Bases Loaded

by Lace, Lolah

  Mason slapped the table with his hand. “Are you wet yet?”

  Well, I was now. Those words, the way he said them, just stirred the juices all inside me. “Yes.”

  Mason held out his hand for me to take. “Come with me. I’m going to make you cum with me.” His lips were curled up.

  I was stuck for a moment. I took his hand because I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. “We are supposed to have lunch together.”

  “We can eat food after I fuck you.”

  Yes sir. I let go of his hand to grab my purse off the table. He stood. I stood. Oh god, I’m moist right now. I pushed my chair back under the table and Mason didn’t bother to push his in. He took a few steps toward me. He offered me his hand and I graciously took it. He led me through the food court. We were hand in hand. I refused to look at him. I knew he was smiling. I felt it. I wonder when he will stop amazing me.

  I had no idea where we were headed. It seemed that we were headed in the direction of Macy’s department store. No, we got on the escalator and were going up to the upper level. Wonder if he’s parked up here. As we ascended up I rubbed Mason’s forearm. He was warm. He was always warm. I loved that because I was always cold.

  Mason turned and smiled at me. He guided me off the escalator. He walked me into Macy’s. We were somewhere in the back of the store. It was pretty deserted in the store at this time of day. I noticed a lady pushing a stroller when we first walked in. There was a cashier hanging clothes around the corner near the lingerie section.

  Before I knew what was really going on, Mason had grabbed my wrist and twirled me into the nearest fitting room. It’s so big inside Macy’s. They had so many fitting rooms that it was almost like we were in the huge store all alone.

  I wanted to protest because I knew what he was up to. But Mason was yanking me toward the last fitting room booth. I wanted to say STOP FOOL! The shock of it all stole the words right from my mouth.

  Mason closed the curtain and pushed me back into the full length glass mirror. He hung his jacket on the hook that was nailed to the wall as I placed my purse in the only chair. He removed his White Sox baseball cap and placed it on the same hook as his jacket. Then I got all his attention. His hands were consuming me. He was feeling me up, groping all my mounds and curves.

  “Mason we’re going to get caught.”

  “Not if we’re quiet.” He meant not if I’m quiet.

  “We’re not supposed to be in here.”

  “Yeah we are. This is the fitting room. You’re about to try on my cock. You need to see if it fits.”

  “What?”

  “My cock, it’s an extra-large. Can you fit an extra-large?”

  “I think so.”

  “Let’s see.” Mason whispered. He released me from his strong manhandle to drop his sweats and underwear. I looked down at his big dick. Why was I feeling panicked? I was afraid we were going to get caught before he fucked me off my feet. The adrenaline rush was incredible.

  Mason knelt and raised my skirt. His hands roamed underneath the skirt and grabbed the elastic waistband of my thong. He slowly pulled my thong down my hips, over my knees and down to the carpet.

  “Step out.” He growled and I did as instructed.

  Mason stood. He held my thong in his hand and lifted it to his nose and breathed in my scent. Oh god! Mason opened the thong to the crotch and he inspected it.

  “Kari, what’s this?”

  I was embarrassed to see I had really wet the hell out of crotch of my thong. My milky pre-orgasm was on display all over the black fabric. I got moist as soon as I saw Mason strutting toward me.

  Mason looked at me and then at the wet stain. He lifted the stain to his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and he licked my cream right off the thong. Well damn! He’s so nasty? Air rushed from my lungs and my elbows hit the walled glass mirror that was pressed against my back. I felt faint, needy, greedy and light. My insides were burning. My stomach was churning. My cream was running down the insides of my thighs.

  Mason tossed the thong on the carpet. He was looking at me. I could barely see him through my foggy vision. I refuse to beg him for his dick. That’s what my head said but my mouth said.

  “Mason.” I was whining.

  “What?” He was teasing me up close and personal. He was close to my lips. His dick was pressing into stomach. He placed his hands on both sides of the mirror behind me but he wouldn’t touch me.

  I started clawing at the sides of my skirt. I had raised it all the way around my waist. The department store’s air hit my pussy and made me shiver. Mason looked down at my thighs and looked back up at me and licked his lips.

