Nikki goes cougar
written by:
Nikki B

"It all started out so innocently."

"Yes, but why would you let yourself get involved with a couple of young kids?"

"They weren't that young," I responded indignantly.

"Honey, more than a decade, at that time of your life? That's cradle snatching."

As I said, it all started out so innocently. The heat of summer can be wonderful if it's dry, with a soft breeze, maybe the scent of something pleasurable that you catch for just a moment. Flowers, perhaps. Smoke from a good cigar. A subtle hint of a favorite perfume or cologne.

That's how it was as I was walking down the sun-baked street, mid-July, mid-afternoon, a lazy day with only a few people out; everyone who should be working was, and the rest off to the beach if they were lucky, or at a game, or the park. I was taking advantage of the quietness of the stores, doing some back to school shopping. Nothing else had been on my mind, other than that slight tingle in my slightly neglected kitty, but nothing new about that.

A single grad student now, two years past thirty, with a share-time job and some teaching hours in a summer school class, my days filled just enough, my nights my own, it was a great time of my life. Old for a grad student, some would say, but I'd taken a few years off, and now my employer wanted me to go back to school, and on their dime, so how could I say no?

In the shower, the water just a hint above cool, into tepid, I lathered with lemon verbena soap, shampooed my now sun-streaked brunette hair with another slightly citrus scent, and raised my foot enough to prop it against the shower wall, my fingers spreading my silken lips as I gave a quick but careful touch-up on my seasonal baldie. I quite often have a strip or a triangle, but for the hot weather nude is much more comfortable, bald is beautiful.

It had been more than a week since I'd had sex, and as I maneuvered the razor thingie across my already nude mound I realized that I was done shaving and I was getting into playing. Not that I'm against that, quite the contrary, but I knew that if I keep going I'd be too far gone to stop, and I'd be back in bed, then calling Carl or Marie, or one of my other fuck buddies, and I didn't want to do that, not today, not right now. I had too much to do. So admitting the perv that I am, I stopped abusing my slippery slit and got out of the shower before it was too late. I knew I'd be slightly on edge now, until I got some relief, but the longer I waited the better it would be. One of my previous lovers, Dwight, had taught me that, much to my frustration, but also to my pure delight. As another tingle danced on the nerve endings of my kitty lips I hurried out to my bedroom, knowing the sooner I got some clothes on the better I'd be able to resist the temptation to tickle my fancy.

As I thought about what to wear I knew I'd choose my favorite summer thing, a soft light cotton dress, pale peach, with small embroidered coral flowers, buttoned down the front, loosely fitted at the waist, blousy in the bust, roomy at the hips, reaching well above my knees. It was the antithesis of clingy, and it was weightless and sexy; I always felt so sensual when I wore it. With wedge heeled straw sandals that were cool and defined my long tanned shapely legs, I needed nor wanted anything else on my body, at least not today; it was too hot. And I always feel so naughty when I shop commando.

The sun was wonderful on my bare arms, and with my shoulder length hair pulled up and tied, the nape of my neck was dry and warm rather than dank and hot. It was that hot. My pace was just brisk enough to make the skirt flare open to allow for a continual flow of air between my thighs, a soothing sensation on my freshly shaved and powdered lips, which I was enjoying immensely.

In the shopping bag that was slung over my shoulder were a few of the things I'd already purchased; a selection of thongs and g-strings, a few pair of wispy panties, consisting of boy shorts and low rider bikinis, and several everyday bras. I still needed to find a balconette bra, I love how they give support but expose my nipples, which were still soft, the cotton top of the dress loose enough to let them ride freely with no friction to attract their attention.

You may find it strange that a female who loves to dress up to go out and to dress nicely for work and class doesn't enjoy shopping, but that's me. I don't have that gene, it's not in my DNA. So when I go, I go for the long haul. I wouldn't have to go again, at least for the basics, for a good long while. My last stop, at least I hoped it would be the last of the day, was for shoes.

If I were looking for dressy shoes, strappy stilettos, CFMs or FMQs, for example, I'd be dressed for that, wearing something clingy, something very short, with not much of a top or a back, so that I could see exactly how my long legs and firm butt would look in five inch heels. But for day to day work shoes, three inch sensible pumps would have to do, and a pair of more comfortable shoes for the ceramics class I'd be teaching next week. No, it's not my major, but I like to always be in an art class some way or another, to balance my mind. It had been a minor in undergrad, which is the level of my class now.

