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Fitting RoomI finish my coffee, daydreaming in the sunny window of the café when my phone vibrates into life on the table…’UNKNOWN NUMBER’. Should I answer?“Hello?”“Hi! Are you busy?” Your familiar voice.“No, just in town having a coffee, killing time.”“Good! I’m in town too, and I’m bored… See you in David Jones, menswear… 15 minutes”.You hang up.Slipping my phone into my chinos back-pocket, I finish the coffee, and hurry out of the café and across the road into the store. Muzak and the perfume counter assail me as I enter and head up the escalator to menswear… I do one circuit of the floor, and can’t see you. I’m asked whether I “need help” several times, and decline politely each time…Phone rings again and I fumble it from my pocket… “Need help?” giggling, “Fitting Rooms, third door along, quick”Passing an elderly gentleman, I slip into the changing rooms, and tap on the third door along.With a click the door opens slightly and I glimpse your dark hair reflected in the mirror… you grasp my wrist and pull me inside, closing the door behind me and pulling my face down to kiss me, your tongue flickering in my mouth, holding my face close to yours as my arms enfold you.I almost overbalance and steady myself by putting a hand out onto the ledge below the mirror, and at that point I realise that you’re wearing only a black lace bra, black thigh-thigh stockings and a sheer black panties… Exquisite contrast against your skin, and very arousing…”Well are you going to change?” you whisper, a cheeky simile on your lips. “Change?” I ask… “Shhh!” you put your finger on my lips, and smile…“Into something more comfortable…” as you unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, running your hand up over my stomach to my neck, and then undoing my shirt buttons, beykoz escort expertly, one-handed as you kiss me gently on the throat, pushing the shirt back from my shoulders, kissing across my chest, and down over my stomach… fingers tracing my sides and hooking into the waistband of my chinos.You push me back into the shabby armchair, and pull my trousers down around my ankles… My cock is straining in my briefs, and with exquisite slowness you slide your hand inside, I gasp as you cup the head of my cock A tap at the door… “Everything alright… Sir?” You squeeze me hard… “Oh, yes, fine!” I manage as you stroke me, smirking “I’ll yell if I need help.” Footsteps retreating.“That was close…”, you giggle, and then “My turn in the chair… and lose those clothes” I stand and strip, placing my clothes on the floor away from the door… You’re in the chair now, legs apart, one finger in your mouth, eyes hooded, sultry smile, and with the other hand pulling the sheer material of your panties aside exposing the pink swollen smoothness of your pussy… “You know what I want Mr…” and you spread yourself wider, as I kneel down and place my lips gently against you, inhaling the sweetness of you, tasting your wetness before plunging my tongue inside you You slide further down in the chair, forcing yourself against my mouth, rubbing yourself against my face, I respond by pushing my mouth harder against you and the hard bud of your clit is pressed against my top lip, I can feel your pulse against my mouth, your juices flowing now, coating my tongue, you let out a moan…Footsteps… “Sir… is everything alright?” With my face squeezed tightly between your thighs, and you grinding against my willing tongue, all sancaktepe escort I can manage is “Mmmhhmm”… a pause, and you thrust your hips forward indicating that you want me to continue… “I’ll check back in a few minutes”. Footsteps retreating…Pulling free from your grip and with your juices coating my lips and chin, I stand and pull you up from the chair… your eyes sparkling with mischief. I bend to kiss you, sharing the taste of you, your tongue eager and willing to clean me, hungry for my mouth as I am for yours.My cock is a rock squeezed between us, your nipples hard against my chest… I run my fingers from the nape of your neck down your back, feeling the skin tighten following my gentle touch, running them down over the softness of your hips, cupping your ass before lifting you gently so that my hardness slips between your slightly parted thighs… With one fluid motion I pull you down against me, simultaneously thrusting my hips upwards… the delicious velvet-hot-smoothness of your labia parting around my cock head followed by the exquisite heat of you enveloping me, taking me all the way inside you… arms wrapped around my neck, locked in a deep kiss , legs entwined around my thighs, holding my still as you gently flex your inner muscles against me.I turn gently steadying us against the wall of the changing room, then sitting back into the chair, my cock sliding out of you, you stand and turn, sitting back down onto me, I almost cum on the spot with the tightness and wetness of you suddenly constricting my cock… It takes all of my willpower not to cum inside you… you begin to flex again, using the arms of the chair to lift yourself gently up and down against meThe mirror reflects şile escort our fucking, your eyes are closed and you are biting your lower lip, hair hanging over half of your face, intent on your pleasure, my cock slipping in and out of your pussy with fluid strokes as you ride me towards your climax.Slipping my arm around your waist, I pull you harder back onto me, my cock as far inside you as it will go, the tip hard up against your most intimate depths, delicious pressure on me… I half stand, forcing you to your feet, you lean forward allowing me greater freedom to thrust inside you, my hands slip up to your breasts, firm against my palm, i cup each in turn, pinching the nipples as I continue fucking you. Deeper and harder.You steady yourself, hands against the shelf below the mirror, i slide my hands back under you, gripping your hips as you grind back into me, your breathing is ragged now, I can feel you beginning to spasm against my cock, pushing back onto meI let go of your hips and grab your hair, pulling your head back and up, putting my hand across your mouth to stifle your moans which are becoming louder… You begin to spasm, and I feel your body shake as your orgasm breaks over you, my hand stifling your scream, pulling you back onto me, my hand in your hair… fucking you harder and deeper, knowing that we could be disturbed at any minute… You push back harder, biting my fingers as I pound inside you… intent now on my own pleasure, my cock throbbing against your tight pussy walls, and I cum, my balls contract hard, my cum arching up inside you… so wet so swollen…You’re bent over the shelf, head on your arms, breathing hard… the smoothness of your shoulders, back and the curve of your ass reflected in the mirror, me still deep inside youFootsteps: “Sir, you seem to be taking a long time”Smiling, you reply “Oh, I think he found what I came for…”Silence, and very swiftly retreating footsteps… You grab your coat, slip into it, shoes, bag… one deep kiss and you’re gone, leaving me with a grin on my face and a lot of explaining to do…

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