  “Mason.” I pleaded. “Pleaseeeeee.” Damn, I said it. He loves when I beg. Fuck it! “Pleaseeeeee fuck me.”

  “Let’s see if you can fit an extra-large cock.” Mason smirked and with little effort he lifted me off the carpet by my legs. Mason held both my legs up and out. He was strong as shit, damn. He had me lifted like I weighed nothing. My pussy lips spread when my legs did. My body slid up the mirror and I felt his penis head penetrating my opening. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and neck. I cupped his neck with my hands.

  “Ohhhhh!”

  “Quiet.” He whispered in my shoulder. Mason was half way in and he was moving slow. He hit the back and my face flopped down into his neck.

  “Ohhhhh! Shittt!” I purred like a sated kitten.

  He was all the way inside. He was moving in slow motion. He was salsa dancing deep within my heated walls. Where did he learn this sexy hot ass shit? What is going on? My mouth was open. I couldn’t close it. I was drooling.

  Oh god! That’s never happen. I felt moisture seep from my pussy and my mouth. I couldn’t hold his dick. He was moving all over the place. He was dancing around inside me. He was hitting all my spots, the good spots, hot spots, juicy spots, old spots, new spots and some undiscovered territories. He hit them all. I couldn’t fall out and faint because he was holding all my weight. I didn’t have the strength to do anything but exist in his world.

  Mason was groaning under his breath. I traced my fingers through his scalp. He picked up the pace but he was still tap dancing inside me. Mason twirled my body from the mirror. He started fucking me in the confines of the tiny fitting room without the aid of anything. He was bouncing me off the dick, pushing me off and on it with the strength of his arms and legs. I didn’t have anything to hold on to but his neck.

  I felt my meaty insides close around his supersized dick. I was too weak to use any of my muscles. I didn’t have to; he was using all of his power. My orgasm was building and I wanted to come so bad. I wanted to feel his warm cum fill my insides. I dug my fingernails into his neck. He really started rocking my insides. My hands were too little to choke him but I was squeezing hard.

  “Ohhhhh Ma-sonnnnn!!!” I was so close. Mason tossed me up in the air and completely off his dick. My body slammed down hard on his dick and I instantly came as he pierced my heart, soul and pussy. My orgasm rushed out of me and my entire body shook. What the fuck? I hope I didn’t hurt him. I didn’t.

  Mason came with me. He came so hard he stumbled and slammed my back into the mirror. He held my legs and braced himself as he slowly pumped all his wet cum inside my pussy.

  My back was pressed to the mirror and Mason’s forehead was probably stuck there also. I couldn’t see his face. He had stopped moving. He was leaning into my body but he still held a firm grip on my legs.

  “Can you stand up on your own?” He whispered in my ear. I couldn’t believe my shoes hadn’t fallen off. Oh I was wearing strappy sandals.

  “I think I can. One leg at a time.”

  “Mason removed his face from the mirror and stood straight. He backed his body away from me and removed his dick from inside me. As soon as he was out I felt abandoned and empty. I never felt quite like that before. It scared me. I grabbed him and tried to pull him close.”

  “Kari baby, what’s wrong?” He was looking at
me and I was looking somewhere else.

  “I’m okay.” I released my firm manly grip.

  “I’m not going let you fall.” He chivalrously declared. I was glad he thought my panic was the fear of falling. He didn’t know I was having Mason withdrawal. I love him too much. This feeling frightens me. I know how close we are to really being together. It’s so close I can taste it, touch it and feel it. But it’s not written in stone and that’s the part that terrifies me.

  Mason slowly lowered one of my legs then the other. My legs felt like bricks.

  Mason reached down on the carpet and grabbed his underwear. I hadn’t even realized he stepped out of them. He got dressed. I curiously stood there and watched him.

  “Could you hand me my underwear, please.”

  “You don’t need them.”

  “Yes I do. Some of your cum is going to run back out of me.”

  “Just keep your legs closed.”

