Ever notice that us guys get a hard-on at the most inconvenient times? Well, standing there in the women's intimate apparel section was that inconvenient time for me. And I didn't even care! She was off in her own little world there, holding up a sexy shred of a thing against her body, swaying a little back and forth as she admired the garment in the mirror by the rack. I couldn't help myself. Whether or not she was thinking what I was thinking this time, I couldn't tell, but I knew that what I was thinking would drive me nuts if I didn't do something about it. I snuck around the other side of the dividing wall between those intimate things and handbags and accessories, careful to make sure she didn't see me. Then, like some junior high school peeper, I slipped in behind her and snuggled up to her. I think she figured out what I had been thinking; she could feel my jeans-covered boner riding up the crack of her jeans-covered (tight jeans-covered) ass, and without the slightest hint of modesty, she grabbed it... I nearly creamed my jeans!
"Mmmmm," she moaned softly when I pushed her hair off her shoulders, and kissed her lightly on the back of her neck. Her grip on my dick tightened as my hands found her tummy.
"I want you... NOW!" I whispered.
"I know," she whispered back. "Why do you think I'm standing so close to the dressing rooms?'
And before I could use my standard 'Oh you little sneak!' line when she does those unexpected delightful things, she had me by the wrist and was practically dragging me and my stumbling, weak-kneed legs along behind her. (I'm sure glad Waldo-Mart uses real doors now instead of those curtains on the dressing rooms!) In no time at all, she was yanking my weak-kneed legs free of my pant legs while I was yanking her over-sized sweater over her head. Standing inside that little box of a room, completely naked, we embraced tightly and kissed deeply, and fiercely. Her nipples hardened against me, creating waves of goosebumps beneath my chest hair as my hard-on stiffened even more against her pelvis. I was almost certain she'd drawn blood across my back the way her nails clawed me there, but a quick glance in one of the mirrors only showed it to be reddened, like lines of hickies. I squeezed her ass cheeks as her hands danced down my torso.
"Take me... NOW!" she whispered, and ravished my mouth with hers one more time before I picked her up then turned around to sit on the bench.
We must've looked like two raging hormone teenagers in the back seat of a '66 Cutlass F-85 as we maneuvered into the reverse cowgirl position. I held her waist while she straddled my thighs, her wetness dripping onto my waiting pre-cum smeared cock, then with oh-so-slow-motion elegance, she spread her legs and settled herself down onto me. All... the... way... down. Tight. Wet. Hot. I kissed and licked her spine, and fondled and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples each time her pussy squeezed my shaft on her downward plunges.
"I'm..." I gasped.
"Me too," she moaned, laying her head back on my shoulder. "Hold me tight."
Our rhythm quickened, as did our heart rates and breathing... and with one more swift, deep thrust, I exploded inside her. I felt her stream flow around my balls only seconds later, as her once tense body suddenly became limp against me.
"You are wonderful," I whispered when my breaths were finally normal again.
"WE are wonderful!" she corrected me, with that cute little wink.
