By the time she returned to the living room, Cooper had Oliver perched on his lap. The cat was purring like a chainsaw and kneading Cooper’s knees with his paws.
“Wow, I guess he likes you, babe,” she commented. “Shall we go?”
“What time is the reservation?”
“Cooper, this is Oakville. We don’t have a single restaurant that takes reservations, let alone requires them. But if we don’t get there soon, the tables will be full.”
Cooper stood and deposited Oliver on the warm spot he’d left on the sofa. The cat curled up and went to sleep. Cooper and Sam hurried across town to a chain sports bar where they began their date with drinks and fajitas, sitting side by side so they could converse in an undertone.
“So, Cooper,” Sam said, “last weekend was... well it was totally amazing, but we didn’t really get a chance to talk. You’re my boyfriend, my lover, but I still don’t know much about you, not even how old you are, and you don’t know much about me. Don’t you think we should do something about that?”
“Sure do,” he replied. “Mind if I go first asking the questions?”
“Go right ahead.”
“Are you from around here?”
“Yes,” she replied, taking a sip of her Tecate. “My parents own a cattle ranch about an hour away, between Dawson and Waco. My brother manages it for them. I went to Dawson high school and got my library degree from Baylor in Waco, so I’m pretty much a local girl.”
“Interesting. Why did you become a librarian? You said before that you used to be pretty adventurous.”
“Well,” Sam considered. “I’ve always loved books and reading. I wanted to go into something literary. But it wasn’t until a couple of years after Jaden’s... passing that I went to grad school.”
He gave her a sympathetic look. She smiled, a little too brightly. “I wanted to do something safe. And I really love it, so all is well.”
“And you never dated, you know, after?”
“Oh no, I did,” she replied. “About a year after, I got together with a man from the support group, but we were both too hurt still, and eventually we realized there was nothing between us but grief. Nothing to base a relationship on. So we broke up and he moved away. About a year after that, an old... and old friend showed up. I thought it would be nice to go out with someone I could trust.”
She took a gulp of her beer.
“What happened?”
“Turns out he only wanted to get in my pants. Wish I had realized it sooner. So after that I figured out that I wasn’t ready to date. I cashed out Jay’s life insurance, enrolled at the university in library science and got into books instead of dating.”
Cooper seized her hand and kissed it. “Life’s been hard for you, hasn’t it, babe?”
She nodded. “I can’t complain, though... now. Um, Cooper, you’re not just trying to get into my pants, are you?”
He nipped her fingertip. “I won’t lie, Samantha. Sex with you is great. I want to do it again and again. But... well, I want to get into more than your pretty pink pussy. I want you, all of you. Is that too much?”
“No, Cooper. I think that’s about perfect.” She kissed his cheek. “Any other questions?”
“Yes. I want you to tell me something about yourself. You’ve read my stories, but I don’t know what turns you on. Pick an erotic fantasy. Something that you’ve never shared with anyone.”
Sam took a breath. “That’s hard, Cooper.”
“Oh, no. This is hard.” He led her hand under the table to his fully erect cock. “I want to know you, baby. Tell me something sexy.”
Sam massaged Cooper’s penis through his trousers and whispered into his ear. “I think I’m as visually stimulated as a man.”
“I agree with that,” he replied, and she knew he was remembering how she’d begged to look at her own pussy in the mirror the first time he’d fucked her. “What would you like to see?”
“I, um...” she trailed off, knowing her face was flaming.
“Go on. What sight would put you in orbit, Samantha?”
“I want to see... to see us.”
“See us doing what?”
“Having sex, Cooper.”
“So in front of a mirror then?”
“Kind of, but not exactly. I mean, it would be hot to see you on top of me, thrusting. That would be great, but what I really want to see is the actual... well the actual penetration.”
“Describe it.”
She gulped. “You don’t ask much, do you?”
“I’m getting more turned on by the minute. Come on, love. Tell me.”