The store was deserted but for the lone clerk who was stocking shelves when I entered. He smiled, probably happy to have someone, anyone, come in. I returned his smile, our eyes met for a moment, he lowered his gaze, his eyes sweeping downward unconsciously, taking in my not quite modest dress that was open at the top, with a bit more than a hint of cleavage, then up again, his baby blues peering into my gold flecked brown orbs that were watching him. His smile disappeared when he realized he was busted but his face still retaining his good humor. He was young, and very nice looking, a year either side of twenty I guessed, but soon found that he was just eighteen by a month, with a summer job between classes. Tall, with broad shoulders, his brownish hair stylishly unruly, but what caught my attention were those sparkling blue eyes.

For the record, I had never dated guys younger than I; usually they tended to be a decade or so older, at least at that time in my life. But a girl can't help but notice a cute young guy with gorgeous eyes. And I love to flirt. What's the harm in that?

"I'm Gary. What do you have in mind today?" His smile was back, and I could see that it was authentic, not a momentary "smile for the customer" raising of the corners of the mouth.

He had me sit after I explained what I needed; one or two pair of basic pumps, three inch heels, and something that will be good for general walking and standing on a concrete floor, that can I can rinse off every day.

"Okay, first the pumps, after I measure your feet."

He was sitting on a little stool. I was about to slip my wedgies off when his hand covered mine. "Allow me," and he very carefully untied the straps on both sandals, then placed his hand on my ankle, his other hand lifting my foot by the arch. Strong but gentle, his hands moved over my foot with the gentlest of touches. I felt a frisson of sensuality tingle up my calf. When he removed the other sandal I was ready for it, and as he reverently held my foot in his hands I felt the urging of my cunt, begging for more.

Setting the sandal down, he resumed his task, and by now I knew he was more than removing my sandals, he was going through a ritual of discovery, and the look on his face was of reverence. This was something completely new to me, and I knew I had to handle this with no outward appearance of any kind of disapproval. And, I didn't want him to know that I was getting into it! I tried to control my breathing before I spoke. He gently placed my foot on the measuring block that was situated between his legs.

"Gary, you have very nice hands, I mean in the way they feel on me ... on my foot." He raised his eyes to meet mine, with not a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Oh, thanks. The girls come in and let me practice on them and they get to try out shoes." He expertly adjusted the slides, wrote something on a small slip of paper. When he was removing my foot he very carefully grasped my ankle with his thumb and middle finger, from above, like one of those carnival pincers that you use to try to get toys out of a plastic box, lifted it. He measured my other foot. I was really enjoying this!

"It's not often that I'm treated with such delicacy." He smiled, obviously pleased with my reaction and my comment.

"I like this job, and I like to think that I do it well." With that he left, went to a wall of shoe boxes, returned with three selections. "Let's start with these," and he sat again.

His hands on my feet and ankles, the attention he was giving me, the intimacy of the process: maybe this was why women loved to shop, I thought.

The first pair fit perfectly, and I was pleased that this was going so smoothly.

"Walk in them, see how they feel. Does the heel slip? Are they too tight anywhere?" I walked toward a full length mirror, and I could see there that his eyes would watch my feet, then glance up to watch my butt, then return to my feet again. Which gave him more arousal, I wondered. As I walked, trying not to put too much girl in my gait, he ran through his list of probable problems, and finding none, had me sit again.

"I'll take these, they're perfect. Do I really need to try the others on, too?", teasingly.

"Yes, I always recommend it. For one thing, they're slightly different styles, and, they're all from different manufacturers. Unless you don't have time today. I can give you the style numbers and you can do it at your convenience." I admired his self-control.

"No, I'll do it now. It's not like it's some painful ordeal. I'm just not used to this, shopping. It's not my thing at all."

"Well, I'll try to make it as painless as possible," and he smiled again.

The second pair wasn't what I was looking for, but I took the third pair and another pair. Now for the casual shoes. By this time my kitty was slippery and I was beginning to feel a little frisky. I'd lean down to look at the shoes as he was slipping them onto my feet, letting him cop a peek at my goodies in my top. To his credit he didn't blush, nor did he go out of his way to improve his view.

As he laced the first pair, I leaned down, pulling on the tongue. My boobs were almost hanging out, and when he looked up he had the side of his bottom lip in his teeth. He was cute enough to eat.

"It might be better if you were to sit back some, so I can concentrate on this." He held my eyes with his, and I knew what he meant, and I was surprised that he had made the suggestion. I leaned back, and he went back to lacing.

When he had both shoes laced I got up and paced to the mirror at the end of the row of chairs, contemplated the look, and returned. When I sat for him to remove them I sat back, as he'd asked, but I placed my feet much further apart than they had been earlier. My hem was well above my knees and I knew that when he looked up he would be at eye level with my pretty kitty.

