Moonlighting

by Kris Eton

Then he broke away from her. Her breathing came in gasps, and an emptiness clawed inside her. Their eyes locked for a moment. She leaned forward to capture his mouth in another kiss, but he had other plans.

  "Turn around,” he whispered with a dark intensity.

  She hesitated for a split second. She wanted his mouth on hers. More of the burning and the passion. Her gaze slid to his mouth, and she tipped her head toward his. His mouth descended on hers once more, hot and wet. Another fiery kiss before she would comply. His grip on her arms loosened.

  The kiss ended gently this time.

  She gave him a slight smile. “Yes, officer."

  She turned to face the full-length mirror on the wall behind her. She studied her reflection, her hair already a mess, her cheeks pink with heat, her breasts exposed with the nipples tightened into points. She was a regular harlot, and she liked it. It felt good to let go, do something wild, and forget all her problems for just one night.

  "Put your hands on the wall.” His warm breath tickled the back of her neck.

  Her abdominal muscles clenched at the breathy caress. Her heart sped up, beating as if she were a wild rabbit cornered by a hawk. “Yes, officer.” She wet her lips and put both hands on either side of the mirror in front of her.

  "Spread your legs."

  Her pussy lips, wet with desire, spread just as easily as her legs. She imagined his hard cock, hidden beneath his uniform pants, fucking her. In and out. In and out. Penetrating her slickness. She closed her eyes and waited.

  His first touch was hesitant, along the right side of her body, still partially covered by the dress. He ran his hand from just under her arm down to her hip, pushing down the fabric. Pausing on her rounded curve, his fingers gripped her for a second then released.

  His palm glided lightly across her ass, then slid up the other side of her, where the zipper was unzipped. Instead of continuing up the side of her body, his hand stopped in the gap, touching her bare skin. Goosebumps rose up on her flesh. She willed his fingers to cup her tingling breast, to pinch her already hard nipple.

  His fingers did move forward, under the fabric, to rest just under her breast. He stroked the soft, tender skin he found there. Kara thought she would go mad. Her nipples zinged with need, and cool air drifted up under the skirt of the dress buffeting the wet, engorged flesh of her pussy. She wanted to scream.

  Just touch me! Touch me!

  He cupped her breast, squeezed it, and then pinched her hardened nipple.

  Her pussy quivered. Warmth and wetness surged out of her. She'd never been so wild with desire, so needy for a dick inside her, as she was at this moment.

  His fingers slid away, and she groaned in frustration. She looked up at him in the mirror and saw brown eyes darkened with lust. Catching her eye, he smiled, a lazy, sexy smile that promised she wouldn't leave tonight unfulfilled.

  "Take off the dress, Kara."

  Trembling, she slid the dress down to reveal the rest of her body.

  "Spread your legs wider.” He lifted a wisp of hair off her neck and kissed her there. A tremble went through her at the soft touch of his mouth on her skin. She widened her stance and waited.

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  Chapter Three

  Jack looked at Kara in the mirror. She was now almost nude, revealing her sweet, rounded flesh with nipples hard as ripe cherries. As much as he wanted to go back to caressing her breasts, something told him to take his time, drive her wild, make her remember this night. Two strangers in an almost-empty store. Not his style, but he was at the point of no return. He wanted her and wanted her bad.

  How in the hell did he get so lucky? He stroked his hand down her exposed back, her skin soft to the touch. She shivered, and he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder. Her ragged sigh sent him over the edge.

  He should be at home watching the game, not here in this store with this sexy, hot woman. Their scorching kiss almost made him come in his pants. And her breasts? They were as soft and supple as satin and the perfect size for his hands. He could spend all night touching and teasing them.

  She spread her legs even further apart as he had instructed. He could smell the musky scent of her sex, and it drove him to distraction. He imagined how hot, tight her pussy must be. How good it would feel gripping his cock. He took a breath, held it, and tried to slow himself down. If he didn't, he'd probably orgasm right here.

  He knelt down, put one hand on each side of her left ankle, and slid his hand up her leg and under her dress. Her skin was like silk, smooth and soft. She sighed softly, and he bit his lip at the sound. His hands crept past her knees, up her thighs, and stopped short of the damp heat he knew waited for him.