“Okay, fine. I want to see my pussy, all tight and closed, and then to see your cock press against it and slide in, opening it up. I want to watch your cock slip in and out of my hole, and then pull out completely and push back in.”
Cooper turned to her and kissed her, a deep wet kiss that had patrons on the other side of the bar staring and tutting. Thank goodness their conversation was inaudible under the din of a basketball game projected on three big screen televisions.
“What a hot idea, baby,” he said. “Better let go of my dick before I blow in my pants.” She released him quickly. “That might require several mirrors. Like you’d see in a fitting room. What say, Samantha? Want to get it on in a department store?”
She meant to say no. Really she did. But what came out was, “We’ll see.” Then she quickly changed the subject.
“Okay, Cooper, now your turn. Tell me about yourself. Do you have any family? Where are you from? Your accent suggests Australia, but the museum board said you were coming from London. So what’s your story?”
3
“Well, I suppose the most significant thing that influenced my life was being one of eight children in a poor family. We were Houso’s. Housing Commission dwellers, in a neighborhood where everyone was doing it tough. I was a middle child so kind of forced into a fend for yourself situation. Bully big brothers and sisters, and not little enough to be mother’s favorite. We were okay, though. Everyone turned out tough and self-sufficient. I got a part time job on a local fruit orchard and put myself through university.”
“What did you study?” Sam asked.
Cooper finished the last mouthful of beer he had paused to drink.
“Paleontology. I was going to go digging fossils. That was my big plan, but never did it.” He shrugged. “Had my first serious girlfriend and she wanted to stay there in Melbourne. That’s where I was born and raised by the way. It’s the second largest city down under, after Sydney. Terribly hot summers and cold miserable winters. I don’t miss it much.”
“Sounds like the weather here,” Vicky suggested.
“Another couple of lite beers, please?” Cooper asked of a passing drinks waiter.
He grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bowl on the table. “Yep. This feels just like home.”
“But how did you end up in England?” Sam pressed, pinching some of his peanuts.
“Well, I had my degree but never used it. I got in with an uncle and learned marine mechanics. Got my trade qualification and um… actually have you read my story about the couple who break down in their car at the horse farm?”
Sam nodded. “Uh huh.” Then her eyes lit up and she pointed. “You’re Cooper. In that story!”
“Yep.”
“So that really happened?” She was frowning now.
“No. Of course not. All of those stories are fantasy. But the setting is real in that one. I do have an old uncle with a horse farm near a small fishing village, and that’s where I set up a business servicing the trawlers and the odd pleasure craft.” He gave his girlfriend a kiss. “I’ve had a handful of regular girlfriends, baby. Nothing too kinky, and I don’t do casual sex. Never have.”
The frown was gone. Another kiss and the waiter was back with the fresh beers.
“After five years of that, I found myself single and tired of the smell of fish, so I went to visit an old university buddy in
London, and he got me a job at his museum. It was entry level, but that was fine. I stuck with it and climbed the ladder, then got head-hunted by one of the directors from here, who I’d met at a conference. And here I am. Just turned 40 and feeling good.”
Sam was nodding, taking the information in, it seemed. She had an eyebrow raised in question. Cooper guessed what it was going to be before she asked, “How many is a handful of girlfriends?”
Cooper held up his hand, looking at the palm then turning it. “Five. Two for four years, one for three and two for about a year each. All amicable endings and still do Christmas cards with them. Except one, but she kind of broke my heart, I suppose.”
“Oh… I’m sorry.”
“Pft… ancient history. And it all worked out.” Cooper partook of another taste of his girlfriend’s lips. He also had a feel of her thigh under the table. He liked her knitted dress… the way it hugged her figure. “You look good, baby.”
“I do?”
“Aw yeah. Good enough to eat.” He tasted her lips again. “Is your tight little pussy freshly shaved for me?”
A small blush and, “Yes.”
“Mmm… I’ll have a look later,” he whispered into her hair, reaching under her dress and feeling her through her tights and panties.
