Imagine you’re in a clothes shop, it’s late in the day and there’s hardly anyone in there, and you’re browsing along the racks, killing time until your wife comes up from another floor. It’s one of those long rails with all the special offers hanging on, so you’re just working your way along, bored.
After a couple of minutes you hear me say, quietly, “Hello, fancy seeing you here”. I’m just on the other side of the rail, a couple of feet away. I’d been doing the same as you, browsing along, and here we are, meeting in the middle. You meet my gaze, and smile back, a familiar warmth starting between your legs as you remember the last time we were together, a couple of weeks ago, when I expertly drained your balls on one of your regular visits.
Then a moment of panic as you remember your wife, and you look around quickly, breathing a sigh of relief as she’s nowhere in sight. You see a mischievous glint in my eye as I watch you.
“Just you and me Hun” I say, “want to buy me a new top?” and I hold up a really nice blouse I have my eye on.
“Why would I do that?” you say, matching my thinking and grinning. And with that I disappear from your sight for a moment, before you see my arm reach out from under the rail, grab you by the belt, and pull you tighter into the clothes on the rail. I’m kneeling down under the clothes, in the middle of the rail, hidden from view, and you now look as though you’re just leaning in.
Before you have chance to pull away, or even object, you feel your zipper sliding down and a warm hand deftly pushing in, searching. You can’t help yourself, you’re getting hard, and I struggle a bit, but manage to pull your cock free. You look around, but we’re still alone, and unless someone was standing right by us, no one can see what’s going on.
I start to stroke you, stop to spit on the end of your cock to get you wet, and then pick up the pace. You feel a rush of adrenaline, this is so risky. We’re in public, your wife could appear at any time and you’re risking arrest and divorce. But there’s no way you’re stopping now. You know my skills, and the element of danger is only making you hornier.
You’re more turned on then you have been in years, and I feel the excitement in your cock – you’re bigger and harder than ever. You’re breathing is shallow and fast, and you can feel the pressure building, you’re so close.
But shit, your wife’s just stepping out of the lift on the other side of the store, looking around for you. What do you do? You can’t get caught. But you’re so close! Fuck, what do you do?
Then she spots something on a shelf and turns in the other direction.
Fuck, the relief!
And you explode, spunk pumping from your cock, again and again, as my hand milks you dry from under the clothes, draining you once again just the way I know you like.
Then I’m gone. You see the clothes on the rail shuffle as I back out, and you quickly push your softening cock back into your trousers, just in time for your wife to wave at you and beckon you to go over.
Flustered, you do a final straighten and turn to go to her, when you hear cough.
I’m standing on the other side of the rail again, holding up the blouse. “Don’t forget to pay me for this on your next visit”, I say with a wicked glint in my eye, knowing you’ll be booking an appointment as soon as you get a moment to yourself.
And as we part you notice the long stream of spunk on the front of my top, and I dip my finger in your warm cum, lick my finger, and send you on your way with a sexy wave.
One for the wank bank there boys ;0) S xxx
Sensual Samantha 