Sex in Montpellier

*”The Inevitability Of It All…”*

“EDITED BY:

Miriam Belle

CREATIVE CONSULTANT:

Simply_Cyn

Author’s Note:

“When they have you by the balls, they really know how to squeeze…”"

***

It was around one in the morning when I opened my eyes. At first, I was a little confused as I slowly focused on the strange room around me. I felt a brief moment of panic as I registered I was not in my own room. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I remembered where I was. Sheila was spooned behind me, her thighs tucked up behind mine as she caressed my shoulder. Her breath was hot and wonderful on the back of my neck. The combination of her exotic perfume and the scent of her hair made me feel so content as I smiled in the dim light of our room at the Freeling Hotel.

“You’re cute when you sleep,” she said into my ear.

“I thought I was cute all the time?” I said with a mock hurt.

“No,” she kissed the back of neck, her body so soft against mine, “You’re irresistible all the time.”

“Now is no time to suck up,” I said, never before having been so genuinely flattered. It was amazing and strange at the same time, being here with a woman who was not only the most attractive I had ever seen, and maybe the end all be all of lovers for me at the age of eighteen, but also the mother of my best friend.

Sheila was quiet for a moment. “It’s wrong what we’re doing, you know.”

“All four times tonight?” I asked, “Should I have done the swirly thing with my tongue when I went down on you that last time?”

“No,” she laughed, hugging me close, “I mean this…us… right now I feel like this is like being in bed with Dustin Hoffman.”

“Which movie was that?” I smiled to myself, “Uh, ‘Rain Man’, right?”

“No,” she grinned.

“Hook?”

“What?” she laughed again.

“Oh wait, I know this one. It’s a classic,” I said as I rubbed her thigh, “Marathon Man?”

“You’re a geek.”

“Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,” I said as I reached over to the nightstand and took a drink of water.

“Can you be serious for a minute?” she kissed my shoulder, “Please?”

“Absolutely,” I smiled, although I didn’t really want to see where this was going if she was going to start feeling guilty.

“Doug, I feel like I’m fucking you over.”

“Well, you sort of are… four times tonight so far…”

She smiled despite herself. “You know what I mean. You’re eighteen years old, and I’m old enough to be your mother. I’m forty-five. If anyone ever found out…”

“No one is going to find out,” I reassured her, pulling her close to me as I turned to face her. She rested her head on my chest as we settled and got comfortable.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Do you think anyone here recognized us? Do you think anyone here even cares? We’re an hour away from everyone and everything we know. I think we’re safe.”

There was a moment of silence between us.

“I just don’t want you to regret any of this,” she said softly, her vulnerability thick like a heavy smoke, encircling her.

“Sheila,” I said, trying to pick just the right words, “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. The only thing I regret is that it didn’t happen sooner.”

Sheila chuckled. “Any sooner, and it would’ve been considered an expression of pedophilia.”

I felt her body shift against me, the heat of her leg draped across mine, the warm wetness of her crotch against my skin and the pressure of her large, perfect breasts. It was a feeling that years later I would look back on as being the first time I ever felt really secure. I felt safe with her, free of doubts or inhibitions about myself. Sheila made me feel confident and sexy, she made me feel like I was someone special and she did it all without even knowing she was doing it. It was like a second nature to her.

“Tom isn’t coming back,” she said bluntly, and I could feel her physically wince as she said his name, as if the words were razor blades tearing her throat apart as they left her mouth. “He packed up all his things and was gone by Wednesday evening. Elle took it really hard. She hasn’t said a word to me since.”

I frowned. “She hasn’t said anything to me about it, either. You’d think being her best friend would count against keeping secrets.”

Sheila looked at me slyly. “Do you tell Elle everything?”

“Touché.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Sheila sighed, “Everything is falling apart.”

“You can’t look at it that way,” I said as I ran my fingers through her silky, bronze hair, “Tom’s a prick, and we all know it. He’s been stepping out on you for awhile now, and he’s tired of being sneaky about it.”

“Sneaky?” she asked, “You know how many times I’ve found lipstick or perfume that’s not mine on his shirts… and his underwear?”

“Shit, he wanted you to know.”

“You think?”

“It’s so obvious. He wants you to leave him, to get mad and walk out that way he doesn’t have to initiate anything. Did he say he wanted a divorce before he left?”

