Shopping Spree
written by:
Norbert

Today started as a typical Saturday with the exception that, for the first time in ages Donna - my wife of twenty-four years - decided we should spend some time with our two daughters. I loved the thought that we could spend time as a family and perhaps take in a movie and lunch. Unfortunately I was just the driver - again - so when my mini-harem decided it was a shopping day at one of the larger downtown malls all my reasoning got tossed out the window. It wasn't totally unexpected though. Donna and I had been on the edge for years and crawling closer to that abyss of total marital breakdown. Communication was minimal, physical contact was even less and I grasped at any straw that seemed somewhat normal.

The drive into town was accentuated with purchase possibilities, squeals of laughter and sarcastic put-downs and I knew it was going to be a day that would tax a saint. I decided the best for all would be to just let them do their thing and I would do mine - hit the book-store and maybe check out anything else that caught my eye. By the time we hit the doors, I knew there was no holding them back so we agreed to meet at the food-court at six. Seeing as how it was noonish, I figured we'd all be shopped out by then so it was a quick peck on the cheek from my three girls and they were gone.

Strolling through the mall, I was a little taken aback by the scantily clad young ladies. They certainly didn't build them like that when I was a young fella and I wasn't complaining about the eye-candy. Living in the ‘burbs' there was no real reason to head downtown and I was surprised at how the shops had changed. I was even more surprised at the prices - forty dollars for a band tee-shirt that had cost me five. I was shaking my head by one of the racks in an ‘alternative-wear' store when I heard a sweet voice behind me.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" I looked over my shoulder to see a very sweet-looking young lady in a very tight black fishnet top, thin red bra and black leggings smiling at me. I guess it appeared that the cat had caught my tongue but in reality I was staring at her chest for I could just make out the shading of her aureole through the layers of fabric. I must admit, they certainly looked yummy.

"The prices certainly have jumped." I laughed. "I had a shirt just like this one except I had it signed by the band."

"Really? You still have it?" She seemed hopeful.

"No, I think I wore it to death and then used it to polish my car." I chuckled at the look on her face. "Would you mind if I looked around?"

"No not at all," she smiled. "If you have any questions just let me know." As she sauntered off I couldn't help but stare at her fine young ass. She turned and saw me staring and smiled. "By the way, I'm Carly."

I shuffled through the store, checking prices and amusing myself with the ‘goth' ware that seemed all the rage with my daughters. Checking it out I was more positive than ever that I'd never let them wear it.

"What age are you looking for?" Carly was standing beside me again, smiling.

"Well," I chuckled, "definitely NOT for my daughters. Not when there are a slew of horny teenaged males out there."

"Well," Carly bit her lower lip. "What about for your wife - or girlfriend?"

"If she looked like you, sure," I laughed. "My wife is pretty straight laced and unfortunately you're far too young for me." Carly sized me up and down and smiled.

"You may be surprised. How old do you think I am?" she challenged. I looked her up and down and spent a long time lingering at her boobs.

"I'd say twenty-three." I said with finality in my voice.

"Aww, no cigar," she smiled. "I just turned twenty."

"And your parents let you leave the house dressed that way?" I gave her a mocking fatherly look of being shocked.

"I don't live with my parents," came her tarty reply. "Besides, what they don't know..." Carly gave me a saucy smile. "So, what's your name?"

"I'm Dave." I laughed. "Seeing as how I know so much about you, it's only fair you should know me."

"So Dave," Carly turned on her heels and began to walk towards the back of the store. "Let me show you some items that might interest you for your misses."

I followed Carly, not out of interest but more to watch her tantalizing ass, into the back part of the shop. Once beyond the beaded curtainl I realized we were in the midst of fetish-ware.

"If you had your choice, what would you like to see your wife meet you at the door in?" She was giving me a coy smile. "I'm assuming that you still have sex and want to have sex with her."

"Well, that's a tough one..." I was a little taken aback by her question.

"It's not rocket science," she laughed. "Take a look through the racks and let me know."

"Well," I confessed, "I've always had a fantasy about being met at the door in a little kilt and a see-through top and boffing her right there on the couch." I laughed. "I know, it's pretty pathetic for an old guy like me, huh?"

"Not at all," she smiled. "I think it's romantic. I think every woman would like to be taken like that."

"Well, what I like is one thing," I reasoned "but it depends on what she'd be ready to let me have. Oh, that and what she would really look like in the get-up."

"So, if you could see what she'd look like, would that be better?" Carly gave me an inquisitive look.

"Well, yes." I confirmed. "Unfortunately, my wife's not here."

"True," Carly conceded. "But just sit down for a few and let's see what we can do about that."

I gave her a puzzled look as I sat down.

"When customers come in looking for something but they're not quite sure, we'll often put on what they're thinking of just to see if it's really going to work for them," it all seemed sensible to me. "Sometimes it work out and other times they get that ‘what the hell was I thinking' slap on the back of their head." She laughed.