As he was about to unlace the first shoe I stopped him. "Gary, do you have any slip-ons that would fit me?", and as I was speaking his head tilted up, and then his eyebrows arched as he saw, two feet in front of him, what could only be the shimmer of my kitty juice. By now I was totally aroused.

"Um, okaayyy," drawing out the end of it. His gaze had dropped again, and he couldn't take his eyes away. His fingers, up until now so skillful and competent, were fumbling at the laces. He finally got them loose enough to get the shoe off, and as he stood to go to the rack to find my size in a slip-on I could see that he had a very nice bulge in his pants.

Taking mercy, I kept my legs closer as he fitted a pair of gardening shoes to my feet. They were comfortable, and washable. Perfect. I was done here, and it had been fun.

"Is there anything else I can show you?" Oh, he was so wanting me to stay, to give him another glance. "Anything I can do for you?"

Ahh, that's different, going from 'show you' to 'do for you'. I was in the mood for some fierce fucking, but not in the backroom of this store. Another time perhaps, but not now, and not with a guy who was probably just out of high school. Too, I didn't want to come across as a total slut, immediately available, with my name on the gym locker wall. Again, maybe another time, but not today.

"No, I think I'll go home, maybe work on filling in my tan lines out on the lounge, take a cool shower, take a nap, you know, just laze around for awhile." I let those images burn into his brain, and out of my lower field of vision I could see that the bulge in his pants had grown quite a bit larger, there was a serious bulge in front, and it was squirming in there. Jeez, this kid is packing! Maybe I should rethink this. But not here, take a walk, see if I cool off.

"I still have a few things to find. I really do need a sexy bra," let that sink in, "and a pair of panties," and he was dry mouth swallowing, "or a thong." Oh, I was merciless, but I love to tease. But this was like kicking a puppy.

"I don't want to carry these boxes around, though, Gary. Will you be a doll? Can I leave them here?" I had a hint of a smile on my lips, and I knew my eyes were telling him that there was the possibility of more. "I'll be back before you close."

"Sure, it's no problem." He looked like he would do the proverbial jump for joy, or maybe back flips.

"Thanks so much! I'll be back at 5," and I walked out, slow enough that he could enjoy the rolling of my hips, and now I wished that I was wearing a tighter shorter skirt. Still, he got the message.

What a liar, I already had all the lingerie I'd need for a month, probably longer at the rate at which I wasn't wearing any. I strolled down the corridor, around a corner and into a coffee bar. Ahh, my lucky day, another handsome young man behind the counter, and I knew immediately that this one was a horse of a different color. He had a high voltage smile, his hair was gelled, his tan was perfect, he was ripped in his blindingly white skin tight teeshirt. Early twenties was my guess.

"Hey, beautiful, how are you? You look fabulous in that dress!" I expected him to next say that I'd look even better out of it. But he was smoother than that. "It's the perfect color for you." I almost blushed, and I might have a few years earlier, but this time I knew that he was playing me, so I thought I'd play along.

"Gosh, thanks! I never hear things like that anymore. It feels so good to know that somebody thinks my clothes look nice on me." Of course, I had to shake my head a little, then tilt it to let him have a glimpse of my neck.

"Honey, I can't imagine anyone not thinking how great you look. I'm glad you stopped in, you're the best looking woman I've seen all week." I gave him my 'shy' smile, my eyes dipping for a second, then coming up, saw that his dark eyes were glued to my open top. I leaned forward just enough to let it open a little more, looking in my bag for my wallet. I took my time, moving around to give him as good a look as possible.

"Ahh, here it is! I thought I may have left it in Intimate Images," giving him the name of a very sensual shop in the same mall, letting him conjure up what he thought I may have purchased there. I ordered an iced latte.

"Have a seat, I'll bring it to you," and I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the table furthest away.

He took his time, despite their being no other customers, and in fact, very few people about at all. I had the feeling that he was watching me, but with the angle of the counter he was behind I couldn't see him, so he must have been hiding just behind something. Okay, that tells me a lot.

After a few minutes he arrived with my latte, all smiles and swagger. I was liking him less and less.

"An iced beverage for a hot woman," and he set it down. "Anything else?" I wanted to say something nasty, but I remembered the old adage, don't fight with a pig in public, it makes you look bad and the pig enjoys it. Rather, I leaned over, let my arm push my wallet off the table. Ever the proper gentleman he bent to retrieve it.

"Let me," and he dipped down, and as he picked it up he paused. "It fell open. I'll just be a sec, I have to pick up your things." I heard the slight click of the clasp as he opened it. I knew he wasn't about to steal anything, other than a good look at my spread legs and my kitty, which was slightly open as well, my knees wide apart, my feet hooked around the legs of the chair.

