He walked through the mall in a leisurely fashion, neither in a hurry nor wanting to be there. Shopping for birthday gifts was never a favorite activity of his, partly because he didn’t view birthdays as important as most people. This time, however, it was even more of a chore, an obligation, not an opportunity to find something unique or precious with which to surprise a loved one.
His wife’s picky and expensive tastes had nearly always made this difficult, but in the present state of their marriage, he hoped only to avoid yet another argument with his selection, or the lack of one. He recalled in the past how something on the more intimate side might inspire a more intimate evening with her, but the word intimacy had not only dropped from their vocabulary, but from their lives as well.
He walked from store to store, staying only a few minutes in the smaller boutiques and wandering a little longer in the department stores, hoping something would jump out as an obvious choice. He even visited some stores a second time with a new idea in mind. Another might give up on the mall after walking from one end to the other and back, but he knew he wouldn’t find anything that came even close to her fussy desires in any strip mall, and this mall’s casual, unhurried atmosphere was actually more relaxing than being at home with her.
He’d been told that, even on weekends, such enclosed malls were no longer the bustling center of activity they used to be, but on a weeknight, the lack of patrons would have any shop owner reconsidering the wisdom of renewing a lease. The only effect on him was the lack of eye candy that used to make visits here with his wife, even in the good days, a more pleasant task.
When he was young, he’d spend a Saturday with male friends, wandering through the crowds, catching sight of girls his age wearing provocative clothes: tiny, tight shorts, crop tops that made even modest breasts enticing, short skirts that had him hoping for a reason for them to bend and reveal. Even older women, who’d realized just the suggestion of something sexy was as enticing as revealing it outright, caught his eye back then and gradually became the focus of his attentions as he aged. Though even now, in his early thirties, a cute co-ed showing more than her share of flesh got a rise out of him.
He left a small costume jewelry store and found himself walking behind a gorgeous redhead – from the back, anyway – wearing tight black leggings and a white crop top with a fair amount of midriff exposed. Instantly taken back to the days when a view like this was his purpose for being at the mall, he followed for a while. Her body moved sensually, but not overtly. She drew attention to her long ginger hair, her fingers repeatedly passing through the wavy tresses. He must have walked half the mall behind her before he remembered his reason for being there and walked into a hat store to try again for the gift.
Finding nothing, he exited and quickly found himself behind the redhead again, marveling at the coincidence. This time, her perfect ass grabbed his attention, amazed at the way her panties, or lack thereof, allowed the stretchy pants to reveal the exact shape of her enticing cheeks as they slid past each other with every step. As before, he followed longer than he should, imagining his face stuffed into such a sumptuous example of the female bottom.
Again, he peeled off, this time into Victoria’s Secret, inanimate mannequin asses in cheekies and boy shorts diverting his attention from the redhead’s. He shook his head, as though to clear his mind from the prurient thoughts. He looked around the store, knowing any type of underwear was out of the question as his wife would laugh at the knowledge that he’d never see them on her. He thought a robe or a set of PJ’s might be appreciated, but even Victoria’s high prices were probably considered too cheap for her tastes. He looked for something that seemed expensive, but, failing that, he left.
He smiled broadly when once again he found himself walking behind the sexy ginger. She turned to look at something, just enough for him to see some of her pretty face and a side view of a pair of perfect tits. Her bare midriff had him imagining a flat tummy and cute little belly button that he’d love to lick and kiss on his way from her tits to her pussy.
He convinced himself that her appearing for the third time was no coincidence and decided to test his theory by quickly sidestepping into whatever the next store was. He laughed out loud, as his wife would if he gave her a baseball cap, but he stayed in the store a bit longer than the others, feigning interest in a brightly colored cap of his college football team.
He waited several minutes, keeping an eye out the door, before stepping back into the mall. He’d taken a few dozen steps without seeing her and chided himself first for letting her get away, and then for thinking he had any chance with her to begin with. He didn’t see her walking up behind him.
“Hello, handsome! Bet you’re wondering who’s following who!” she said in a sexy, almost-whisper, and took his arm.
“Hello, Ginger! The thought had occurred to me,” he said, trying his best to play it cool.
“I guess you can call me Ginger. It’s better than Red!” she quipped.
He looked into her green/gold eyes, taking in her beautiful face with lusciously full lips and a perfectly shaped nose. Her smile seemed to say, ‘I want you.’
“So, what are we doing, hun? Shopping for wifey?” she asked with raised eyebrows as they continued walking, looking every bit the romantic young couple.
“Yeah, you could say that,” he replied, a bit out of practice in such situations, but it was coming back to him.
“Birthday or anniversary?”
“Birthday, but no matter …”
“No matter what you get it’s not good enough?” she interrupted, completing his sentence.