"A figurative slap is a hell of a lot easier on the wallet than dropping a wad of cash on something that's never going to be used," I agreed. "That makes a lot of sense."

I really couldn't see a model coming out dressed as provocatively as I would love to see my wife dress so I sat back and let Carly take the reins.

I heard the gates shutting on the store and, checking my watch, realized that it was way too early for the shop to close and I questioned her about it.

"Sometimes we have to close the shop because of staffing or special showings," she smiled. "Like some patrons might be embarrassed about what is seen." She grabbed a few things from the rack.

"Now you just sit tight and let's see what we can do for you." With that, Carly disappeared into the change room. I looked around at all of the lace and leather and poly clothes, wondering first, who would wear them and where. My mind was somewhat baffled when I heard Carly tell me to get ready.

When she reappeared, my jaw must've hit the floor. Carly stood before me in exactly what I had described was the fantasy homecoming. She wore a short plaid kilt, thigh-highs, mesh top with no bra, and just-fucked messy hair.

"So? What do you think?" She spun in front of me, the skirt rising to show her bare ass and bald pussy. "Is this what you'd like to come home to?"

"Fuck yes." I croaked. I felt my cock grow in my slacks. "But there's no way my wife could ever look as hot as you do." Carly held my eyes as she strutted over to me, the kilt swished from side to side and every step flashed a tantalizing bit of her pussy. When she stood in front of me, she continued.

"You'll notice that the mesh top clearly defines my breasts and nipples," she leaned forward, closer to me. "Yet they're held in place and there's enough room in the weave to allow sensation from kissing and sucking on them." My cock was rock hard and for the first time on a long time, I was tongue-tied.

"You'll also notice," Carly said as she turned around and bent at the waist, gripping the arms of the chair in front of her, "the skirt is short enough that it rides up to reveal the goodies hidden beneath it." Carly's pussy was absolutely beautiful - baby-smooth, obviously freshly waxed or shaved, with a slight glistening of dampness.

"You shouldn't do that to an old man Carly." I tried to bring reason back into the room but it was obvious she either wasn't hearing or wasn't caring about what I was saying.

"So Dave, if this was your wife bent over like this, what would you do?" Carly seemed a lot surer of herself than I was. When I didn't respond, she swayed her ass back and forth. "What would you want to do Dave?"

"I'd want to finger her pussy," I tried and failed miserably to be cool about the whole thing. "Maybe lick her until she came all over my face." Now I heard Carly's voice falter a bit.

"Just to make sure it's exactly what you want Dave..." she left the rest unsaid as she backed towards me.

I kissed her soft, smooth ass-cheek as I ran my hands up the inside of her thigh. I heard her sigh as my hand reached closer to her pussy.

"Touch me Dave," it was almost a whimper. "Please touch me."

"You're so young," I was fighting a losing battle, I knew it but I gave it my best. "You're young enough to be one of my daughters."

"But I'm not your daughter." Carly breathed. "I'm just a young store-clerk that's trying to satisfy a customer."

The scent of her wet pussy filled me - it was pure, raw sex and it was drawing me in. A part of my brain screamed that I should get up and leave, but it was the other part - the one that was starving for sexual touch that won out. I pressed my lips to her ass-cheek once again and ran my thumb over her pussy. Carly groaned out loud and her pussy opened to my touch. When it was wet enough, I pushed my thumb deep inside her and heard her groan.

"Oh fuck yesss," she hissed. "That feels so fucking good."

I plunged my thumb into her, time after time, feeling the heat and hearing the wetness build. I continued to kiss her ass-cheeks and made my way to the center where I began to kiss and lick along the crack. When my tongue pressed against her rear opening Carly sighed again.

"Ohhh fuck that's why I love older men," she panted. "You know exactly what to do."

I kissed her ass one last time and stood. I fumbled with my belt and zipper and let my pants fall to the floor.

"Please stick your cock in me Dave." Carly whined. "I really want it in meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She sqealed as I roughly shoved the length of my cock into her.

She was so tight and hot as only a very young pussy could be and I felt like I was being drawn into some heavenly abyss. I grunted like a man possessed as I gripped her hips and began pounding my length into her. Carly seemed to immediately enter some pleasure state that curved between orgasm and bliss. She begged me to push my cock into her harder and deeper and I could feel her pussy walls tighten as she came again and again.. I took a look over my shoulder to see if there was any possibility of being seen and was grateful to see that we were hidden behind a wall of clothes.

I could feel my balls drawing up and knew I was at the brink myself but I had bigger plans for this young piece of ass. Pulling free of her glorious cunt, I grabbed her waist and spun her until she faced me. She knew what was expected and excitedly opened her mouth as my slick rod approached her face. Carly didn't bother to wait for me and lunged at my cock. I felt the head slip past the muscles in the back of her mouth and slip down her throat. She gagged a bit and looked up at me apologetically. Taking a deep breath, she pressed forward and began to deep-throat me again and again.