"Take your time, I'm in no hurry," and I leaned back, moving my hips toward the front of the seat, "I wouldn't want you to miss anything." My heart was pounding, my kitty was so wet she was close to dripping, and I wondered if he'd take the leap and touch me, perhaps even risk licking me. But reason prevailed, fuck all!

After a few seconds he surfaced, my credit cards in one hand, my open wallet in the other. His face had that deer in the headlights look, a slight smile, his smirk gone now, as if he played his cards right he might be tasting my earthly delights soon.

"Lady, there's a huge wet spot down there and I've got a ten inch tool that can take care of it for you!" Oh, sooo not the words I wanted to hear. Way too crude. Too crude even for me. I am a lady, after all.

"Sorry, I don't care for massive equipment. I much prefer something more manageable, something I can get my teeth into," and I sipped my iced latte, licked the rim with the tip of my tongue, bringing a dollop of cream into my mouth, my tongue reappearing to swipe across my full lips. He gave me a look of pure frustration, laced with misogynistic malice, and stomped away. When I left a few minutes later he was still banging pots and pans around in his tiny work space.

The moral here? There's a time and a place for everything, a time to give a compliment and a time to ask permission, a time to be forward and a time to be restrained. He showed that he knew none of those things.

Since I'd mentioned my favorite lingerie store to CoffeeGuy, I decided to take a look. My earlier purchases were from one of the very nice but not very unique lingerie shops, and because I was merely shopping with no firm agenda in mind, that was fine. Now, however, I was aroused, and I wanted something that would fit my mood. Oh, I remembered the balconette, and that sealed the deal.

This shop, too, was empty, or nearly so, with one customer in a changing room, her companion in the doorway beside the half closed curtain.

"Oh, girl, he'll love that!" I wanted to see what the unseen girl was trying on, I'm a very curious person. But rather than appear to be a lurker I continued to the far wall, where I knew the body stockings would be. Sure enough, along with the thong back thigh highs, which were panty hose, actually. I was checking the sizes when a young saleswoman came up, silent on the plush carpeting, her heels digging in, covering any sound she might have made.

"I see you've apparently found what you're interested in. If your size isn't there I'll gladly see if we have it in back." Blonde, petite, with a very interesting set of boobs in her beautifully tailored classic white shirt, short black skirt, high heels, dark fish net stockings, and as I saw later, seams up the backs. I got just a bit flushed, what with my slutty showing of everything I had to CoffeeGuy and Gary, only to find my dream girl.

The plan formed effortlessly in my mind, and I immediately set it into action. Carpe ... etc.

"Yes, I'd like to see some of these thigh highs, I don't quite know what they are, with the thong?" I tried to keep my face neutral, pushing back my slutty Iwanttoeatyouuprightnow! look. She looked at me for a few seconds, and I decided to let her see a bit of what I had in mind. "I want something very sensual, erotic even, if it looks right."

"Well ... " drawing out the word, and I could see a figurative coin being flipped in her mind, "I'm wearing them right now, but it would probably be wrong of me to let you see them on me." And she waited for my reply with a straight face.

"No, I don't think it would be out of line at all, we can consider it modeling. It would be part of your sales approach." Still, she hesitated. I wouldn't let up: "You know the customer is always right," giving her my flirtiest smile, my eyes shooting ray beams of lust toward her. But then I had a horrible thought. "You're very lovely, but you look so young to be working here."

"I'm twenty, old enough, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Just that you seem so mature, but you look like a teen, which is something that fades all too quickly. It was just a random thought, I'm sorry, it was stupid of me to mention it." She looked at me for a moment, then smiled.

"If you're still interested, you can wait for me in the changing room, I'll just be a minute." She turned, walked to the front, in time to cash out the two young women who had been there when I arrived. It was then that I saw the seams in her stockings, and that somehow seemed (oh, unintended pun) very erotic to me. Walking them to the door, she ushered them out and then flicked the lock, affixed a small sign on the glass, and I hoped it didn't' say that she'd be back in a few minutes.

"There, no one to bother us while we see if you like how these look," and she stepped into the booth, leaving the curtain open. I stood in the doorway, with one hand against the doorframe. "I think it's better if I take the shirt off, let you see the whole set, no?" I nodded, not trusting my voice now. "Actually, they're sort of a combination of a garter belt and thigh highs, but without the pesky snaps. There's not much to them at all, which is why I favor them." She unbuttoned the shirt, telling me about the other available lingerie, the company, the prices, colors available, but it was blah blah blah to me as her fingers worked the buttons, pulled the shirt open, the dark bra coming into view, and then the shock as I saw that it was merely a satin covered underwire of a normal bra, without the bra cups! There, within arm's reach were the most perfect pair of nipples I'd ever seen on the most gorgeous boobs you can imagine!