  “I can’t walk with my legs closed. You have to open your legs to walk.”

  Mason smiled. “Yeah you do.” He grabbed my thong off the carpet. Mason knelt to help me into my thong. I stepped in one foot at a time and he pulled them up taking his time when he reached my ass. He palmed both my ass cheeks in both his hands and squeezed hard. He backed away from me. “Hey let’s go eat.”

  “Okay.” I pulled my skirt down. I turned to face the mirror. I needed a glimpse of what the hell I looked like. I was ruffled, my skirt was wrinkled. My hair edges had lifted. I was in need of some hair gel. Not any hair gel, the brown gel. Other than that, I was good. Mason was quietly watching me examine myself in the mirror. I turned back around to face him.

  Mason could use a haircut and some hair gel too. His hair was going in ten different directions. It didn’t matter. He was still fine. I grabbed his baseball cap off the hook and placed it on his head. I pulled it all the way down to his eyebrows just the way he likes it. I snatched my purse off the chair while Mason took his jacket.

  Mason held out his hand and I took it. He drew the curtain back and led me out the fitting room. We came out and rounded the corner. We almost ran into two teen girls.

  Shit! Not just any two anonymous teen girls. It was Sienna and her redhead friend. I instantly dropped Mason’s hand.

  Sienna cut her eyes at me. She saw the hand holding. I hope she didn’t hear us having sex in the fitting room. I couldn’t tell by her face. Mason swiftly moved away from us. He must know who she is. Sienna followed him with her eyes. She’s supposed to be in school right now.

  “Hey.” I decided to say something and draw her attention from Mason.

  “Seriously, hey that’s all you got?” Sienna crossed her arms under her chest.

  Think Kari. Think Kari. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”

  “Early release.” Sienna turned to her confused friend. “Amber could you give me a minute. I need to yell at my future step-monster, maybe not by the looks of things.” Sienna searched for Mason but he was outty five thousand. I had no idea where he disappeared to that quick.

  “Okay Sienna, I’m going to be over in dresses.” Redhead Amber flashed me a look of disgust and she pranced away.

  “You are just like my mother.” Sienna disclosed from her keen observation.

  “No, Sienna that’s not true. Nothing is going on.”

  “Yeah right, I saw you coming out the fitting room with that guy. I know who he is. He was Caleb’s little league coach.”

  I had to lie. There was no way I could let Jack find out this way. I owed him more than this. I had to tell him myself. He couldn’t hear it from his daughter.

  “Yeah he was the coach but he’s just a friend.”

  “I’m not that stupid. You guys were holding hands.”

  Damn! I’m up shit’s creek without a paddle, a life jacket or a boat. Think Bitch! Think Bitch!

  “Sienna, we were not holding hands. He’s married. He’s just my friend. We were joking around like people do sometimes, being goofy.”

  “Cry me a river Justin Timberfake, you are a fake ass bird, chirping up a lot of bullshit. You pretend you care about my dad. You pretend like you care about me. My dad loves your fake ass.”

  “Look girl, I’m grown. You are going to respect me. I’m not going to let you talk to me like this. I will pop you in the mouth.”

  “And you will go to jail.”

  “My brother has bail money. Please believe that little girl.”

  “I hate you.” Sienna pointed her finger in my face. She turned away from me and I heard her mumble something about a fake ass SST.

  What the fuck is an SST? Damn I feel like shit. I like Sienna. She’s hurt. It’s my fault. I know she likes me. I’m hurting too many people. This is hard. When I break up with Jack, I’m breaking up with Sienna and Caleb also. I can’t help that I love Mason. If I could help it I would have a long time ago.

  My cell vibrated in my purse as I walked aimlessly about Macy’s. I retrieved my cell and saw I had a text from Elisha Willis, which was code name for Mason. I read the text message [I know that’s Jack’s daughter. Calm yourself. I’m in the Footlocker downstairs.]

  I had been holding my breath. I exhaled and texted Mason back. [I’m on my way.] I shoved the cellphone back inside my purse and headed out of the Macy’s and into the mall.