“She has expensive tastes,” he said, and suddenly felt her pulling him into the alcove of an unoccupied storefront. She turned to face him, grabbing his face and shoving her tongue in his mouth, leaving no doubt about what she wanted.
“Well, I don’t need any gifts, hun! I just want you!” she said, grabbing his crotch and humming her appreciation of his semi-erect size.
“You’ve got me, Ginger!” he said, having decided at that moment that he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this, and putting one hand on her cheek, kissed her softly at first, but quickly progressing to passion. His hands on her back slid down to her ass and pulled her against the growing lump in his pants.
“Mmm, you want my ass, hun?” she started as he squeezed her cheeks and pulled them apart. “You don’t want to spank me, do you?”
“What, you don’t like getting spanked?” he said, smacking each cheek once.
“No, I love getting spanked, but I have something else in mind for you!” she replied, biting her smiling lip.
“And what would that be, Ginger?”
“Well, first I want to suck your cock!” she said, grabbing his crotch again, rubbing and squeezing with intent this time. “And then I want to sit on your face!” she said, searching his eyes for a reaction. “Think you can make me cum on your face with just your tongue?” she challenged, seeing his crooked smile.
“As many times as you want!” he said, tossing the ball back to her. “Where?”
“Come with me!” she said, grabbing his arm again and walking back into the mall. She tried to look casual, but anyone would see she was on a mission. She led him to a utility corridor where restrooms, maintenance closets, and a few offices were located. Stopping at one with a ‘Mall Security’ sign on the door, she pushed it open and dragged him inside, flipping on an overhead, overbright, and overbearing fluorescent light.
While she went to turn on a more subdued table lamp, he looked around the small, closet-like office. A government-issue metal desk had a steno-chair behind it and two armless wire-frame plastic chairs in front. On the wall behind the desk, above a narrow credenza, were a couple of framed certificates of something, maybe diplomas? The other walls displayed threatening posters about shoplifting.
Two seemingly incongruous features caught his eye. The first was an old leather loveseat, jammed in the corner of the side wall, and the other was a neat desktop devoid of anything except a nameplate declaring this the office of Julianne Jameson.
“Julianne? Is that you?” he asked as she shut the overhead light off and jammed her body up against his, pushing her crotch into the even larger bulge in his.
“Nah. She’s a friend who lets me borrow her office from time to time,” she answered in a way that had him doubting her. “Now, where were we?” she asked after a forceful kiss that had her tongue practically reaching his throat.
With her hands on his ass, she was humming aloud as he took her tits in hand, his smile telling her they were a perfect handful. Pushing her crop top up, they swelled as though inflating outside the confines of her top, and he bent to kiss and lick the nipples that had been protruding through her top, even back in the mall. She let go of his ass to quickly tear the top off and push her incredible tits into his welcoming mouth.
Taking a couple of steps back to sit on the edge of the desk, she pulled him along with her hand on the back of his head, mashing his face into and between her tits. Moving his mouth from nipple to nipple, she let his hand keep the other occupied, loving the feel of his licking tongue and nibbling lips. ‘I got a good one this time!’ she thought to herself.
He seemed to know when she’d had enough, though he could have continued loving such flawless breasts for quite a bit longer. When he stood up, she started working on the buttons of his dress shirt. With her starting at the top and him at the bottom, they were open in seconds, the shirt discarded on the floor immediately thereafter.
Sliding off the desk, she knelt at his feet, and after a few strokes of the lump in his pants that had her smiling, she made quick work of opening his pants and pulling them and his shoes off. She briefly looked up at his smiling eyes with her lower lip firmly between her teeth before her attention was drawn to his tight briefs, revealing the veiny object of her desire. She let her hands play for a minute, fighting the urge to rush the removal of the last article of clothing he wore to see what she’d be allowing into her body.
“Oh yeah! That’s good, Ginger! Really good!” he enthused, feeling one hand in front and the other in back working in concert to get him ready for the big reveal.
“Let’s see what you’ve got here!” she said, knowing quite a bit already from her exploring fingers. “Ooo!” she cooed as she drew the elastic down, letting it out slowly. “Mmm, just the right size! Big!”
“Oh fuck!” he gasped as the tip dropped lightly onto her waiting tongue.
“Not yet, hun. That comes later!” she said before inhaling his cock until her nose felt the itch of his closely trimmed pubes.
“Ho, ho, ho, boy!” he panted, feeling her lips, tongue, and constricting throat working together to have him worrying how quickly he’d cum. The last time he’d been taken in so deeply was with a girl in college who had quite a reputation for finding the biggest cocks on campus for her favorite quickie sex.