"Ohh!," and she drew the shirt closed, "sorry, I forgot what I have on," waiting. As if!

"No," and I hoped I didn't choke, "it's fine, go ahead please. I'm glad to see it, everything." How stupid can one girl be, and I mentally kicked myself.

"My name's Rikki, two ks and an i, by the way," and she placed the shirt on a hanger.

"That's too funny, I'm Nikki, two ks and an i, too," and for some reason I felt a lot more at ease. "I want that bra, too, I love it, it's just what I'm looking for." Her nipples were pale tan, with a hint of pink on the perky tips, her boobs full and upright, sitting on the nearly nothing bra, begging to be kissed, nibbled, sucked. Oh, I was certainly dripping now!

Rikki unsnapped her waist button on the skirt, then after a quick zip she elegantly stepped out of it, hung it with the shirt, turned to me. She was stunning! Her young face seemed years more mature now, not older, but more worldwise, I guess you might say. She did a slow three-sixty, giving me a total view of her incredible body. Her luscious naked butt was spectacular, her legs perfect, her waist lean and long. Her plump mound was smooth, the tiny thong showing the outlines of her kitty, which made it even more erotic for me.

"You like?"

"Very much so!" Oh god, I was twitching all over, my kitty was on fire, my nips as hard as they could be, my mouth was suddenly dry and I knew I was grinning like a fool. But Rikki either didn't notice my dilemma or was too gracious to mention it.

"Let's get you some things to try on," and she took a peek out the door, toward the front, stepped out, her gorgeous butt fully exposed but for the thin strip that disappeared between those luscious cheeks, leading the way to the back again. She picked out several boxes in a few seconds, and when she turned to me I had all I could do not to take her into my arms and devour her sweet mouth. "Walk in front of me, please," and seeing the wisdom of having a human shield, I did that.

She stood in the doorway of the tiny cubicle, but behind the curtain, watching as I unbuttoned. I was not doing well. If you've read my stories you know that Rikki is what I consider my type. Petite, blonde, stacked. And she had that face that you might see in a full page ad in one of the glamour mags; perfect kissable lips, large smoldering eyes, razor sharp cheekbones, the whole package. Understated makeup perfectly applied, French nails, hair cut to bring out her features. Oh, I was smitten!

"This'll be quick," as I undid the last button, pulled the dress open and off, revealing my unclothed body, standing there in my ridiculous wedgies. I felt, for the first time in years, embarrassed; not modest, but I think because I knew that I was no comparison to her, not in any way. But I knew I looked better than the average housefrau, so I dialed back my anxiety. "Not the shoes for this, I usually wear heels when I do this." And realizing the implications that that suggested, I thought of a dozen better ways of how I could have said it.

She gave a soft laugh. "Best take them off," watching as I bent forward to slip my wedgies off, her lovely legs in my peripheral vision. I felt the weight of my boobs, felt them swaying as I moved, felt the tingle of my kitty, felt the clenching in my cunt, the tightening of my butt. I was over the edge now, a total goner. Putty in her soft little hands.

"Against policy," but she handed me the box with the thonged pantyhose. I fumbled it open, "but you can sit on the seat there, to try them on," and I stupidly looked back, as if this had been the first time I'd ever been in a changing booth. As I rolled them up my legs I knew that I was totally exposing myself to her, and as I lifted my legs I got a subtle wiff of my kitty cream! It excited me even more. I love to be looked at, admired, wanted, and I was indulging in all those things now. The icing on the top was that I knew that Rikki was as into this as I was.

She came all the way into the booth now, "let's see about the fit," her warm soft hands gliding over my white hot flesh, around the slender waist band, then down my butt, spreading my cheeks just enough to allow the slender thread of the band to enter and lay against my butthole! And I got a shock when her fingers found what was a surprise to me; no crotch! It was open, empty, nothing there but her soft fingers gliding across my wet nether region! "No chance of putting these back on the shelf, I'm afraid," and she brought her hand in front of me, "you're dripping and it's down your thighs," then let me watch as she licked her fingers.

I was on the verge of kissing her, I wanted to take her right then, but she moved back a step. Someone was softly knocking at the door!

"Fuck! I have to unlock the door, we can't do this, not here, not now. Crazy to have started. Meet me at the desk," and I watched her quickly pull the skirt on, the shirt, buttoning it as she walked away. The small space wreaked of sex. My hands were trembling as I tried to button my dress.

At the desk, with another young woman standing behind me, I paid for the bra and pantyhose, and a very cute teddy, just a wisp of lace round the waist and on the boobs, almost nothing covering anything else, and when she returned my credit card to me she also gave me her business card, scrawling her phone number on the back. "I'll be home tonight. Call after 10."