  Sienna is going to tell her father and then I’m going to have to tell him the truth. I have no idea how he’s going to react. Should I be scared? I’m not scared that he will physically hurt me. I’m just scared I will emotionally hurt him and in turn be emotionally hurt myself. Jack is the best stress and drama-free boyfriend any woman could ever have. He is really a Prince, the Prince of Denmark but the problem is I want the King, the King of the Jungle. Mason.

  *****

  I went to lunch with Mason and we really eat food this time. I didn’t want to talk about what just happened and he understood. We talked about other things. Mason was really trying to get my mind off the drama and I loved him for his effort. I was nervous, uneasy and panic-stricken thinking Sienna had called her father and told on me. There was nothing I could do about it. I was a big girl and I had to deal with the consequences of my slutty ass actions.

  After lunch I went straight home. I showered and changed. My son was with my brother and his wife. He took Trey to a kid’s birthday party. My brother’s wife was pregnant with their first child but he had friends with kids. He always took Trey with him to the kids’ birthday parties. My brother was a good example of what a father should be. I hated how Lamar acted as a father. I blamed myself for getting pregnant by a man who just didn’t have the father gene.

  I was sitting at home waiting for the bomb to drop, waiting to get my just desserts. I tried to be calm but I felt like a real snake. I didn’t want to hurt Jack. I didn’t want him to learn about my shadiness from his daughter.

  Everything was put on pause when I got a surprise phone call. I was going to have a visitor. It was Karen. She called me and I had invited her over to my house. I was trying to keep my mind off Jack finding out. I was home alone and the coast was clear for now.

  Jack wasn’t home from work just yet. I hadn’t talked to Karen since before the Tess hotel incident. I wanted her to hear my side of the story. Karen was cool with me. We had even went shopping and to lunch a few times. We never talked about my relationship with Mason. I’m sure she knew I was still sleeping with her brother.

  I opened the front door for her. Karen walked in looking like a glamorous movie star.

  “So are you here to tell me I told you so?” I said as she pranced in and flopped down on my couch. I could talk slick at the mouth to Karen. That’s how we were with each other.

  “No Miss Kari. I’m here to see how you’re doing?”

  “Did Mason send you?” I felt stupid for asking.

  “No, he doesn’t know I’m here. I heard what happened. He told me Tess caught you two at a hotel a few days ago. I came to see if you were okay.”r />
  “I’m fine. I mean it was a shock. I was caught off guard.”

  “You look good as usual. We should go for a drink. I’m sure you could use one.”

  “Yeah, I could.” She didn’t know about the drama I had at the mall with Sienna. There was no way I was going to tell her but I still needed a drink and a shot of Tequila.

  “Grab your purse. Let’s go.” I grabbed my purse and my gray leather jacket. I got into Karen’s black jaguar and I didn’t bother to ask her where we were going. We ended up at this new Japanese restaurant that opened up a few months ago in Bolingcreek. We didn’t say too much at first. Karen ordered a bottle of wine and we both ordered food. I ordered the yakitori and Karen ordered the teppanyaki. When the waiter disappeared I relaxed a little.

  “Mason called me last week and asked me to come get his kids. All he said to me was Tess showed up at a hotel where you two were.”

  “Yes that’s exactly what happened.”

  “Are you really okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “No Kari, seriously. I feel like this is all my fault.”

  I frowned. That didn’t make any sense whatsoever. She did not tell me to sleep with her brother. Mason and I are grownups. We wanted to be together and we were together.

  “Karen it’s not your fault. This was bound to happen.”

  “I feel really bad. I’m the one that brought Mason back into your life.”

  “It’s not your fault. Mason and I would’ve found our way back to each other. I really truly believe that. I love Mason.”

  “I know. That’s why I was seeing if you were okay. Mason would never tell me what’s going on. I just don’t want anyone else getting hurt.”

  “I’m hurt that Mason is still with Tess. I have no right to be upset. I have a boyfriend.” Not for long. “I know that I should leave Mason alone. I love him. I’m afraid that all the stuff he says to me isn’t true. That sounds so stupid. I know I sound crazy.”