“No.”

“Well there you go. Then he can look like a victim…”

Sheila sighed. “I hate him, Doug. I hate him for what he’s put me through. And he has the balls to accuse me of being the problem?”

“The guy’s a fuck,” I laughed as I squeezed her to me.

“A lousy fuck, in more ways than one.”

“That’s the spirit,” I said, deciding to change the subject, “Now, its time for a exercise in self-esteem.”

“Excuse me?” she looked at me.

“Your ego has been wrecked by that guy for years. Now repeat after me…”

“Oh my God,” she giggled.

“This only works if you repeat everything I say and mean it.”

“Okay,” she rested her chin on my chest.

“Say, ‘I, Sheila Crane, am without a doubt the sexiest woman over forty in the world, even sexier than Raquel Welch’.”

“I, Sheila Crane, am without a doubt the sexiest woman over forty in the world, even sexier than Raquel Welch.”

I nodded. “I have a beautiful smile…”

“I have a beautiful smile,” she repeated through a laugh, proving to me just how right I was about that smile.

“My eyes are mysterious, my ass is round and firm and my breasts gleefully defy gravity…”

She laughed and hugged me.

“And say that I, Doug, am the best lover you’re ever had. That my modestly large penis is the pinnacle of male achievement in a world of phallic obsession.”

“Now whose ego are we building?” she asked, her hand sliding down my chest, under the sheets and to my semi-erect cock. She began stroking me, her thumb rubbing over my glans and making my balls tingle.

“I just thought I’d slip that in there.”

“Well,” she kissed my neck as she stroked my slowly hardening cock, “You are on your way to being the best lover I’ve ever had, Doug. That’s no lie. And your cock is something special…”

“Oh go on,” I rolled my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her hand job, “No really, go on. Keep going.”

Sheila smiled. “You make me happy Doug, happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

“That’s what friends are for,” I smiled, her fingers caressing my scrotum.

“You sure you’re only eighteen?”

I nodded as she stroked my shaft to a healthy erection. As I lay there, I began to consider the very real possibility that Sheila was becoming more than just a friend to me. It was crazy; the very idea of our age difference would be laughed at and ridiculed if we ever took it beyond this. Maybe she was rebounding from her failed marriage? I figured maybe I was just caught up in the heat of our passion, carried away from common sense by our mutual attraction. But how could I help not being carried away by her? She was gorgeous, kind, smart and so damned sexy it could be considered a crime.

But something had happened to me between the drive to this hotel and found fruitition the moment we began dancing only a few hours ago. When she put her hands on me, under that intense light and the beat of the music dictating our direction and pace, I let go of all control over myself. I was simply with her, both of us an extension of the other, moving together toward something much bigger than ourselves. I knew that I didn’t know jack shit about the real world, and I knew even less about what a real relationship was, or what it even entailed. The only thing I knew for certain was she touched me and so precisely stimulated me that I was already missing her before she was gone.

I ached for her when she wasn’t there.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Oh,” I laughed, “I was just thinking about you.”

“And what were thinking?” she purred as she kissed my neck, her hands warm and tight around my thick shaft, slowly pumping up and down.

“That you’re amazing,” I murmured as she slid her body on top of mine, my hands caressing her ass as the sheets pulled down. Her pussy was clean-shaven and smooth against me. Her wet lips pressed against me as she necked on me.

“Keep going,” I felt her smile against my neck as she moved a little more and positioned her pussy on my shaft, grinding herself against me. I massaged her breasts slowly as we rubbed against each other. She was deft in every move, her every lick and touch a perfectly targeted erotic missile setting me on fire.

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.”

“Mmmm, nice,” she raised a brow and grinned wickedly at me as she began kissing her way down my chest, running her tongue over my pecs and nipples. As she went down, her breasts dragged on me and sent a shiver through my body. She stopped when her tits reached my cock, their silky smoothness against my shaft a sensation unlike any I had ever known before.

“Here Doug,” she said as she sat up on her knees, her body absolutely glowing in the pale lighting of the room, “Let me lay down, and you just straddle me.”

As we switched positions, I stupidly asked, “Why?”

She regarded me with a hint of playful sarcasm. “You do know how to tit-fuck?”

