I knew what he wanted, but I was still scared. So without any warning, I straddle him, pulled my panties to the side, and impaled my self on him. He gasped his eyes widening and I hiss at the sudden intrusion of him inside me.
I don’t know why fucking him was so much easier than then sucking his cock. I thought about sucking him, I wanted to so much. I rose up and slid down again, moaning at how deep he was in me. I felt so full, and I thought about sucking him while I rose up and slid down, trying to go faster. He was moaning beneath me, but I was too caught up in the sensations, to understand what he was saying. I kept picturing myself on my knees in front of him, and I rode him harder. I was caught somewhere between the fantasy in my head and the reality of his cock so deep and sharp inside me.
I looked at him again and attacked his mouth with mine. The feeling was still so new, and exciting. I sucked at his mouth hungrily, just like I wanted to do to his prick.
I was so caught up, I didn’t realize how loud I was being until someone knocked on the frame of the dressing room. His eyes widened, and he tried to hold my hips down, but the thought of someone outside listening to us, just drove me wilder and I kept riding up and slamming down, way to far gone to care. The knock came again and he said something to them.
I kept riding his prick, gasping and moaning at the feeling. He shuddered and I slammed down again. I felt him gush inside me, and it sent me over the edge. I must have started moaning way to loud, because his hand clamped over my mouth as I screamed my release. I went weak and wobbly as he helped me off him and guide me around to the bench. I slumped on the bench, trying to catch my breath, not noticing the goop that was leaking down my thighs.
Chris must have changed fast, the next thing I knew he was dressed holding the jeans and black shirt in one hand and helping me up with the other. We stumbled out of the dressing room and if I had any doubt how much was heard, it was put to rest by the blushing clerk, and the upset manager that were waiting on us.
I was still weak in the knees, as we stumbled past them to the cashier. I gave them my mom’s credit card, and the manager waited on us until we were done and escorted us to the door. The clerk from the dressing room came rushing over with our other bags we had forgotten. He blushed again as he handed them to us and we left.
As we drove back to my house, it finally caught up to me what just happened. I started laughing and Chris smiled over at me. He rubbed my thigh, and laughed. “You’re fucking crazy, babe!” I noticed the come now drying down my thigh and blushed. I was feeling embarrassed now that my urges where back in check.
“Oh, no you don’t.” he chuckled, as if reading my mind. He looked over at me, “That was fucking hot, and you are free to jump me anytime you want.” With a wink and squeeze of my thigh he turned back to the road.
FIN.
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NOTES: Notes for this set of stories are in my bio. This is a true story. Please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.