  "Nothing on this side,” he said with a rumble. “How about the other?"

  He circled his hands around her right ankle, sliding up her leg as before. Kara braced her arms against the wall on either side of the mirror, her breathing rapid and shallow. Everything about her was soft. Delectable. Irresistible. His cock hardened even more, pressing against his pants.

  As his hands slid up her inner thigh and closer to her heated core, she moaned. “Oh, God. Touch me before I go crazy. I can't stand it anymore."

  Spurred on by her begging, he slipped a hand between her legs and into the molten dampness of her pussy.

  "Oh, God, are you wet.” She was drenched in moisture, her pussy lips engorged and throbbing against his fingers. It was almost more than he could stand. He stroked her softly. “How does this feel, Kara? Do you want more?"

  "Oh, yes, yes, yes.” She gyrated.

  Finding the bud of her clit, he pressed a thumb against it.

  She groaned and rubbed her pussy against his hand. She felt so good. So hot. He slid the finger of his other hand inside her, stroking the wet, swollen walls. He imagined his dick thrusting in and out of her cunt. Fucking her from behind. He added a second and then a third finger to her vagina.

  His thumb worked at her clit, the bud growing in size, engorging with blood. The smell of her sex was intoxicating, urging him on. He kissed her perfect buttocks and worked his way downward. When he reached her pussy, he pulled his fingers away and slid his tongue into the moist warmth of her. She groaned at the first touch of his tongue. Licking and laving her clit, he savored the salty tang of her sex. He slipped two fingers back into her vagina.

  God, she was dripping. All for him, he thought, while continuing to fuck her with his fingers and lick her with his tongue. Never had a woman tasted so good.

  When the inner muscles of her pussy tightened on his fingers, he knew she was close to orgasm. In a rush, he withdrew. As much as he wanted her to climax, it would be so much better to take her to the brink, back off, and then give her the release she craved.

  "What? What are you doing?” she cried out. “That felt so good. Don't stop now."

  Oh, my God. Kara had never been so hot for a man in her life. The side of her face was pressed against the mirror glass. It was cool against her heated skin.

  She was so wet. So ready. And that thing he did with his thumb on her clit—a little bit of pressure and the softest circular rubbing motion. Then, when he licked her, it was almost too much to bear. His tongue on her clit was a staccato beat of pure erotic pleasure. She had been on track for an earth-shattering orgasm when he pulled away.

  Her body shuddered at the loss of stimulation. Each nerve in her body tingled in anticipation for the sexual release that was sure to come. If he was this good at finger fucking, she could just imagine the real thing. Her knees trembled at the thought.

  "Turn around.” Jack rubbed his palm across the soft curve of her ass. “I want to see you.” The intensity of his feelings surprised him. It was as if a switch had been flipped on inside him. A switch that had long lay dormant, waiting for the right woman to turn it on. But now that Kara had turned it on, he wasn't sure if he could ever imagine turning it off.

  With a sigh, she turned away from the mirror and faced him. He wanted to kiss those full, be
autiful lips again, caress those perfect breasts, and feel her wet warmth surround his cock.

  Most sexual encounters in his life had been very planned, very organized. After the third date was his usual routine, a glass or two of wine back at his apartment, a few minutes of making out on the sofa, and then a move to the bedroom, condoms waiting in the top drawer. This was completely different. Out of the ordinary. But more spectacular than he could have imagined. He hardly knew anything about this woman. Just that she was getting a divorce tomorrow, she more than likely was not a shoplifter, and she was the most beautiful woman on the planet.

  They were complete strangers who would never meet again. At least, he didn't think so. With her uptown hairstyle and expensive silk underwear, she didn't seem like the type who would be comfortable at Barney's Pub down the street from the station. She looked like the kind of woman who probably dated Ivy League types with high paying jobs and hand-tailored suits. Which was too bad.

  He looked up at her. “You're perfect,” he whispered, hardly even aware the words escaped his lips.

  "I am?"

  As he stood up, he pulled the dress down her body. Then kissed her thighs, her stomach, each nipple, savoring the sweetness of her skin. “More than perfect."

  She sighed under his kisses. “Can someone be ‘more than perfect'?"