“Of course,” I replied as she settled in on the mattress. Her hair splayed out from her head like a dark shiny fan, her eyes looking at me expectantly as she cupped her breasts and squeezed them together. Her nipples poked out from between her fingers as I put one leg over her and straddled her torso. My balls rested against her smooth skin as I lowered my painfully throbbing seven and half inch cock between her tits. She pushed them together and I shuddered as their warmth enveloped me. I looked down and saw the head of my cock just barely peeking out of her cleavage, a shiny droplet of anticipatory pre-cum oozing out.

I began to slowly thrust against her tits, being careful not to crush her rib cage as I went. With each thrust, my cock would emerge from the crevasse of her breasts and she would quickly suck on me before I pulled back. The contrast of my swollen, almost purple head against her milky white flesh burned into my memory as the mixture of my pre-cum and her saliva lubed up my passage. Her tits seemed to roll and jiggle with every movement, her nipples erect like two dark rocks on twin white sand dunes.

“Yes baby, just like that,” she smiled as I started thrusting a little faster.

“Oh Sheila,” I managed as I felt my body preparing for the inevitable conclusion.

“I want you to cum for me, Doug,” she whispered, her eyes burning into mine.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I want you to cum on my tits,” she breathed, and just hearing her say that made me kick up my pace a notch. I had seen a lot of porn flicks where women moaned that phrase to men, and it was always a superficial turn on. But this was different. There was emotion behind the words, powered by passion and need. When Sheila said the words, with her sultry voice and the lust I felt behind her words, it was irresistible. She licked my head quickly again and said, “Cum on my face, Doug. I know you want to.”

“Yes,” I moaned, unable to think of any other reply as her words began to carry me away.

“Cum for me Doug,” she moaned.

I tried to yell out as I came, my fifth one for the night, but the combination of a slight rawness to my cock and the tingling of the orgasm only allowed for a gasp of air. My semen exploded across her neck and chin in a long, white rope of cum. I spurted again and again, releasing only a fraction of what I had done earlier, but still soaking her enough to make a mess.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I huffed as I began to lose my erection between her tits.

“Now Doug,” she ran her hand up my stomach lovingly, “You’re not winded are you?”

“No,” I collapsed on the bed, settling in close to her, and then added, “Yes.”

“I’ll bet I can get you up for another round.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah?”

“How?” I asked. I opened my eyes as she propped herself up on one arm. With her free index finger, she wiped up some of my cum off her neck, raised it to her lips as licked it off. She let me see my cum on her tongue for a moment before she swallowed it, and I felt my cock twitch. She then took her finger and scooped more of it off her neck and chin, and then rubbed it over her nipple. She began teasing the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling the wet nub back and forth.

“I want you to make love to me, Doug,” she whispered, her honesty and need so apparent that it made my heart break. It was the first heartbreak I’d ever known that hurt in a good way.

I kissed her without a word, and when my cock was ready, I entered her again and lost myself willingly to her once more.

***

A week later, Tom still hadn’t called Sheila to let her know where he was, and Elle still hadn’t said a word. I made it a point to be over at Sheila’s as much as I could, and as my final weeks of high school grinded out, I found myself less focused on my college endeavors. As a protest to the break-up, Elle had taken to staying with friends and pretty much telling her mom to fuck off, sometimes literally. And because she was eighteen, Sheila couldn’t do much about it. I got the impression that Sheila had reached a point where she felt she shouldn’t do anything about it. I could see the beginnings of a depression hanging over her head, the first warning signs appearing when we left the hotel and said our good-byes for the day.

So I did my best to cheer her up as much as I could. With the house being empty in the evenings, we made in love in almost every room. We re-christened the kitchen the day after our return from them city and made sure not to destroy the new table she had just bought to replace the old one. Over the next few days, we made a mess of the bathroom, bounced on every step of the staircase, tested every spring in every bed and managed to make our way from the living room to the garage. We must have used over twenty condoms that week, which to me was a world record.

That next Sunday, I got a call from her around six in the evening as my mother washed the dishes and my father watched the evening news.

“What’s up, Sheila?” I asked, standing close enough to be within in earshot of my mother, “How’s it going?”

“Is your mom nearby?” she asked.

“Yep,” I said.

“Okay,” she said, “How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“How’s your cock doing?”

“Hard,” I smiled, “But most graduation preparation is.”

