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All characters portrayed in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. This story was a request from a reader and dedicated to them. They know who they are and I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is welcome, flames will be laughed at, I promise
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Chapter 5- Still Playing For Both Teams
I was glad to see that my potential date was prompt, because he showed up at the food court of the mall three minutes ahead of when we agreed to meet there. Of course, I had to make it look like I hadn't arrived first, I'd been standing near the women's bathrooms for about ten minutes when I saw him walk by. I waited until he sat and then walked up, beaming a bright smile.
"Hi," I said brightly as I joined him, sitting at the little table. "Glad you made it." I could see him trying to make it look like he wasn't staring, but I didn't blame him, either. I'd worn some of my favourite black yoga pants and a tight white t-shirt that my breasts strained against. I wore no bra but I'd brought some panties, just in case things got wet.
"Thanks, you too," he said, pleased I'd shown up. "Can I, uh, get you a drink or something?"
"Just some coffee, black." I said, pointing to indicate a small indie coffee shop I liked. He nodded and retrieved two beverages for us, although his was clearly a smoothie. Apparently not a coffee drinker. I'd try not to hold that against him.
We talked briefly about our plans for the summer and such. He indicated that he was working to save up money for a truck and I told him that I was taking a year off before heading to college, possibly traveling with my mom to Europe. He'd gone to a trade school, majoring in shop and mechanics, meaning he might be useful to keep around, because mom and I knew very damned little about fixing cars. If he could fuck, that would cinch the deal.
We got up and walked around the mall, chatting idly, until we came to the hallway that mom and I had exploited so readily that past weekend. I pulled him down the mostly empty corridor and into the photo booth where so many scandalous pictures had been taken. I pushed him down onto the bench with a finger and leaned over him, my breasts that were barely held in by my tight t-shirt now in his face. I smiled at him wickedly.
"I'll be straight with you," I said softly, kneeling one of my knees between his parted legs and trailing my finger down his chest. He seemed to have a pretty fit build and I was hopeful. "I've wanted to get in your pants since the moment you delivered that pizza to my door. You would have to
really
mess up or be a complete douchebag for me not to fuck you, do you understand me so far?"
He said nothing but nodded, his eyes widening at my words. If he'd suspected before this or hoped, he didn't seem to be ready for how forward I was being on the subject.
"I'm a horny girl and you've got me tingling," I continued, leaning in a little closer. "So here's the deal- I'm going to take you into the family washroom over there, drop your pants and suck your dick. Later on tonight, you show up at my place and we'll seal the deal. Got it?"
More nodding.
I took him by the hand and led him the short distance to the bathrooms. We slipped into the family changeroom and from there into the back room where the toilet was. Without waiting, I pushed him up against the wall and knelt in front of him. He watched with wide eyes as I undid his belt and unzipped his fly. I shimmied down his pants and then his briefs. I nodded in approval at what I saw- not the biggest dick ever, but decently-sized and thick enough to suit my purposes. I smiled up at him knowingly and took his swelling cock in my hand.
"Mmmmm, that's what I'm talking about," I cooed as I began stroking slowly, examining him. "Good tool you've got here." My tongue snaked out and flicked against the head for a moment, teasing him. He was rock-hard within seconds and I liked how his dick throbbed in my hand. God, I loved the feel of a strong male member. I kissed the head and then rolled my tongue around it, getting the tip glistening. He shivered and my free hand reached under and caressed his sac lightly.
I heard his head thunk back against the wall as I took him inside my mouth, sliding slowly down his shaft to the base. I was glad he was the cleanly type, circumcised too, which was a plus. I gave the base a gentle squeeze with my finger and thumb, my lips touching the ring they formed around him. He let out a groan as I bobbed back and forth along his length. His hands flattened to the wall at his sides and his fingers flexed and clenched.
I pulled my mouth back and swirled my tongue around the head before lifting his cock at an angle and running my tongue along the underside, from base to tip, looking up at him wantonly the whole time. I am quite proud of my dick-sucking skills, I've worked hard to become a renowned mistress of fellatio. Any boy I'd been with at school said I had the most wicked mouth and lots of girls were jealous.
I teased the head some more while my hand pumped up and down his shaft, then slid my warm mouth all the way down again, slowly, making sure he would remember this moment in a random mall bathroom. My other hand strayed under his parted legs and stroked his taint for a moment before moving inward, finding his tight knot and pressing against it. He gasped and shuddered in response.
"Mmmm, so you
do
like that sort of thing," I murmured, smiling up at him with knowing eyes. "That's good to know..."
I bobbed back and forth a few more times before I stood, leaning close into him and staring into his eyes while my hand pumped his cock. My free hand shimmied my yoga pants and thong down over my hips and mid-thighs. I then turned and pressed my ass against his throbbing member, grinding it slowly between my tight cheeks. He moaned loud enough I though someone might actually hear him, but nothing happened. I leaned back against him, my hand on one side of his face and my cheek pressed to his while I writhed slowly against him.
"So, big boy..." I whispered, caressing his cheek and ear. "You want inside me?"
He nodded, sweat beading on his brow.
"You want to fuck me?"
"Uh-huh..." he managed to say.
"Gonna fuck me with this solid cock of yours?"
"Nnnnn, yes..." he breathed, trembling now.
"Good," I said, stepping away from him suddenly and pulling up my yoga pants before I started to get too turned on myself. "In that case, you'll show up tonight, right? Just after seven would be fine."
He gaped at me as he continued to lean back against the wall. His poor dick was standing at an upward angle, visibly pulsing from his arousal. His eyes were wide with astonishment. "Uhhhhh..." he mewled.
"This wasn't a tease, just a promise of more," I said simply, turning to face him and smiling sweetly. "If I were you, I wouldn't finish off, I'd just let it go away. I want you nice and ready to go tonight, got it?"
He just nodded.
I looked down at his raging cock, put my finger to the tip of it and pressed down, removing my finger to let it comically spring back to its former position. I giggled, leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek and sauntered out of the bathroom. Smirking to myself, I made my way to my car and drove home, knowing that without a doubt, I'd see him tonight. I know boys and there was no way he would say no to my offer.