Now I was in a quandary. I had planned to go back to the shoe store to pick up my shoes, but, truth to tell, my plan had changed, morphed now to seduce Gary and then call Rikki. Rikki, oh, that was fruit I definitely wanted to taste! But I needed to get fucked, and right now!

I took my time strolling back, glancing in the windows, but not really looking. My mind was on that sweet little blonde with the gorgeous boobs, the perfect butt. Maybe I'm going over the line, maybe I really don't like dick any more.

"Nah", and I laughed.

Gary was waiting at the counter. It was only a minute or so until 5, his closing time. His face changed from neutral to Christmas morning when he saw me.

"I was wondering if you forgot."

"Oh, no, I ran into an old friend, and we had coffee while we caught up. Am I keeping you? I don't want you to be late for anything," and I leaned on the counter, my arms spread, letting the top of my dress fall forward. His eyes unconsciously sought out what he was longing to see, but he caught himself, and I looked away a split second before our eyes would have met. Then I turned to him. I couldn't walk away from him now, I was too fired up. Gone was my aversion to getting fucked in the back room.

"Gary, I feel badly about being late; punctuality's one of those things I pride myself on. I think I should do something to make amends."

"Oh, no, no biggie, really. I still have a few minutes."

"But it's a personal thing for me. Maybe we can talk about it, okay?"

"Well, let me get your shoes first. They're in the back, I didn't want them out on the counter," and he turned to leave. I let him take a few steps and then followed him. With the pumped in music and the thick rubber soles on my wedgies he didn't hear me, and I was glad now I wasn't wearing my stilettos.

Once inside the storage room, Gary picked up my bag, and when he turned he gave out a little yelp, stopping in his tracks. I continued, stopping just in front of him, my hardened nips so close to touching his chest.

"Gary, I really do want to thank you. In fact, I need to do it now, or I'll be upset with myself for the rest of the day." I moved closer to him, my boobs now pressing against him, and knowing that I wouldn't complain, he put his hands on my waist, pulling my hips to his, our faces closing toward each other. Our lips met, my eyes closed, sparks going off in my head, and that zing zapped my nips, sending the jolt deep into my cunt. I pulled back. No interruptions this time, please!

"Gary, go lock the door." I was nearly breathless. He nodded, his young face a picture of anticipation, nearly ran through the store. I heard another voice out there. Can't I get a break here?, I muttered to myself.

"No, I'm sorry, we're closed, I was just coming out to lock up. The register has automatically turned off, and the door has to be locked within the next few minutes or the alarm will sound, but if you come back tomorrow I'll give you the best deal I can." A few soft words from the other person, a young female, I thought, then the door opening, closing, and he was back in a few more seconds. "There! Now."

While he was gone I'd unbuttoned all my buttons except for the lowest, and when I moved it allowed the dress to open almost fully, and his face brightened, his smile so happy it was a joy to see. I love to be admired, watched, lusted after (repeating myself, I know). I lay back against a table that had a stack of boxes on it, and the movement opened my dress as far as it would go, one boob fully out, the other nearly totally visible but for the hidden tip of my nipple.

"Help a lady?" and I wriggled my shoulders, my boobs jiggling, my engorged nip brushing against the soft cloth, then springing free. They were aching, aching from neglect, frustration, anticipation. "Well?" and I knew I sounded a bit impatient. I dialed my petulance back, smiled, licked my upper lip. Jeez, what else did I have to do?

"Oh!," and he came to me, his hand shaking as he worked the lone button, how difficult could that be? Impatiently, I opened the dress, let it fall off my shoulders, down onto the table, around my wrists. It felt so good to be naked in front of him! I had that tingle over my entire body that I get the first time I expose myself to someone.

His eyes were as huge as saucers. "Like them? I saw you looking before, and that got me sooo wet!" and I took his hand, placed it against my mound. Let him go from there, I thought, and he did, as I pulled his face to mine, kissing him as my fingers caressed his cheeks, letting him get a taste of my tongue as it swiped across his lips, then into his mouth. I was fucking ravenous!

The moment he touched my clit I thought I'd cum, and all thoughts of Rikki vanished. I moved his hand lower, felt the warmth of his fingers as they explored my sticky kitty. My dress was bunched up beneath my butt now, as I leaned back, onto my elbows, my legs spreading as he ran his finger up and down, through my sodden slit, wanting him to push into me, his finger, tongue, dick, I didn't care, but I needed something in there! C'mon!