“Would you let me suck it later on tonight?”

“Oh absolutely.”

“God, you are good for the ego,” she smiled, “Listen, I just got a call from Tom…”

“Oh no,” I frowned, “You got rats?”

“A big one,” she laughed, “He’s shacked up in the city with an old girlfriend, and he wants to talk to me.”

“Don’t be intimidated by rats.”

“No, I’ll be okay,” she said, “I just need you to come over and keep an eye on the plumber, make sure he doesn’t smell my underwear or steal anything.”

“Will I get paid for this?”

“Of course you will,” she said knowingly.

“I’ll be right over.”

I excused myself and drove the Sheila’s house. When I arrived, there was a large white plumbers van in the driveway, still brilliantly white as dusk settled. I parked on the corner and hurried up the walkway, dressed in shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. I took a deep drag on my smoke and then crushed it out on the sidewalk. Sheila was inside, wearing her gorgeous yellow sundress with her hair pulled up and back.

“Hey you,” she smiled as she led me through the kitchen and into the garage. Once the door had shut, she put her arms around me and we began kissing feverishly. My hands cupped her ass as our tongues rolled and caressed with each other.

“So what does Fuck Face want?” I asked, still holding her.

“He wants to discuss Elle,” she shook her head as we kissed.

“Any word from her?”

Sheila broke the kiss.

“No,” she lowered her eyes quickly, trying to hide the glassy sadness that was welling up at their corners.

“I’ve seen her at school at a few times, but she’s been distant.”

“I don’t know what to do, Doug.”

“Hey, just keep doing what you’re doing right now. She’ll come around. You want me to talk to her, loosen her up for you?”

“Can you even find her?”

“If I can’t, then Brett will. Okay?”

She smiled, a fat teardrop running down her cheek. “Okay.”

“Now, go and see what asshole wants and come home quick.”

“Keep the plumber away from my panties.”

“How can he get your panties when I’m smelling them all simultaneously?

“Good point,” she laughed and then ran her hand over my crotch, “When I get back, I’ll pay you for services rendered.”

“I expect interest…”

“I can handle that.”

We kissed briefly, and then she left. I spent the next two hours on the couch, watching the television and getting hornier by the minute as I fantasized about Sheila. The plumber left around 8:30 that night, and as I watched him drive away, I felt relieved. It meant that when Sheila got back, we wouldn’t have to wait. I took the paper work he had filled out for her and put it in the kitchen. As I poured myself a glass of milk, I heard the door open.

“Is that you?” I called, taking a long chug from the glass.

“Doug, what are you doing here?” Elle asked me, standing in the entry between the kitchen and living room. She was dressed as I was, in a t-shirt and shorts, but a t-shirt on her was a like a t-shirt on her mother. Even at a large size, it was still stretched out from her huge tits, and I found myself gawking for a moment. Coupled with the shock of her showing up suddenly, I simply looked at her dumbfounded for a moment.

“I’m-” I began as I set the glass down, thankful I hadn’t assumed it was Sheila and said something I would have regretted, “I’m here to talk to you.”

“You could have talked to me at school,” she said, still uncertain of my presence in the house with no one home.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I nodded, “But I wanted to catch you here.”

“I haven’t been here in over a week, and you just happened to be here when I show up?”

“Your mom asked me to talk to you,” I said, gesturing for her to sit down at the table, “She had a plumber working on the upstairs bathroom and needed someone to watch the guy while she ran out real quick. So here I am.”

“What did she want you to say to me?” Elle asked as she sat down. It amazed me how much she looked like Sheila, their faces perfectly matched and her hair almost identical to her mother’s bronzed strands.

“She’s worried about you,” I said as I pulled out one of my smokes, “Is it cool if I smoke in the house?”

“Dad always did, why can’t you?”

I lit my cigarette and continued, “She hasn’t told me all the details of what has happened, which is fine by me. But she has said how she wishes you wouldn’t be mad.”

“You and mom are chums all of a sudden?”

For a moment, I felt like there was a load of subtext to her question, but I played it off. “No, she just wanted to me to try and explain that she loves you very much, and misses you.”

“Doug, you don’t know shit about this situation, okay? And she should fucking know better than to involve my friends as pawns in this.”

