Shopping for clothes was one of my biggest nightmares. I know, I’m a girl, I’m meant to enjoy spending all my hard earned money on flimsy little dresses; but I hated it! I hated walking into those shops, hated trying on the clothes, and hated buying them. If I had a perfectly good pair of jeans, there was no point in buying another pair now, was there?
Which was why I was sulking as I walked into my local ‘Topshop’ on a Saturday afternoon, soaked from the unexpected thunderstorm. I needed some new blouses. I’d needed them for a while but I’d put off this trip as long as possible and now that my niece had torn the sleeve off my last one, it was time to face the fitting room. I know; I’m a bit over dramatic but, what the hell.
Anyway, so there I was, checking out the stupid shirts on one of those rails when this hot, and I mean hot,
guy appeared next to me.
“Hi,” he said with a little smirk, as he took in my drenched appearance.
Man, I nearly did a double take. He had this dark brown hair, which was kind of floppy, and it looked so soft; I just wanted to run my fingers through it. He towered over me at about 6' 2", and his eyes were this gorgeous dark green colour. It was a while before I responded.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
He grinned, showing a flash of white teeth, “Well, I think I should be asking that question. I work here. Can I
I blushed slightly. He worked here? Man, I would have thought he was a model with that body!
“No, thank you. I’m fine, just getting some blouses for work.”
He looked at the boring white shirt in my hand and smirked.
“Maybe you need something a little more…..sexy,” he said with a wink. What the fuck?
He reached past me and pulled a rather more daring blouse off the rail.
‘This will show off your body a tiny bit more.’ He said with a grin.
I looked at him in disgust. “Did I mention that these are for work
He shrugged, “I’d give you a job any day if you walked in wearing this one.”
I snorted in disbelief, and turned away, checking out some more of the shirts. Hot guy drifted off and I breathed a sigh of relief. What a flirt! I couldn’t help being pleased though. He was so
I turned and made my way to the fitting room. This was another thing I hated about clothes shopping. The fitting rooms. There were mirrors everywhere! I didn’t really care about how I looked from every single angle; I just wanted a front and a back view. Was that too much to ask?
I stepped into one of the cubicles and shut the door. The lock was broken. What the fuck? I sighed. Well, I’d only be a minute and since this was the ladies section of the store, I was hardly afraid of a bloke strolling in.
Could I have been more wrong?
I was standing with my shirt off, about to put my arm into the sleeve of one of the blouses, when the door swung open. Fucking great. I was about to give the stupid moron an earful when I realised it was none other than hot guy. Jesus! I grabbed my t-shirt and held it up against my chest, turning around.
“I’ve already seen.” He said with a grin. I looked up and our eyes met in the mirror.
He walked over, bold as brass and stood behind me; our eyes locked together in the reflection.
“You might as well put that down,” he said, gesturing at my t shirt.
“Get out of here,” I said.
“You don’t mean that.”
I was about to say, "yes, I did fucking mean it," when I felt him pressing against me, a familiar stiffness at my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked in shock. But I didn’t move away.
His hands came out and took hold of my waist. “You are fucking hot,” he said and then; “There’s no one else on this floor. How about you and I spend some quality time with each other?” What?
“I don’t even know your name,” I said desperately, the feel of his rough jeans oh-so tempting.
“Rob,” he said, winking at me in the mirror. “What’s yours?”
,” he said, “What do you say?”
I didn’t answer, just dropped my t shirt to the floor. What the hell was I doing?
Rob grinned, let go of my waist and I felt his hands behind me as he undid his jeans. For some reason, I followed suit. I don’t know what the hell I was doing, all I knew was that this hot guy wanted to get it on with me and I hadn’t been laid in a month. I was not complaining.
Rob’s hands came up, cupped my tits, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror as he pulled gently on my nipples. I couldn’t look away. I was mesmerised. One of his hands went south, to my loosened jeans and slipped inside. In the mirror, I could see the outline of his fingers as they pushed past the underwear and felt my wet cunt.
“Oh, yes,” he murmured. He bent his legs slightly and I felt his erection pressed up against my ass crack, making me gasp slightly as I felt how hard it was. With one hand still playing with my pussy, he dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor, smiling at me in the mirror. My stomach clenched as he pushed my jeans and pants down too, so I was pretty much naked. His fingers had sought out my clit and he was teasing me, bringing me close before pulling his fingers away, so I pushed harder against him. The feel of his bare cock against my ass was too much to bear and I reached around, stroked it, and heard his stifled groan.