She squeezed her thighs together and clutched his arm. “What are you doing? You can’t… not right here!”
“No one’s watching,” Cooper answered with a grin. He relented though. “I think it’s only that old guy there who can see under our table. He was watching when you were feeling my dick before. Probably thought it was fair enough I got some too.”
Sam looked at the man Cooper teasingly tipped his glass to. “That guy? Was he really watching before?”
Cooper chuckled. “No. I think he might have been earlier, but I checked before I touched you. I wouldn’t let anyone go looking up your dress, baby. I might write a story about it, but I’m not sharing. You’re all mine.”
“I am?” Cooper was being kissed now.
“Oh yeah… all mine,” he said, moving to whisper in her hair again. “All mine to lick out tonight… with your pretty dress still on.”
***
Sam giggled through her blush. She wouldn’t mind that a bit. “Sounds like everyone’s screwing with their clothes on today.”
“Maybe. You’re still thinking about Millie and Chris?”
“I’ll never tell,” she laughed. “She got all huffy with me today, first about Chris, as though I want anything to do with that pretty boy. Then about the idea of us being intimate. She thought that was embarrassing.”
“Not as embarrassing as getting caught with her panties down, bent over the table having a quick lay with the research assistant.”
They were both laughing now.
“Can you imagine having sex in such a public place?” Sam asked.
“Sure,” Cooper replied. “Could be fun.”
Sam blushed. “That would never happen. I have a reputation in this town.”
“I know, but just think how it would be, pushing the envelope, making people wonder what you get up to. You’re much hotter than you get credit for.”
She kissed him. “You’re sweet, Cooper. Are you done eating?”
“Yeah, jammed full. Good thing we’re walking.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. Come on.”
Cooper had paid the bill a while back, so he took her hand and walked her out into the street. As they passed the table closest to the door, a rather intoxicated young man in a sloppy tee shirt whispered loudly, “Look at those old farts holding hands. Can you imagine what the library lady must be like in bed? Bet he has to ask permission to kiss her cheek.”
“Yeah,” his equally drunk and messy friend agreed. “They probably do it through a hole in the sheet.”
Sam laughed again. If only they could have seen her, bent over a pillow, ass in the air with Cooper pounding her wet, eager pussy. Just the memory had her moistening and clenching in anticipation. A wild weekend of sex followed by a long week of nothing had her on the verge already.
“Isn’t it funny, these young blokes? They think there’s no sex after thirty,” Cooper whispered in her ear. “But I bet they’d feel differently if they saw how hot you are when you’re naked and ready, begging to be fucked.”
“Beg those dirty cretins? I think not. I only ask for something if it’s worth having.”
Cooper stopped, turned her to face him, and kissed her, right there on the street. “Thank you, Samantha.”
Then he set off again. In front of them, a large department store loomed on the corner, and he tugged her through the door.
“Shopping?” she complained. “Come on, Cooper. I hate shopping. I have clothes that fit already, I promise.”
“I know, baby,” he replied. “That’s not why we’re here. I want to buy you something sexy you can wear when we’re alone. Tell you what. Pick out a few things. I’ll wait in the fitting room, and you can model them for me.”
“It’s a girl’s fitting room.”
“I’m sneaky,” he replied. She laughed, but a bit nervously this time. He left her with a quick kiss on the forehead and disappeared.
Sam browsed through the lingerie, not sure what Cooper would like, and eventually settled on three different things; a scarlet bra and panty set overlaid with black lace, like the dress of an old west saloon girl, and ethereal white nightgown, loose and flowing but completely sheer, and a black satin teddy with the front and back split open completely, held together with cris-cross lacing. It was crotchless. Who would guess such a family-friendly department store would stock such sexy intimates?
But how on earth were they going to continue their date after she modeled this stuff for him? Then she remembered what he had said about fitting rooms. He couldn’t have meant it, could he? Did he really want to fuck her here, now, when the whole town was right outside the door?