Ah, finally, his finger was in line and I moved my hips forward, a hard thrust actually, and he was in to the knuckle. I groaned. "Oh, fuck, I'm sorry!" he whispered, and when he tried to pull out I grabbed his wrist, held him there.

"No, no, it's okay," my voice husky with lust. "It's okay, you can go anywhere, do anything, it's okay, go ahead, yes," and my mouth found his again. In another few seconds my hand found his zipper, and before I had it all the way down his hot hard hefty dick leaped out, almost knocking my hand aside. "Oh, Mr. Happy!" Umm, yum; sizable but not huge; thick, but I knew I could get my lips around it; long, but I would only choke for a second, and I got off on that. Yes, I could definitely work with this. I was totally drenched now, drops of nether nectar sticking to my smooth nude lips, but if this kept up any longer there would be rivulets down my thighs again.

No words now, none needed, and, I hoped, none expected. I pushed him away, then bent forward, oh god his dick, beautiful! So beautiful! The head an angry red, ropy veins decorating the sizable shaft, the whole thing throbbing, the end shining in what I prayed wouldn't become a premmie. I decided he needed a time out, so I leaned against the table again, pulled my legs up, and laid back. I raised my head, smiled, licked my upper lip. Urgency in my eyes.

Gary got the message, and in a minute, with my legs wrapped around his neck, my hands in his hair, he licked and sucked my thighs and then my kitty until I was bouncing up and down on the table, groaning with my first orgasm in over a week. I lay there, enjoying the afterglow, and when he tried to move away I held him there, "another, baby, give me another one, just like that one! You have a magic tongue, my sweet naughty boy, and I hope that's not all." My legs were up in the air, opened as wide as possible, and he licked me until I was leaning forward, my body hunched over, covering his head, my nails digging into his back from his butt to his shoulders. The combination of his magical tongue on my clit and his fingers pulling my nips had me rocketing through another stellar orgasm.

"Now, my turn," still gasping, and we exchanged positions, and as I stood between his knees, leaning over him, my boobs swinging, one hand between my legs, the other cupping his balls, I gave him the best bj of his young life as my fingers kept the vestiges of my climax from fading altogether. Swirling my tongue over the head, slathering the shaft with my lips, sucking his hairy nutsack as my fingers played with his balls, my little finger tickling his butt hole, I gave him the full treatment. He returned the pleasure, his magnificent meat throbbing in my throat, punishing my tonsils, making me gag in rapture.

This is something that really turns me on, making a man, or a woman, wait and wait for release, strain for satisfaction. The more prolonged the teasing, the more intense the climax, or so I hope. With Gary it was only a few minutes, getting him to the edge, then backing off or changing something. I'd stop licking and suck for a few seconds, then let him totally free and stroke him, watching his eyes, then his throbbing dick, and taking him down my throat again, quickly. But finally, I relented, and, fyi, I wanted it now as much as he did. More, maybe.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, wait, stop, I'm ... oh fuck! ... wait ... oh, too late, oh ... ", and, ahh, he filled my mouth! Finally! I swallowed, he pushed me back, into a squat, stood, kept cumming, semen seeping out of the corners of my lips, down on my boobs, more swallowing. He grabbed my head, pushed, I gagged as he slipped past my gag reflex spot oen more time, my throat filled with him, still throbbing, my hands could feel the hardness of his butt muscles as he clenched tightly.

Gary grabbed a handful of my hair, "Ow!", pulled me up, spreading my legs, pulling me onto him as he sat back onto the table, his hands holding my butt, lifted me onto him, effortlessly, my legs wrapped around his hips, my arms around his neck, and he guided his stiff rod directly into my wet wanton kitty, "Uhh!"when he drove home, then more as he kept drilling.

He was still as hard as steel. Ahh, the exuberance of youth! He pumped into me as I wriggled around on his lovely dick, both of us sweating now, our bodies coated with a sheen of musky perspiration, skin slapping against skin, my cries of pleasure each time he rammed into me a constant mantra, "ohh ... uhh ... uhh ... ohh", until I was cumming, and I gave out with those loud frightening cries, like a wounded animal, different for everyone, sometimes different from one orgasm than another. Pure bliss in that moment of impending darkness.

"Get down," and I did, "Turn around," and I did, leaning against the table again, eagerly waiting as he spread my cheeks, and before I could tell him it was okay if he wanted to do me in my butt he slammed into me again, driving my boobs against the table.

"Ooofff!" That hurt! I raised my torso, leaned on my elbows, my hands clasped in front of me, only my nips now brushing against the edge of the table, and that felt good. "Don't cum in me, tell me when, I want it on my face," and I felt the flush of a blush at my naughty demand. But I wanted to feel it splash across my lips, fly into my hair, drool down my face, onto my nips, see if he'd kiss me, even lick it from my nips maybe.