“Sit on the sofa!” she said, edging him after feeling his thighs quivering under the strain to hold it back and remain standing.
He sat on the edge with his legs out straight and his cock back in her mouth before he’d even sat back. With her hands on his ass, she tugged his body till he was half on/half off the edge of the cushion. He felt her fingers circle the base tightly as her head lifted only high enough to take a breath, like a swimmer who turned her head on each stroke to gulp air.
She loved surprising an unsuspecting man with her cocksucking talents, always in awe at how long they remained deep in her mouth. It wasn’t long before she could feel the pulsing muscles behind her constricting finger. Gripping a little tighter, she concentrated on the last couple of inches, her tongue flicking the underside of his glans. She could hear him groaning as his cock begged for release, until …
“Oh my G … Fuck!” he cried as his hips jerked in sync with each shot like a firework, the sparks in his mind’s eye. He fell back on the sofa, having risen off it with the strain of holding it back, his body trembling even longer as she continued stroking and sucking.
He was about to find out about her second fellating talent as she shifted gears from prolonging one orgasm to starting him on his way to another. He didn’t even realize, assuming her efforts were to enhance what she’d already wrought, but when both hands got involved, one stroking ahead of her mouth and the other’s finger pushing into his bottom, he began gasping anew, though still in disbelief. He became a believer when he felt himself growing again.
She smiled around his cock when she saw him looking at her as though witnessing an improbable magic trick. Repeating everything she’d done before, but at a breakneck pace, it didn’t take long to get her second helping of cum, landing on her tongue to savor the taste. She used only her hands to soothe his quaking, then quivering body as he gasped for breath.
She wasn’t just giving something she enjoyed, but inspiring him to show an even greater level of gratitude, most men feeling they had something to prove; that they could render her as helpless as she had them.
“Slide forward to sit on the floor, and lay your head back on the cushion,” she instructed, getting a little impatient when he took longer than most to recover. “That’s it,” she said as she stood over him, her feet on either side of his hips. With her fingers in the waist of her leggings, she peeled them down, watching his face light up like a child shown a new toy when the saturated triangle of her g-string came into view, stuck firmly to the wet lips of her pussy.
His eyes stayed glued to her pussy, the sodden, almost translucent patch of white displaying an enticing cameltoe view of her shaven pussy he couldn’t wait to eat; a pleasant contrast to his wife’s hairy version. He only noticed her leggings were gone when her fingers gripped the waist strings and started lowering them as well. She made a show of peeling them away from her sticky lips, tendrils of her juice stretching inches before breaking. Lifting each leg in turn, she removed them while still standing over him.
“Open!” she demanded with the gooey triangle inches from his lips before stuffing it into his mouth. “Taste!”
“Mmm!” he hummed as he smelled and sucked her essence from the absorbent fabric, relishing it like a tasty appetizer. “More, please!” he pleaded after dropping the panties on top of her discarded leggings.
“Here you go, hun!” she sighed as she climbed onto the sofa on her knees, his face still between her legs. She moved a bit fore and aft before aligning just right and covering his mouth with her soft, meaty lips. “Remember! No hands! Ohh, yeah!” she cried when she felt his tongue slithering through her slit.
She loved sitting on a lover’s face, but didn’t see it as a dominating act like so many. Moving her hips over his facial features and squirmy tongue provided a level of participation in her pleasure she didn’t get when just lying back with a tongue between her legs. It was even better when he enjoyed it as a way to please her rather than to fulfill a demand or obligation; his willingness to give in such a stimulating way fed her growing desire.
“Ohhh! That’s it, hun!” she encouraged as his tongue seemed to go just where she wanted it while her rocking hips kept her lips splayed from his nose to his chin.
“Mmm!” he hummed into her sloppy wet crotch as she pushed down, forcing his head into the cushion.
“Oh, God! Eat me, baby! Eat my cunt!” she cried when he’d sucked her lips into his mouth and devoured her pussy like the sweet peach it was. “Yeah! Yeah! Oh fuck! Here it comes, baby!” Her body stiffened as the pearly white nectar flowed over his face and into his mouth. “Ooo, yeah! That was good!” she said, and before she could say ‘do it again,’ she felt his hands on her ass pulling her back onto his face, building on the remaining euphoria before it dissipated.
She held still, letting him drive this time, and was quickly moaning to the tune of his tongue. Up and down her slit it went, poking inside at the bottom, and probing for her clit at the top. With his hands still on her ass, he directed her over his somewhat stationary mouth, enjoying the feel of her firm, round cheeks. With his mouth moving side to side and her pussy fore and aft, he ran circles around her puss with his tongue, pressing on her clit with each rotation.