“I’m not a pawn, okay?” I said, “You’re both my friends… I can’t just watch you two lose each other because of your father.”

“Well if she is half as good a lover as you I”m willing…” I said as I glanced at the clock having lost track of time, “Shit I have to go. My shift starts in a half hour.”

“A half hour? What kind of job would have you start at 6:00 on a Sunday night?”

I winked at him and said, “A job that pays you a lot of money for taking your clothes off.”

“No Shit” he said again

“Yes no shit! I”m a stripper at Dancers Gentlemen”s Club.” I said. As I raced into the bathroom to get ready I heard Ty laugh out loud, “Halleluiah there is a God. Praise the Lord.”

SYDNEY

Ty phoned around noon and said he would be over around 2:00PM. My heart skipped a beat in anticipation. I had not seen him yesterday and I was already craving for his arms to wrapped themselves around my body. It was a beautiful Monday afternoon and I found myself relaxed and eagerly awaiting his arrival.

I was dressed casually not knowing what Ty had planned for today. The jean skirt was a little tight on me but it looked good on me and the top was plain but I chose not to wear a bra. I found myself admiring the transformation in me since Ty had come into my life. I looked and felt like I was 25 years old again. My face radiated with a glow and warmth that I did not know still existed within me.

I took one last look at myself before heading downstairs and thought to myself, “Girl I need to get some new clothes”.

The doorbell rang and I quickly opened the door to see Ty standing there greeting me with a warm smile. I smiled and pulled him inside into my arms and gave him a long sensuous kiss. The kiss was wonderful and my body started to tingle with pleasure. God I wanted him so bad. I feel like such a slut but I no longer care. All I care about was how Ty makes me feel.

“Ooh baby I missed you so much yesterday. I”m so glad you”re here.” I cooed in his ear.

“Sydney you make me feel so good baby. You”re always on my mind. It”s like I can”t get enough of you.” He replied as his hands caressed my ass pulling me tight into his crotch.

Instinctively I found myself grinding my pelvis into him as I savored the ripples of pleasure flowing within me. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. “Baby I need you to fuck me right now. I get so turned on every time I am with you.” I purred.

I felt his hands pulling my skirt up as our tongues hungrily explored each other my legs weak with desire as his hand caressed my mound. It felt wonderfully erotic to be standing in my foyer getting my pussy massaged by a young stud. I was in heaven.

Ty looked at me and said, “Sydney you feel wonderful and I can”t wait to fuck but we have all day and night. Lets wait until later because right now I want to take you to the mall so that we can get you some new clothes.”

I was disappointed, as I had already gotten myself all worked up. I asked, “Which Mall?” as I was still a little self conscious about being seen in public with Ty.

It was almost as if Ty had read my mind when he replied, “Syd don”t worry about anybody seeing us. I thought we would go to the York Mall on the other side of town. No one will bother us there.”

All of a sudden I became excited about the prospects of spending some time with Ty just walking in a Mall like a normal couple without a care in the world. It was going to be fun to get his opinion on what looked good on me. “Ty that sounds like a wonderful idea wait here while I change into something more comfortable.”

Ty grabbed my arm and smiled, “Sydney you look great just as you are. Besides hopefully we”ll find something else that you can wear while we”re at the mall.”

I looked at Ty and said, “Baby this skirt is old and definitely too tight plus I am not even wearing a bra.”

Ty merely squeezed my hand and whisked me away through the door before I had a chance to object any further. We got in his car and left for the mall.

A half-hour later we arrived at the York mall on the other side of town. The first place we went to was a store specializing in women”s wear. It was empty so as soon as walked in we where met by a young sales woman who asked, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

I replied, “Not right now we”re going to look around and if we need you we”ll give a holler.” We spent several minutes looking at various blouses, skirts, and dresses that had one thing in common; they were all short, and very revealing.

Ty selected several pieces for me to try on but I couldn”t imagine myself wearing any of them. With each skirt or blouse that Ty picked I found myself getting more frustrated with the whole process. After several attempts Ty finally relented and said, “Sydney lets go get a drink and chill for awhile.”

I smiled, relieved that Ty wasn”t upset, and said, “That sounds like a great idea.”

We found a little restaurant at one end of the mall and went in to order our drinks. As we sat down I couldn”t help but notice how good Ty looked. He was dressed in a pair of Khaki”s with a nice short-sleeved button down shirt. He looked like he could have been on the cover of GQ.