Gary was even better than I'd expected. I thought that perhaps my saying that to him might get him off; lots of guys go crazy when a girl talks like that during sex. But it didn't faze him, or if it did it only got him harder, made him go deeper, plumbing the depths of my tight little cunt, ravaging my swollen kitty lips. I was moaning incoherently, grunting like a sow, he was giving me the best fucking I'd had in years!

"Don't stop! Gary, don't stop! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum so hard!" I could barely get the words out, between my body getting pushed and shoved, my cunt getting battered like the storming of the castle gates, and my fingers attacking my clit. I was right there, right fucking there, I could see the onrushing blinding darkness of my orgasm, so close, so deliciously close.

He pulled out! "Garrryyyy!" He whipped me around, pushed me onto my knees, grabbed my hair with one hand, the other holding the back of my head. I opened my mouth, just in time, too. He spurted so hard that I could feel it splashing against the back of my throat. I grabbed his dick, pumping him, splash after splash of his thick copious cum lashing across my face. A diagonal stripe decorated my nose from jaw to forehead, another straight up, filling my nostrils, ending in my hair. More around and in my mouth, my tongue covered. When the last spurt was deposited in my mouth I closed my lips around the smoothness of his head and sucked, my cheeks hollowed, but I didn't swallow.

Looking up at him, I opened my mouth, which was filled to overflowing, and let it pour out, a stream of his luscious liquid cascading down to my boobs. I gripped them, the cum pooling between them, my hands spreading the warm goo all over me, my fingers pulling my nips, massaging them with his semen.

He lifted me to my feet, pulled me to him, kissed me. No fear of his own fluids, his tongue found mine, and as his hands kneaded my butt cheeks he ran a string of kisses down to my boobs, at first biting, and then licking and finally sucking my nips until I couldn't take it any longer. Pushing on his shoulders, he got the message.

"On the table, on your back," and when I got in position he nearly ripped my sandals off, and he began kissing my feet, first my toes, then all over, including the bottoms of my arches, which gave me a kitty tingle. But I needed more, and fast, so I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up, until his face was between my thighs. He sucked my lips into his mouth, his tongue buried between them, and in a few seconds I was cumming, cumming so hard, my body at first as tight as a wound spring, then releasing as my climax softened. I was shaking, my body buzzing from my freshly licked toes to my gritting teeth. More, my brain screamed.

My mouth found his again, and in between kisses I asked him how long it would take him to recharge, "I want more. I wanna feel you cum in my cunt!"

"Nikki, I can't, I have to leave, I'm going to be late, and I can't be. I just can't be late! I'm so sorry, but I can't stay, I just can't. I think you know how much I want to," and he guided my hand to his hard cock. Ohh! But I knew what he meant, about wanting to continue fucking, and about being punctual, that was one of my better traits, to the point of it being a flaw sometimes, and I told him that yet again. But this was ridiculous, nothing was more important than this, now, right here, us! Okay, me! He wouldn't relent. "But I have to see you again. Let me call you tomorrow, we can do something fun."

"This is as fun as it gets," pouting, "but okay, tomorrow. We still have a lot of territory to explore," and I hoped he got my meaning. My butt hole was itching to be scratched. I gave him my number.

We both dressed quickly, he locked up and we walked to the parking garage together. Being an employee, he was parked at the extreme edge of the uppermost level, while I was much closer to the stores. As we stood by my car for a moment, a final 'bye for now', he kissed me, and I wanted to follow him to his car and show him how flexible I can be.

Gary kissed me again, leaning in my car window as I got myself situated. "Nikki, you couldn't look more beautiful", and he laughed. I watched him walk away, already looking forward to seeing him again, hopefully tomorrow.

After my cum bath I had used some paper towels to wipe my face and boobs, and I thought I had done a good job of it, but when I got behind the wheel and looked into the overhead mirror I had to laugh. Pale trails where the remnants of streaks of cum had crisscrossed my face, and my hair above my forehead was matted with it. I brushed a dried flake from my cheek and, smiling contentedly, drove home.

It was later, after I had taken another shower, as much to cool off as to wash away the dried cum from my hair and face and boobs, and the sticky slickness from my slit, that I had these thoughts: what was so important that Gary couldn't take the time to go with me somewhere more comfortable and fuck me until one of us begged for mercy? And, more importantly to me, now that I was totally smitten with Rikki, and unfulfilled, what was she up to that I'd have to wait until 10pm to call her? I felt like a high school kid, wanting what my body ached for but needing so many answers to life's quandaries.

I'd find out soon enough, to both these questions.

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Kisses to all of you