His fingers left my cunt and he stepped out of his jeans and boxers which were still around his ankles. I did the same. He pulled me up against him again but this time so we were facing each other. He picked my 105 lb. frame up off the floor quite easily and pressed me up against one of the mirrors. We paused for a minute, just looking at each other before he said,
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
Sure of himself, wasn’t he? But I didn’t complain as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started pushing into me, every sound we made, piercing through the silence. I was gasping slightly at the effort of taking his dick. It was big. That was the only word I could think of as I shut my eyes tight.
“Big,” I gasped, “So big….”
I felt I was going to be pushed through the mirror until, eventually, he was fully inside me and I opened my eyes to see his amused green ones.
“You’ve got a tight pussy, Anne,” he whispered.
It felt so wrong, for this stranger to be buried completely inside me, telling me how tight I was;but at the same time, I felt this feeling of joy spark inside me. It’d been a while since I’d done something so, well, wrong, and I was getting a thrill from it. An amazing thrill.
Rob pulled out of me and slammed back in. Slammed
. I was sure the mirror behind me would break as I moaned out loud.
‘Shhh.’ I shoved my knuckles in my mouth as he began fucking me vigorously, stretching me, filling me, making me light headed. My muffled screams combined with his hoarse grunts made me even more excited. My pussy was soaked, easing Rob’s passage and his hair was brushing my face. It was damn good.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” Rob whispered in my ear as I moaned in delight.
I pulled my knuckles out of my mouth. “Me?!” I gasped, “You’re the slut! You should be working!”
Rob grinned, his fingers digging into my sweaty thighs. “A man can’t be a slut.”
“You’re a man-whore,” I said, leaning my head back as he went deeper, faster.
I felt his teeth graze my neck and he nipped making me cry out.
“Take it back,” he said, and he stopped moving inside me.
He smirked, cockily, “Fine, this is over.”
“Wait!” I hadn’t even cum yet.
“Apologise. Tell me what you are, beg me, and I’ll give it to you.”
His green eyes seemed more evil than gorgeous at this moment in time and I sighed.
“OK.” His cock began to slide from my tight passage. I clenched around it desperately and he raised an eyebrow.
“Fine.” I said, defeated, “I’m sorry. You’re not a man-whore. I am
a slut and I want you to fuck me again, right now.”
Rob grinned. “And? Talk dirty to me.”
I took a long shuddery breath, “I want your thick cock to stretch my tight little cunt. I want you to drill me until I cum like a slut. I want you to cum inside me. Damn it, please Rob! Please!”
He didn’t answer, just thrust back up into me making me yelp.
“You’re not a slut.” He whispered. “You’re my
slut. You got that?”
I nodded, moaning. I opened my eyes looked over his shoulder, and could see him fucking me in the mirror. I looked to the side reflection and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was so hot! I could actually see his dick going into my cunt and then coming out. He followed my gaze and grinned.
“That’s the best porn I’ve seen in a while.”
I was moaning by now, he was fucking me so
hard and so
fast. I tightened my legs around his waist as I began to orgasm,
“Rob, yes, there, oh, yes!”
My heart was pounding, the blood roaring in my eardrums as I came hard, moaning like a mad woman. My pussy ground down hard on Rob’s intruding cock and he grunted.
“Yes. YES. OH, fuck YEAH!"
He came inside me, thrusting in a couple more times as I felt myself fill up with his hot seed. I was moaning, my head on his shoulder as his hands wrapped around my waist and put me down on the floor. His dick slid out of me and I slumped on the bench, reaching for my jeans.
Rob had already got his boxers on and was reaching for his jeans when we heard a tap on the door.
“Is anyone in there?”
I looked at Rob, terrified.
“Hello?” It was a woman’s voice.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I, uh, I’ll just be a minute.”
I heard the sound of heels fading away and hurriedly dressed, picking up my bag from the floor. Rob picked up the blouses.
“Shall I ring these up for you?”
I rolled my eyes, opened the door and walked out, cool as a cucumber. A few seconds later Rob followed behind. I paid for the shirts, not meeting his eyes and it was only when I got home that I noticed the scrap of paper he’d left in the carrier bag. Call me. Rob. xx
And there was a phone number.
As if. I scrunched it up and flushed it down the toilet. I didn’t want a date…..
But something in the back of my mind told me that I’d be going to ‘Topshop’ a lot more often…..
Maybe shopping isn’t so bad after all….
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