I sipped on my Chardonnay as Ty reached across the table taking my hand into his. He gently caressed my hand as he spoke, “Sydney you look so incredibly beautiful. Your eyes, your face, your body are so exquisite” he smiled, “you look like you”re 25 years old fresh out of school.”

I laughed almost choking on my wine, “Ty you”re so sweet. But I”m 37 years old not 25.”

“Sydney that may be true but age is a state of mind. You heard the old adage you”re only as old as you feel? That”s why I want you to dress differently. I know you”ll feel younger and better about yourself.”

“I don”t know Ty. Those outfits were so short and revealing. Where would I go dressed like that? It”s just not practical.”

Ty leaned forward and gave my hand a tender loving kiss, “Sydney listen to you. Why are you so concerned about practicality? Tell me what is so practical about you and I?”

My heart raced as my eyes met Ty”s, “Ty I can”t help the way I feel towards you. You came into my life and made me feel alive again. I know its wrong and I know that its not very practical but the fact is that I want and need you to be a part of my life.”

Ty replied, “Exactly Sydney. I want to be part of your life but our life will not be very practical. We will have to be very careful about where we go and what we do. I don”t see us walking hand in hand through our neighborhood. I don”t want us to be captives inside your house. I want to take you places and have fun. We need to have two separate lives if we are going to make this work.”

Ty was right. There was no way that we could lead a normal life. I had been silly to think that we could have a normal relationship. There was nothing normal about our relationship. I was deep in thought when I heard Ty”s voice.

“Sydney are you okay?” he asked. I smiled and squeezed his hand, “Yes Ty. I”m fine. I was just thinking how someone so young could be so smart.”

Ty leaned forward and gave me a long reassuring kiss. His hands tenderly holding my face as we kissed. The kiss sent shivers racing through my body. His lips and touch were so intoxicating. At the moment I didn”t care that we were in a restaurant or who might see us. All I cared about was how he made me feel.

Ty broke off our kiss and whispered, “Sydney remember the other night when I said that if you trusted me I will take you to new pleasures you never knew existed?”

“Yes Ty and you have.” I said.

“Well Sydney then you need to trust me when I say that you need to dress differently. You need to look and feel sexy. You need to take pride in that gorgeous body. Besides it”s not like you”re going to dress like that for school. Although if you did I bet you would quickly become the most popular teacher at school,” he laughed.

I grinned and said, “You”re right Ty. I”ve been set in my ways for so long. I think its time that I venture out with something different. Lets go back to that store and see what we can come up with.”

Ty just smiled.

When we got back to the store the young sales lady met us again, “Back so quickly? Please let me know if I can be of help” and smiled. We spent some time looking at various skirts and blouses. Finally Ty gave me a white silk blouse and a short black skirt.

I asked the young sales clerk, “Where can I try this on?” She pointed me toward the back and said, “The changing rooms are on the right. Since it is so slow right now you can take as many outfits with you to try on. I”ll be up front if you need anything.”

As I headed into the changing area Ty whispered in my ear, “Try the skirt on without any underwear.” His words sent a warm tingly feeling through me.

I went into the room while Ty waited for me just outside the door. The door was such that Ty could see my face and feet as I changed. I had never tried on clothes without underwear and as much as I tried to deny it, the thought was exciting to me.

My hands were shaking as I put on the blouse. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw my nipples poking through the sheer fabric. I stepped out of my skirt and pulled my underwear off noticing a damp spot. I grabbed the short skirt and pulled it on over my hips.

I looked at myself again and gasped. The skirt was so short I could practically see my crotch. I turned around and looked at my ass in the mirror. My legs looked great I thought. I bent a forward slightly and gasped again as I could see my cheeks and the puffy moist lips of my pussy exposed between my thighs.

“Hey what are you doing in there? Come on out and let me see how you look.” Ty asked from outside the door.

I came out to see Ty”s mouth wide open. I blurted out “Well what do you think?” I laughed as all Ty could do was nod with stunned approval. The look on his face made me feel so sexy and I soon felt a little trickle oozing down the inside of my thigh.

I said, “Ty don”t just stand there go find some other pieces that you like so that I can try them on for you.” Again all I could do was just laugh as Ty scurried off looking for other articles of clothing like a kid in candy store.

