by Lana Hartley
“I think you have a very talented tongue,” I say and laugh.
I watch him get even more exaggerated with his next lick.
“I do actually. And I know you taste better than this ice cream, too.”
I can feel a blush creep into my cheeks. I just can’t help it.
Images of him licking me are now running rampant through my mind!
“Don’t worry. Soon,” he says, whispering the last word before going back to eating.
I pick up the pace on my sundae, too. I can’t wait.
“There’s another great store around here that I would love to take you. Your dress modeling was great, but this place is called For Lovers Only.”
He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Gee. What do they sell there?” I’m teasing, as I slowly let out a soft moan on my next spoonful of rich chocolaty peanut butter.
“It’s a high-end lingerie and toy store. I don’t think we need any toys necessarily. I think we have that covered. I’ll be able to satisfy you, but I’d like to get you into something that I’ve picked out. As the head of design, I’ve been told I have a good eye.”
He winks.
“A good eye? Are you sure? Is there something in your eye?”
He laughs with me at my teasing before pulling my chair towards him around the table.
Putting his free arm around me, he rubs my arms that still have goosebumps from the cold ice cream.
“You need me to warm you up,” he says.
“Oh, I have no doubt that you will do that spectacularly.”
I’m excited to see what he likes in lingerie.
Charlie comes across more aloof than Sam or Adam, but he’s been nothing but attentive and affectionate today. One on one, he’s just as spectacular as Sam. I’m very lucky.
“Do you want to move to an outside table where it’s warmer?”
See? Just another thoughtful gesture.
“I think I’m done,” I tell him.
Leaning back, I rub my tummy gently.
“What?” His mock outrage is cute, but he picks up my bowl to carry it to the counter drop off.
Still licking his ice cream, we walk outside to enjoy the sunshine while he finishes.
We take turns licking his cone which just makes me wet. I wish it was my needy pussy under his tongue, but the anticipation is wonderful as we enjoy each other’s company.
Chapter 18
Charlie
I’m having a great time with Lacey. She’s so expressive and open, it’s refreshing. With a little more time, I’m sure I’ll be able to read her expressions like a book.
We only get ten feet in the door before a sales representative shows up.
“Are you looking for anything specific today?” she asks.
Her valley girl accent and long fake nails are as artificial as her eyelashes she is batting at me.
Lacey steps up next to me to answer her. “Not specifically but we will want a dressing room here shortly.”
Her soft, exotic demeanor is such a turn on.
“Okay, I’ll touch base in a little while to get a room started.”
She wanders off back in the direction she came from after a fleeting glance in my direction.
Putting my arm around her shoulders, I roll her into me and kiss her forehead. She smells like fresh sunshine.
Glancing up smiling, she points to some racks off to the left.
“Let’s go check out that area.”
Following her deeper into the store, I’m distracted by her swaying ass in front of me. It’s like a hypnotic pendulum in front of me. I almost walk into her when she stops.
I’m excited to see that most of the styles come in a large array of colors.
She begins walking around and sorting through a few, but it’s pointless. She would look fucking awesome in any of them.
Two stand out to me right away. There’s a pale blue lace number with inlays of sheer netting and a pale pink baby doll with lace cups, white satin ruffles, bows, and trim.
Decisions, decisions.
Lacey walks up and takes them both from my hands, and I see the sales associate right behind her. She passes them over wordlessly.
“You’re quick,” Lacey teases me softly while grabbing my ass. “Ready to see them?”
“What can I say?” I grab her butt cheeks and line her up with my very perky cock. “I know what I like, and I go after it.”
Moaning, she rubs against me as our lips meet, tongues tangling briefly.
Fuck. Now I’m hard as a rock.
When she turns to head for the dressing room, I follow close behind for some camouflage to adjust my dick so it’s not quite so obvious.
I hope the dressing room is a decent size because I’m not waiting any longer. It’s an individual room, there’s an actual door, and even a plush chair on the left by the entrance when we walk in. The mirror is large on the right as I settle in to watch the show.
The room is perfect.
The sales associate hangs the lingerie on the hooks over my head. She doesn’t even bat an eyelash as she mumbles that we should let her know if we need anything else.
“Do you have a preference about which one I start with?” Lacey asks.
She turns around and lifts her hair for me to unzip her pink dress.
Yes. I’ve been waiting to do this.
“Let’s try the blue first,” I say.
I’m having a tough time keeping my hands to myself as she swaps her dress on the hook. Her chest is eye level, looking so irresistible.
As she drops her bra and efficiently pulls the blue number on, I’m floored again by her perfect body. I’m hard as a rock again.
Stroking myself casually through my pants, I drink her in. The tight lace top hugs her full chest nicely, but they should have put some more structure into it. It looks too tight on top.
The sheer bottom almost looks like a gauzy ballerina skirt.
She twirls in front of me.
“You look beautiful.”
She just smiles back and licks her lips as her eyes flicker to my hard cock. It’s pretty hard to miss.
“I can put the bottom on if you like this,” she says, and I shake my head.
I keep my eyes locked on her as she draws it over her head to change.