Her quickened breathing told him she was close again, so he concentrated on her clit, teasing it from beneath its hood, with nibbles and licks. Holding it between his lips, he motorboated her clit, getting it vibrating between his lips and …
“Oh, my God! I’m … I’m cum … cumming!” she cried in a high-pitched voice and gasping while another generous portion of her creamy syrup flowed over his mouth and chin. Her body shook as she bent to grab his head, mashing it into her twitching cunt to extend the rapture. When she let go, rising up off his face, her body continued to quake for a few moments until his hands on her ass were pulling her down again, his head rising to meet her halfway. “Oh, fuck! Again!?” she shrieked and fell forward with her hands on the back of the sofa to support her.
With some space between them now, his fingers slipped into her pussy, defying her ‘tongue only’ rule. With a hand on her ass, he pulled his face up to her pussy again, flicking his wicked tongue, darting all over, but when he settled once again on her clit, her quick panting and strained moaning signaled another climax close at hand. Amping everything up, he added a finger pressing her bumhole, which turned out to be the trigger, and again his face was awash with her creamy cum.
“No more! No more!” she repeated as she rolled to one side, falling hard onto the sofa’s cushions, afraid he might try again. She curled up on the sofa, putting her head in his lap when he joined her.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I’m especially good on the fourth one,” he bragged, and she chuckled through labored breaths, thinking her good one assessment of him wasn’t good enough.
“I’ve got one good fuck left in me,” she said, appreciating his gentle soothing hands, one stroking her hair and neck, the other on her back. “But you’re gonna have to do all the work, hun,” she added, sitting up and then standing. She pulled one of the seat cushions off the sofa, placed it on the desk, and bent over it, saying, “C’mon, baby! Fuck me as good as you licked me!” and wiggling her gorgeous ass, inviting him in.
Standing behind her with cock in hand, he ran the tip through her slit a few times for some additional lubrication. She arched her back, offering him her coveted pussy, gasping and grunting as he slid slowly in, punching the last inch in with a jerk of his hips.
“Oh fuck, yeah!” she cried as his just the right size cock filled her up. “Come on! Give it to me, hun! Fuck me!” she demanded when he started with short, gentle strokes. “Yeah! That’s it! Fuck me!” she cried as he hammered her dripping cunt.
“Oh, God, yes!” he roared, the realization of how long it had been since he’d felt the inside of such a tight and silky smooth pussy.
He didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for cheating on the woman who’d been nothing but a shrew, offering him her pleasures only when it suited her, which wasn’t often. He banished thoughts of her and returned to the extraordinary delight of fucking this beautiful, wanton woman.
“Oh, yeah! C’mon, baby! Fuck me good! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh fuuuccckkk!” she cried as she came, and having used up what energy she had left pushing back against his forceful thrusts, collapsed on the sofa cushion with her body and thighs trembling.
“Come on, Ginger! You’ve got one more left for me, don’t you?” he asked and smacked her ass a few times, remembering her claim about being spanked.
It seemed to rouse her from her exhaustion as she groaned in response to his ever-increasing pace and the sound of his hips smacking into hers when he wasn’t throwing in a few spanks. He was close, but he wanted her to cum again, if not with him, before him, so he reached around and diddled her clit while slowing down to offer strong, hard punches into her pussy, grunting with each lunge.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she gasped as a silent scream on her lips accompanied him unloading into her frothing pussy.
Leaning over her back, they shook together in the incredible aftermath. When he stood, he pulled her up with him, wrapping his arms around to hold her perfect tits, gently massaging for comfort while kissing her neck and shoulders. She melted into his arms, loving the feeling of this still giving man holding and caressing her as something precious.
“You’re one in a million, hun!” she said as she turned to kiss him tenderly before pulling away to retrieve her clothes.
“I still have to find a gift,” he complained as he dressed as well.
“Get her a nice scarf. You can never have too many of those,” she offered dismissively.
She was dressed exactly as when he’d met her when he stopped to look, but there was a beautiful innocence about her that belied the predatory way she’d taken him in.
“What?” she asked, noticing his stare, but got no reply. “You might want to wipe me off your face in the restroom across the hall,” she said with a smile.
“Will we … meet … again?” he asked, standing in the open doorway.
“Not likely,” she responded initially, but after another thought, she added, “Maybe,” and closed the door.
He smiled as he looked in the mirror in the restroom, surprised at how much of her was still on his face. He almost wished he could leave it there, but turned the water on and cleaned it off. Drying his face with the coarse brown towels from the dispenser, he smiled in the mirror again, realizing he’d actually found the perfect gift – for him.
He left the restroom and corridor feeling happier than he had in ages. He went straight to Macy’s and bought the first scarf he saw. Walking out of the store, he tossed the receipt in the trash bin, knowing full well his wife would want to return it.
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