I tried on several other outfits all having the same affect on Ty as well as me. I was getting myself so worked up with each new outfit. I felt so sexy and wicked. It was also exciting to see the effect I was having on Ty. The bulge in his pants was very noticeable when I came out wearing a short red skirt with a white stretch tube top. I did a quick little turn and bent forward giving Ty a nice view.

Ty”s eyes bugged out. He pushed me back into the room and close the door. Before I could say a word he pushed me up against the wall and hungrily devoured my mouth. I lost myself in the moment as I passionately returned his kiss.

I felt Ty”s hands grab both of my tits and squeeze them until my nipples were rock hard. I was so consumed with heat and lust that I started massaging his cock through the pants even though we were in the middle of a store. I didn”t care. It felt good.

He yanked my top down exposing my tits and sucked on both nipples as he slid his hand up my short skirt. He immediately buried his finger inside my drenched pussy. I groaned and pulled his head tight to my breasts holding him there as my hips began to hump his finger.

Within moments I sensed an orgasm building quickly within me. I moaned softly into his ear, “ooh baby you”re going to make me cum. Mmmmmmmm. Yes baby that”s it make me cum baby.”

He quickly put pressure on my clit with his thumb as he continued to finger fuck my pussy. In seconds I screamed, “Oh yea baby don”t stop. Oh yes I”m Cummin Yes Yes! OHHHHHHHHH” and my body shook as I reached the most incredibly powerful orgasm in my life.

My eyes felt like they had rolled back inside my head as my entire body continued to convulse in Ty”s arms. I was still breathing hard as my orgasm subsided. Ty smothered my mouth and then whispered to me, “You are so fucking hot. Come on let”s get out of here”

I pulled my top up and rearranged myself before walking out of the room with Ty. As soon as we walked out the young sales clerk met us and asked, “I take it that by the sounds of things you like the outfit?”

Ty responded with a devilish grin, “Oh yea we”ll take all of them but she wants to keep wearing this one.” Upon hearing him I returned Ty”s smirk with a devilish smile of my own. The lady took the clothes and said, “Follow me and I”ll ring you up.”

We watched as she walked away with my new clothes. Ty took me in his arms and gave me a hot wet kiss. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me so that I could feel his cock and hungrily attacked his mouth. It was all I could do to stop myself from ripping his clothes off.

We parted our steamy embrace and made our way up to cashier. Once I finished paying for the clothes Ty leaned over and said, “Now lets go get you some shoes for your new clothes.”

Ty took hold of my hand as we walked down the mall. As we walked hand in hand I noticed several men staring at my breasts. We finally came across an upscale shoe store and we walked inside. We noticed a couple of sexy shoes and asked the clerk for some help. “Have a seat right over there so that I can get a size first,” the young man said.

I thought nothing of the fact that the clerk was a young man that is until we sat down. My heart started to pound as I quickly realized there would be no way that I could stop the young man from looking up my short red skirt. Damn! I looked at Ty who just smiled while continuing to hold my hand.

The clerk returned and knelt at my feet. I could feel my face turning red as I saw the young man’s eyes on my legs. As he raised my leg onto the measuring shoe I could feel my thighs separating and knew that he could see far up my legs.

I kept tugging my skirt down but it was a losing battle. The skirt was so short that when I sat down it rode high up on my thighs. If the clerk wanted to he could see my swollen pussy lips. He took his sweet time in getting my size before finally excusing himself to get the shoes.

When he was gone I looked frantically at Ty and said, “Ty he can see my pussy. I”m so embarrassed. I can”t believe I”m walking around here without any underwear. What was I thinking.”

Ty smiled and leaned in closer to me, “Sydney trust me you look awesome and by the size of the bulge in that guys crotch he thinks so too. Relax and enjoy it besides you”re never going to see him again.”

The clerk came back with a couple of boxes and I couldn”t help but let my eyes wander down to his crotch. An involuntary gasp escaped from my mouth as I noticed the obvious bulge in his pants.

In spite of my embarrassment, I could feel myself tingling with excitement. The clerk reached for the first pair of shoes, 4″ high black stilettos, and slid them on each foot. He definitely got a good view of my wet pussy in the process as his eyes never left the V in my legs.

