that, rather than continuing to pleasure her, he removed his finger from her entirely, then slapped her pussy, and she felt it sting in pleasure. When she looked down, she could see through his pants that his erection was bulging. She wanted to grab it, but knew that with this man it was probably better to wait until he told her to. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was wet, and her whole body ached for him. She would have gotten down on all fours right here in Victoria's Secret changing room if he had wanted her to. She was ready. She wanted to be taken.
Instead, he licked the drying line of ice cream from between her breasts down to her bellybutton. Then he slid her foot off the stool, and she stood up straight again, closing her legs. She waited for instruction.
"Get dressed," he told her gruffly.
She wondered where they were going now. Surely he wouldn't leave her like this, lusty and wanting more?
She got dressed, and he led her out of the dressing room. "None of them worked," he told the attendant, who glared at them as they left. He led her, more quickly now, back to the food court. They walked past the rows of fast food restaurants, past the seats where people were eating, into the back, where the restrooms were. She looked at him quizzically. He didn't say anything. The family restroom, the one that locked rather than having individual stalls like the men's and women's rooms did, was occupied. He stood with her out in the hallway and waited. Now she had an idea where this was going.
When people finally emerged from the restroom, he led her by the hand, still holding his melting ice cream cone in one hand and the paper cupful of soda in the other. Locking the door behind them, he set the soda down on the sink. Surprisingly, the restroom had no smell at all.
"Now," he said, "get naked for me." She wondered how long they had before someone called the security guard. Surely someone would notice that the restroom had been occupied for more than a few minutes. Surely someone would hear their cries if they started fucking in this public restroom in the middle of the mall.
But she did as she was told. She pulled off her dress, unclasped her lacy bra while he watched for the third time, still not participating, and then stepped slowly out of her black lace panties, standing fully naked in front of him. He watched her approvingly as she stripped.
Finally, he began to strip too. She felt her pulse quicken. He was so gorgeous, and she couldn't wait to see him naked. He unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled off his undershirt, revealing abs and chest even fitter than she had expected. He had an amazing six-pack, and didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on him. Then he undid his belt, slowly unzipped the zipper of his pants, and pulled them down over chiseled, strong legs. His boxers were silky, and these he left on for the time being.
He approached her, pinning her quickly against the wall. She felt his weight on him, and then his tongue was on her mouth. His hand roughly grabbed her tits, naked and sticky, and with the other hand, the one in which he still held the now almost destroyed ice cream cone, he rubbed the ice cream messily all over both of her tits. They hardened even more with the cold.
Still pinning her to the wall, he leaned down over her tits and lick them clean. She loved the feeling of his tongue on her breasts. He reached in between her legs, and again began stroking her clit. She wanted him so badly.
There was a knock at the door. "Just a minute!” he called.
"Please," she begged him. "I want to feel your cock." She had been trying to hold off and let him make the decisions, but she couldn’t wait anymore. She needed to feel him.
He smiled at her. "Okay," he said. "I think you've earned it."
Gratefully, she reached down and rubbed the massive, hard cock in his boxers. It felt amazing in her hands. She stroked him through the silk of his shorts, and he thrust into her hands.
Then, she pulled his boxers down, and grabbed his cock, bare, with her hand. It was so big. She loved it the width and girth.
Grabbing her hair, he commanded, “Suck it."
Obligingly, she got down on her knees in the restroom and took his cock into her mouth. She gratefully licked and sucked up and down the shaft, then sucked on his balls. He groaned in pleasure.
"You're such a good little slut," he said. She worked his cock, something she knew she did well, and watched him for signs that he wanted anything different from what she was doing. He seemed very pleased. She grabbed her hair again, pushing her head into his groin. He thrust his cock down her throat, and she gagged on it.
Suddenly, she pulled her mouth off of him. Then he took the hand that had the ice cream cone, and ran a line down his dick from his body all the way to the tip of his shaft.
"Eat it off me," he demanded.
She happily licked up the line of cream, starting at his stomach, then sucked the tip of his cock, slowly taking all of it into her mouth again. The ice cream tasted so good mixed with the juices from his cock.
"Thank you for cleaning me up," he said.
Then he pulled her up to her feet. "Lean against the wall,” he told her, and she stood spread-eagle as he instructed, and she felt his eyes looking her up and down. He began to massage her clit again, and his fingers dripped with moisture.
He shoved his boxers down, stepped forward, and finally penetrated her from behind. She felt his cock go inside of her, deep inside her cu
nt, and she loved the feeling of it. This was an amazing encounter. She had been waiting for so long for him to do this, and was grateful that he finally had.