Lacy Things (4 page)

Even a kiss wouldn’t prevent him from giving himself to her.  As John felt her slithering tongue inside his mouth, he slowed, but never stopped.  She bit his lip, and he fought back forcefully, his tongue like a reminder of his cock.

She moaned, he moaned; a perfect cadence of sexual bliss had encompassed the room then.  He pushed her back gently, and stared into those tantalizing blue eyes.

“It’s time,” he simply stated.

She slowly pried herself from his rigid dick, and kept her balance briefly before she fell to her knees.  Her hand replaced her eager pussy, his cock still slippery from her warm juices.  She moved with forceful motions, tightly grasping him, rising and falling, quicker every moment.  John leaned back, steadying himself with stiff arms against the seat.  He quieted a sharp set of grunts then, but was silenced completely as Krystal took him within her again, her lips pressing against him.

He erupted inside her then, a warm, salty-sweet secretion that she managed with her tongue.  She moaned against that discharge, which only managed to summon more from him.  Slowly, the spurts became somewhat relenting, and she pulled away from him, swallowing what she had inside of her.  She took her thumb and wiped the rest from her lips.

John looked down at Krystal, the beautiful stranger he had followed into the lingerie store, licking his cum from her soft lips. He took in her naked form, wearing only black lace thigh highs. For the first time, Krystal noticed the sweat upon his brow.  She smiled mischievously, and he could only shake his head and grin in return.

“So, I suppose this means I can see you again?” he asked jokingly with shaky breaths.

Krystal noticed his smile was huge and his body looked utterly deflated in pleasure.  She knew he wanted her, and she had him completely.

Then she remembered the gymnast being fucked savagely by the man she loved on her kitchen counter top.

“No” she said in a defiant whisper, and turned around to gather her clothing from the floor.

John looked incredulous, and blinked dumbly at her bare backside.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” he asked, thinking she was still playing a game with him.

She waited until her clothes were back on to reply, and the pile of lingerie was back in her shopping basket.  She bent her face close to his lips, and he could smell himself on her hot breath.  She brushed past his lips and made her way to his right ear, nibbling the lobe.  His body noticeably shivered as he struggled to sit upright.

“I mean,” she whispered slowly, “I only came in here to try a few things on, and I wanted your opinion.”  She pulled back, and the look in his eyes reminded her of a dog’s look of confusion when you throw an imaginary ball into the distance, pretending to play fetch.  “Thanks” she said dismissively, and walked out of the dressing room swinging her hips wildly as she walked.

At the checkout, the beautiful blonde woman stood alone, back in her original clothes, but with a tint of satisfied red tinting her skin.  She had an entire pile of black lace lingerie resting upon her arm, and though she was sure some of them wouldn’t fit the way she wanted them to, she decided she liked the feeling of lacy things against her skin. Her legs ached, her pussy was sore, and she could feel the bruises forming where her mystery man had roughly gripped her back.  As the cashier took her credit card, she noticed the well-dressed man walking toward the exit on the opposite side of the store, looking disheveled and dejected.

As their gazes met, she smiled, and gave him a playful wink.