He helped me up and I walked nervously back and forth to determine how they fit. Ty looked at me and crowed, “Sydney those shoes look so sexy on you. How do they feel?” I replied, “They feel and fit fine it”s just that they are so damn hard to walk in.”

Ty reassured me, “Sydney trust me the way you look its worth it.” I had to admit that I did feel pretty sexy as I strutted back and forth. Not bad for a 37 year old I thought to myself.

I sat down with my skirt once again riding high up on my thighs. The young clerk took the shoes off and put them away in their box his eyes never once leaving the V in my thighs. He looked up and queried, “Do you want try the next pair?”

I thought to myself lets have some fun with him. I looked into his glazed eyes and in a sultry voice said, “I can”t make up my mind if I want them so lets try them on.”

He smiled weakly at me and grabbed the red 4″ stilettos. My heart was pounding rapidly when he slowly grabbed the back of my calf and lifted my leg, placing my foot on the footstool. He slid the first shoe on and proceeded to tie the strap around my ankle. This caused my skirt to slide further up my leg and in the process my thighs parted giving him a generous view of my swollen pussy lips.

I saw his eyes staring directly at my pussy. I felt the wisp of a mini orgasm run through my body knowing I was flashing my wet pussy to a complete stranger. I felt so sluttish yet it was such a thrill and my body was responding with little tremors of pleasure as I tried to sit still in my chair. I felt so wicked being almost naked in public.

It took every ounce of energy that I had in me to stand up and walk in the shoes. My legs were weak and rubbery, my face flush with excitement and I could feel the juices of my burning desire trickling down the insides of my thighs. It was all I could do to take a couple of quick steps and utter, “These fit fine. I”ll take them both but I”ll wear these for now.”

The young man looked uncomfortable as he stood up. The bulge in his pants was noticeable as he sheepishly walked behind the counter. We paid for the shoes and quickly left the store.

As we were walking I leaned closer to Ty and pined, “Baby that was such a wild experience. I feel so wicked and I can”t describe how horny that made me. Lets go home I need to feel you inside me.”

“Sydney you can”t believe how much that turned me on as well. You were incredible. I can”t wait to fuck but I want to make one more stop before heading home. Besides it”s only 6:00.” Ty replied as his arm wrapped around my waist.

I whimpered like a spoiled brat, “Ty baby I can”t wait any longer. Lets go home now please.”

“Baby just trust me on this. One more quick stop and we”ll head home. Besides I want to show off your hot little body some more,” he said with a smirk.

I resigned myself to one more stop as I could tell that Ty was pretty set on this. “Okay one more stop. Where to next?”

“Dancers” he said.

“You want me to go dancing in these shoes?” I asked incredously.

“Sydney, trust me you”ll see when we get there.”

We got into his car and drove for a bit before he pulled into this garish looking nightclub all lit up with bright neon lights. I was wondering why he had chosen this place when it hit me. There it was all lit up in Neon, “Live Nude Girls”. He was taking me to strip club.

I instinctively said, “You”ve got to be kidding. I am not going inside.”

Ty parked the car and smiled, “Sydney I know someone who works here that I want to introduce you too. She”s a friend and I”ve told her so much about you. We”ll stay for a little bit and then we”ll head home. Okay?” he said as he once again reassured me by gently squeezing my hand.

I thought okay what”s the big deal plus I was also secretly pleased that he had actually told someone about his feelings towards me. I smiled and said, “Okay lets go in and see what these clubs are all about.”

As we walked inside I was stunned to see how nice it was. I had expected a seedier atmosphere but found that there were men dressed in suits sitting around the various stages. Once my eyes adjusted to the dim lightning I noticed that there were several eyes staring at me. It felt like they were almost undressing me as I walked with Ty to an empty table.

We sat down and ordered some drinks as I began to look at the various dancers on stage. They were all very attractive young ladies grinding and bumping to the music. Men ogling the semi nude girls surrounded each stage. I also noticed girls in various states of dress or should I say undress, mingling with customers at their tables.

“Ty what are the girls at the tables doing?” I asked Ty.

“There just looking for a quick lap dance or maybe a private dance” he replied as he sipped on his drink.

“Will they come to our table as well?” I asked not knowing whether I wanted to hear his answer.

“Eventually they will. They tend to move around looking for fresh meat.”