Her perfect nipples pucker. When she leans over me to swap the hangers, I can’t resist latching onto one, flicking it with my tongue.
She freezes immediately with a sharp inhale, so I lick it with extra attention before cupping them both in my hands and then kissing over to the other to give it the same attention.
Her tits feel heavy and perfect in my hands. Pulling off, I look up to see her eyes filled with lust.
“You’re so distracting.” Her whispered scolding just makes me smile as she moves out of reach, giving me a perfect view of her fantastic ass in her G-string.
It takes her a little longer to put on the pink one, but it’s totally worth it.
She’s breathtaking. The lace cups are stretched to the max and her hard-perky nipples look great. The stretch lace in the body makes it skim her toned skin, and the white satin ruffles on the cups and hem are small enough that they aren’t distracting.
But the real detail is the ribbon lacing up the front and the bows along the hem. I just want to pull and unwrap all her work by the time she has it on.
“Should I try on the panties with this one?”
Her coy question is just teasing at this point. I’m sure she can tell I love it.
“This is a keeper for sure.” I’m growling as I lean forward reaching for her.
She ducks just out of reach, watching me in the mirror with her ass to me as she bends over to pull her G-string down her long legs.
Her wet cunt peeks out at me. My hand changes direction immediately, to lightly stroke her wet folds. She’s already dripping.
Dropping to my knees, I grab the back of her thighs to spread her more as my face lunges for her. Wet, swee
t pussy meets my lips, and we both moan at the same time.
Laughing lightly, she grabs the wall to the side of the mirror and adjusts her stance, spreading her legs more so I can plunge my tongue inside her.
Perfect, tight walls cling to my tongue as I dip inside her again and again. Her back arches more as she pushes back into me, wanting more.
I want more too, but I need her relaxed, and I want to see her perfect tits in this pink lace. Pulling away reluctantly, I swipe my fingers across her clit and she jerks back towards me again.
“Sit down here,” I tell her, patting the chair behind me.
She settles in quickly as I kneel in front of her.
Grabbing her hips, I pull them to the edge of the chair, effectively putting her wet cunt on display as her legs spread wide.
Spreading her rose colored pussy lips with my thumbs, I admire her pink outfit. I pull the ribbon at the top to loosen it a bit. I slide my hand inside one cup and squeeze her globe and nipple as I start licking her.
Sweet, luscious juices coat my tongue as I drive into her. She’s tastes so good.
I’m watching her as her breathing accelerates, and she watches me with anticipation. Tweaking her nipple, I slide a finger inside her cunt just an inch. Curling up and into her G-spot, I start stroking and licking in earnest.
Her small, muffled sounds are so erotic as she struggles to hold back her passion. A fluttering hand hits my head before she holds me there, lifting her butt to put more pressure on her clit.
I find her hood and latch on in earnest, sucking and flicking as she starts to moan louder, grinding against me.
Watching her come apart under my hands is so satisfying and so arousing. My poor dick is going to have a zipper imprint, but right now, I wouldn’t stop for anything. The sales associate could walk in, and I still wouldn’t pause.
I drink her in as less than a minute later, she starts a soft keening sound as she arches and freezes under me.
I keep sucking and fingering her as her channel pulses around me. Her juices get slicker under my tongue, and I know she’ll be ready for my hard cock.
The pressure on the back of my head lightens as her eyes flicker open. The dazed look on her face makes me even harder.
Her plump lips pucker before she bites them and smiles. I gently pull my fingers from her dripping, slick cunt and stick them in my mouth.
No sense in wasting that. She tastes like a million bucks.
She watches me with a hot look on her face. With her leaned back, legs spread and flushed, pink pussy on display, she looks blissfully satisfied.
Adjusting my poor, tortured cock to another angle, I stand slowly, using the arms of the chair for leverage. Kissing her still panting lips, I push my tongue between her lips to share her flavor. She immediately sucks my tongue, drawing it into her mouth.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Now, I’m going to give her all of me. Hard.
Chapter 19
Lacey
God, he’s fucking good at this.
I’m still coming down from my orgasmic high, when he roughly grabs my hips and raises me up, turning me around. He stands up behind me, and my front is pressed hard against the wall of the dressing room, causing me to groan softly at the cool wall against my hot skin, the contrast almost shocking.
His breath is hot against my neck, and it sends a shiver down my spine, a small sigh escaping my lips when I feel him nip at my earlobe. I can hear him unbuckling his belt, and I smile, anxious to know what is going to come next.
He rips his belt from the belt loops and deftly tosses it on one of the hanger hooks on the wall, chuckling as he leans in to whisper in my ear.
“I want to keep that handy—I’m going to use that.”
I bite my lip in anticipation, and look back at him longingly, licking my lips and smirking.
He grins and gives my ass a swat, placing his other hand between my shoulder blades and pushing downwards, my arms catching my balance in front of me.
I gasp and giggle at being manhandled, my head still in a fog of bliss and deliriousness from his tongue turning me into a shuddering, quivering mess just moments ago. He hauls my pastel baby doll up over my hips and runs his hand up my spine, his fingers digging into my skin.
