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Cloths Shopping
This past weekend my lovely lady asked me to go shopping with her; she needed more office appropriate cloths. Of course I wasn't completely thrilled about the prospect, but I love her and she said she would make it worth my time. One great aspect is that she really doesn't like cloths shopping either. So off we go.
She picks out a few options and heads for the fitting rooms. She glances at me and asks if I would assist her in deciding. I look around and the store is empty. So I follow her into the fitting room.
The first item she tries on is a halter top. Which means she has removed the blouse she wore in. Of course I couldn't help myself and began to caress her breasts. I suppose she wanted to encourage me to assist her future shopping. She reached down, cupped my wood in her hands, and began mouthing my flute. She slid me in till I felt the resistance of her throat, then she stood up and smiled at me. She can be a tease like that.
After trying on a jacket, she bent over and sucked me in again. This time she held her throat against my stiffening wood, pushing just enough to make me want to thrust forward. Then she pulled off and wiped her lips with my head. She asked how I was enjoying the shopping. Of course I responded with an affirmative.
She then removed her jeans to try on some slacks. But before she slid the slacks on, she slid me back to her throat. Then she looked up at me with those loving eyes, and pushed forward. My wanting member popped down her throat like a cork coming out of a champagne bottle. I instinctively held her head while we both tried to keep quiet.
She pulled back and gave me a seductive, loving smile as she used me like a paint brush to smear her silava and my pre cum over her face. Then she smiled. Turned around, and slid the new slacks on.
The slacks didn't fit well, so she removed them. When she turned to retrieve her jeans from the floor, all I saw was her black, lacey , thong hugging her magnificent ass. I had to touch. She remained bent over, her hands quietly reaching to brace against the wall. I slid my fingers past the wet thong and felt how wanting she was. Just as I was about to slide my masculinity in her, we heard rustling near the entrance to the fitting rooms. We froze. We listened. We talked as if deciding which cloths to buy. Then decided not to push our luck. But before she finished putting her cloths on, I wrapped my hands around her neck and felt it swell from my excitement filling her throat one more time.
While my lovely lady paid for her new duds, I pretended to amuse myself with trinkets hanging on a display. It was all a ruse to keep my American bulge pointed away from the sales associate.
Best shopping trip ever!!