This time it was her stomach that clenched, with nerves. But she found her way into the tiny room where her boyfriend had concealed himself. She locked the door and stood facing him, uncertain what to do next.
He gestured at the clothing, and she hung the three hangers on the little bar inside the door. The fitting room was full of ladies and girls chatting about the fit of jeans and the cut of dresses. If Cooper said one word, they would instantly be in trouble. He gestured again, at her dress this time. Did she dare?
Sam gulped and unbuckled her belt, then lifted the dress over her head. Then she stripped off her tights. Now she only wore a turquoise underwire push up bra and a matching thong. Mostly naked. He beckoned. She licked her lips and crossed the space. He pulled her to straddle his lap, reaching behind her to unhook the bra and slide it from her shoulders.
“I don’t think we should do this,” she breathed in his ear.
He held up a finger to his lips, then captured one little breast in his hand and leaned forward to suck the nipple. She bit back a whimper.
“Don’t you want me to try on something?”
“After,” he replied, his words almost inaudible. “I want you now, Samantha. Lean against that mirror.”
She hesitated before obeying. The room had so many mirrors, she could see herself reflected at every possible angle. Before her, her naked breasts, one nipple wet, the other dry, seemed to reach forward. Behind, her round smooth ass, split by the string of her thong, was lewdly on display. Cooper stood, coming up behind her and stroking his hand over the sexy curve. She inhaled sharply.
“Bend over more,” he whispered. She obeyed. He ran his finger under the stretchy strap and moved it aside, baring her pussy to the mirror. He parted the shaved outer lips and gave her a view of her pink, swollen folds.
“So wet,” he breathed, “and look at that tight little hole.” One big finger probed, disappeared. Sam bit her lip to hold in a groan. Cooper had the best fingers; thick, long, and so very skilled. He pulled out and returned with two. Sam watched
helplessly as he slipped in and out. He knelt and tilted his head, his tongue extending. With her outer lips parted he pressed the tip into her. She saw in the mirror that it gathered moisture. Was it from her or him? It was too creamy in texture to be from his tongue. It welled up as he licked into her.
Sam’s eyes rolled. This was lewd. It was so bad. She looked again. His mouth was covering her slit, his tongue was inside of her, swirling around, probing. It searched her folds, finding the hood covering her clit and swiping across the sensitive little nub.
At that moment, a baby let out a shrill wail in the next stall. Two girls were gossiping. A mother berated her teenage daughter for trying on a shirt that was too sexy.
“Please stop.” She stepped away from him. “I can’t do this.”
She slipped her panties back into place and hurriedly began dressing.
Abandoning the lingerie in the stall, she hurried out, right out of the store onto the street, where the chilly air cooled her burning face. Cooper was beside her a moment later.
“You all right?” He wrapped his arms around her.
“I’m sorry.”
“No worries, love. It was asking a lot.”
“You’re not mad?” She looked up into his face.
“No. I pushed too far. I’m the one who should be apologizing, baby.” He kissed her.
“You taste like me.” He did. She could taste her arousal in his mouth. She giggled as the nervous tension released. “It was fun, though. It was so sexy.”
“What, with the mirrors?”
“Yes. If there had been fewer... people around, I think I would have been okay. You’re bad, Cooper.”
“I liked the lighting,” he said, grinning. “I could see such amazing detail.”
He was cuddling her. She clenched his coat and shook him. “You’re terrible. Who knows what I might end up getting myself into hooked up with you.”
“Can I play with you some more in the theater?” There was a cinema across the street. He pulled Sam along. Once they reached the other sidewalk he cuddled her again. Everyone was looking, their heads turning as they walked past. She recognized most faces in town. Eyes were bulging, mouths gaping. Sam’s cheeks pinkened at the scrutiny. “If there’s a dark corner, can I have another feel of that tight little pussy?” Cooper whispered in a kiss.
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