I was about beside myself. Never before had I been with someone so talented in the oral arts and I stared in disbelief as her nose banged into my pelvis time after time. It soon became obvious to me that once this little sex-kitten got her way she became submissive. Not wanting to disappoint, I placed my hand on the back of her head and roughly pulled her face down the length of my cock. She gurgled with delight and her hand went between her legs to toy her juicy cleft.

I could feel my cum start to boil and, without giving her any warning, I began shooting gobs of sticky pearl streams into her mouth and down her throat. This was a little much for her and streams of the sticky substance began to run from the corners of her mouth. It was the best orgasm I had ever experienced and I was positive that anyone walking the hallway outside the store must've heard my bellowing.

I pulled my cock from her mouth and, once again gripping her roughly, had her recline in the stuffed chair that had started it all. She had a dazed look on her face and I watched as she scooped my cum from her cheeks and lick her fingers clean as I spread her legs wide. I lowered myself to my knees before her and took a moment to examine her perfectly formed pussy. Even after the pounding I gave her, it was very neat and compact. Not a single hair and glistening with her wetness. It was, quite simply, a thing of sexual beauty and I leaned forward and kissed it gently.

"Oh fuck," Carly breathed. "No guy has ever gone down on me before."

I looked up at her and smiled. I stuck out my tongue and purposefully licked her from asshole to clit with the fattest, flattest part of my tongue. Carly squealed and arched herself into me. She tasted better than any pussy I had ever had the pleasure of going down on. She tasted almost sweet and I delved in and began giving her a proper tongue-thrashing. Carly was going wild - thrashing about on the chair - panting and groaning like some young bitch in heat. I felt her fingers in my hair, pulling my face tighter and felt her pussy excrete even more wetness as she shook uncontrollably as she came again before falling back into the chair totally spent.

I looked up at her from between her thighs. She looked like an angel in a gentle sleep, her beautiful tits rising and falling as she dozed. I checked my watch and knew I had less than half an hour to meet the girls and decided I had to leave. I raised myself and pressed my lips against hers. Her response was immediate and her tongue shot into my mouth.

"My beautiful little girl," I whispered as I cupped her tits. "Is there any way I can see you again?"

"You had better." Carly's smile was that of one who was completely satisfied. "I've never cum so much at one time in my life - and I really liked it."

"So, you weren't grossed out by my age?" I smiled and let her kiss me tenderly again.

"Older men make better lovers. I just didn't know how good of lovers they could be." She smiled and got up from the chair. She made me sit and took her place on my lap. We kissed and cuddled and she placed my hand between her thighs so I could stroke her smoothness again.

"You're going to make me cum again if you keep that up," she sighed as she laid her head on my shoulder. "I wish you could come home with me."

I loved having her body close to me. I loved the affection and I was enjoying the silence until Carly stirred.

"I know you have to go," she started. "I need you to know that I've never done anything like this before - not with anyone. With you well, you were different. I just felt a strong pull to you."

"I'm so glad you did." I smiled and let her slide off of my lap. "When can I see you again?" I asked as I watched her walk towards the back room, eager for an answer.

I watched her parade around the back room stark naked. Her body was absolutely breath-taking. There was no sag - no cellulite - just a beautiful young woman's body standing before me in all of its glory. I knew I had to have more of her. She returned and handed me a piece of paper.

"That's my address and phone number." For the second time she seemed unsure of herself. "Please call me. I know we just had crazy sex, but I really think there's a lot more to you and I want to know it all."

I looked at the paper and realized she only lived a few blocks away from our house. I was still considering the possibilities when Carly kissed my cheek. She slowly sank to her knees and she fished my soft cock out of my pants that I had just donned again. She slowly sucked my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head - all the while, maintaining eye-contact.

"You do want more of that, don't you?" she was wearing a mischievous grin. "And more?" She stood and I kissed her long and hard. I didn't want to leave her.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" I held her close. "I have to go, but I really don't want to." Carly laughed and pulled me further into the back of the store.

"You better wash your face." She seemed so caring. "You smell like me and your wife will know what you've been up to."

Carly let me out of the store, standing in a white silk robe that showed every contour of her nakedness beneath. When the gate crashed shut again, I didn't bother to look back. I sauntered down the corridor towards the arranged meeting place when I saw Donna and the girls waiting impatiently for me.

"Where the hell have you been?" she hissed. "We've been waiting for at least fifteen minutes and you know how I hate waiting!"

I saw the bags of purchases and stuffed my hands in my pockets in order to keep from having a scene. My fingers came in contact with a scrap of paper and I knew there was refuge.

"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Donna was being overly demanding, as usual.

"I ran into a guy I grew up with. We're going out for beers tonight." I lied. I smiled as I flipped the paper as Donna sneered.

"Oh, one of those cracker-jack idiots from down on the farm, huh?" She put on a burst of steam to separate herself from the commoner and catch up with the girls at the coffee bar. I pulled out my cel and texted Carly's number.

"Plans for tonight?" It was short and to the point.

"I do now," was the reply.

I think the grin on my face was bigger than the one on the Smiley face she sent me.