I can tell he’s undoing his pants when I hear his zipper open, the process slow and drawn out—he wants me to hear him. I sigh and push back at him, and I can feel his hard cock against my ass. He responds with another swift smack on my ass, and pushes me forward again, just out of reach.
Well, fucking in a dressing room wasn’t what I had planned on for today’s date with Charlie, but I’m certainly not complaining.
He leans forward so he’s over me, the weight of his body looming just above mine as he drags his hard cock against me, teasing.
I feel him graze the tip of his cock against my entrance, wet with want, and I moan softly once again, pushing back at him.
He laughs at my attempt to take control of the situation, his voice a low rumble in my ear. Then he takes a fistful of my hair in his hand.
He stands up, pulling me with him. My back is against his chest, and I feel his other hand slide up underneath the fabric of my baby doll and cup my breast.
He pinches my nipple and rolls it between his fingers and pulls my hair back to expose my neck, eliciting a soft mewl from me.
I feel his teeth nip at the skin where neck meets collarbone, followed by a soft kiss—the contrast between pain and pleasure sending waves of pleasure straight to my core.
His touch becomes more insistent and demanding, and I can feel his breath quicken as hot, heady sighs brush my neck. His hands are grabbing me instead of caressing, a gentle pull on my hair becomes a forceful tug, and I find myself doing everything I can to get closer to him.
I reach back and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, urging him onward and silently begging for him.
If that doesn’t start to work, though, I’m going to have to literally beg him, which I might be doing anytime soon.
He seems to take the hint though, because without having to say another word, he slips a single finger inside of me, and I moan—desperate for more.
He’s got me so turned on and needy for him that I’m already soaking, my cunt practically dripping with arousal.
I place my hand over his and urge him to continue, and he slides another finger in, and then another, stretching me out and getting me ready for his cock.
And let me tell you, I’ll take all the preparation I can get. He’s a solid twelve-inches, and he’s thick, teetering on the edge of being too much, but staying on the side of being just right. For me, anyways.
As he pumps his fingers in and out of me, his other hand slides to my throat and holds me back against him, his lips sucking my skin and leaving what I’m sure are beautiful little marks.
“Please,” I sigh, writhing against his palm and gripping his neck, “I want you.”
He chuckles against my skin and growls into my ear, furthering my want.
“Please what, Lacey? What do you want?”
“You know what I want,” I gasp as his fingers speed up their tempo, “please, just give it to me. Please fuck me, Charlie!”
He stills his hand, and I whimper at the loss of movement, trying to buck against his hand, but he holds me back.
“Alright,” he croons into my ear, “since you asked so nicely.”
He slips his fingers from my cunt and I’m left feeling empty, but the feeling soon subsides when I feel the tip of his cock against me.
With one quick, deep thrust, he’s inside of me, and I gasp, momentarily stunned at being so full.
He’s so fucking big and thick and he knows it; I can feel him chuckling against my skin as I sigh and try to adjust to his size.
Cocky bastard.
He pulls out of me slowly, inch by deliciously thick inch, making sure that I feel every bit of him.
He slowly thrusts in an out, my body adjusting to his size
with every thrust. The feeling of him filling me and taking me right here in the dressing room makes it even hotter, and I can feel my orgasm building.
He quickens his pace, nearly knocking the breath out of me with every thrust, and I can hear people outside of the dressing room, not far off. The thrill of being caught only turns me on even more, and I barely stop the wanton moan from escaping my lips as it bubbles up.
“Fuck,” I hiss in between pants and sighs, “you’re going to make me come again.”
He growls and picks up his pace, his cock relentlessly fucking me—until my release crashes over me in waves, ebbing and flowing.
Whimpers and sighs escape my lips as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm, another one slowly making its way to the surface.
I can tell he’s close too. His rhythm is becoming erratic, and his grip in my hair is tighter now—almost painful, but it’s the best kind of pain a girl could ask for.
With his hand on my throat and his other hand in my hair, he pulls and arches my back, so I’m looking up at him as he thrusts in and out of me. He takes my lips in a feverish kiss and groans into my mouth as he comes, the feeling of his cum filling me up pushing me over the edge.
I come again, this time a bit quieter as my lips are captured by his, and we rock together as we ride out our combined release, slowly coming to a stop.
He holds me there and laughs into me, his tongue exploring my mouth and meeting mine as he kisses me again, slower this time.
He pulls out of me, and I smile as I feel his cum slowly drip down my thigh. He smirks when he looks down.
He slips his hand down and wipes some of it with his finger, bringing it to my mouth.
I wrap my lips around it and suck, tasting both of our pleasure and sighing, closing my eyes, as I swallow and swirl my tongue around his finger.
He groans and pulls his finger from my lips as he kisses me again, this time slower and with more restraint and purpose.
Our lips part, and I look up at him with a dazed smile, my voice breathy and soft as I speak.
“So,” I purr, “shall we continue shopping, then?”
Chapter 20
Adam
For our date, I’ve decided to take Lacey to a strip club. I’ve taken a great liking to them. We don’t have anything like it on our island. At least in public. My bedroom has acted like one of these clubs plenty of times.