  "Must be.” He unbuttoned his shirt. One of them had on too many clothes. He needed to change that.

  "Here, let me help you.” She reached for his belt buckle.

  The feel of her fingers just above his hard-as-a-rock cock was more than he could stand. His pants fell away, and her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers. A tent pole of an erection greeted her.

  "Well, what have we here?” She curved her fingers around his shaft, and he trembled at the control she had over him.

  Shirt still half on, he stopped undoing buttons and reached for her. Their mouths met in a volcanic kiss. He devoured her like a long lost lover. The kiss deepened, tongues entwined. He couldn't get enough of her. The sweet taste of her mouth drove him mad. Her hand let go of his cock, and he made a noise of disappointment. But that allowed him to pull her closer. Naked skin to naked skin.

  She would be his, and he wasn't going to let her go. If he had his way, this would be a night neither of them would ever forget. And it wouldn't be the last.

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  Chapter Four

  When Jack dropped his pants and Kara fisted his cock in her hand, she imagined its rigid length impaling her again and again. Her tongue mimicked the act, stabbing playfully into his mouth over and over again. But since he was so much into teasing...

  She pulled her mouth off his and stared into those goddamn sexy eyes. In the dim light of the dressing room, they were almost black.

  "What?” he asked her in a whisper rumbling with desire.

  "Just stay there.” Gently, she poked him in the chest with her index finger and then gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

  She knelt on the floor in front of him, her mouth at eye level with his rock hard cock. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip. She wanted to take him to the brink, just like he had taken her. This was something she never would have done with Ben. He always had made her feel less than adequate in the bedroom. But today, she was reborn. Every nerve ending was alive. She felt beautiful, desired, sexy.

  Her mouth enveloped the hot length of his penis.

  "Oh, God, what are you doing to me?” he cried out. He rested his hands on her head.

  To hear those words made her feel powerful. Jack was a strong, muscular guy, and she brought him under her control just with her mouth on his cock. The need to increase his pleasure grew stronger.

  She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis and then sucked, bringing him deeper into her mouth. Encouraged by his groans, she gripped his bare ass and deep throated him. His buttocks tensed. Picking up the pace, she slid him in and out of her mouth.

  "I'm going to come,” Jack moaned. “Oh, God! Oh, God!"

  She sensed a rigidity in his body. He was almost there. She sucked hard on his erection, enjoying each moan, each animal thrust.

  He let out a final cry, and a hot jet of ejaculate shot down her throat. Salty and tasting of him.

  He grunted and then let out a huge breath. “Fuck! What are you doing to me?” His hands fisted in her hair.

  She released him from her mouth and greedily licked the remaining drops of cum from the tip of his penis. A burst of sexual energy erupted from her. She had never felt more beautiful or more powerful in her life.

  She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him with her to the floor of the dressing room.

  She spread her legs wide for him, and he nestled himself between them. Their mouths met in a hard, burning kiss. His dick grew hard again—a solid heat against her thigh. He grabbed her hair in one hand and twisted it in his fingers. His other hand tweaked a nipple.

  "Tell me you have a condom,” she whispered when she broke off their kiss.

  Shit! Jack had almost forgotten. He'd never had a woman get him so hot, so fast that he would forget something like that. Fumbling for his discarded uniform pants, he pulled out his wallet. Her cunt pressed against his dick, and he tried to think of something else—anything else—besides her open legs and the invitation to fuck her senseless.

  Please let there be one in here. Please.

  He fiddled with the flaps of his wallet, tossing credit cards and business cards to the floor. His fingers touched the familiar shape of a condom wrapper, and he sighed in relief.

  "Got it!” He put the wrapper between his teeth and ripped it open with one hand. The other hand kept him inches above her prone, naked form.

  "Way to be prepared, officer,” she said, her voice a sensual whisper.

  He knelt back from her body, slipped the condom over his painfully erect penis, and then pressed himself against her.

  He captured her lips for another deep kiss, their tongues dueling. Her moans and heavy breathing drove him wild. Lifting his hips slightly, he touched the tip of his cock to her dripping vagina. One roll of her hips, and he plunged into her.

  It was like coming home. His cock, encased in heat and slickness, made him fall into an animal rhythm. He pumped into her, his thrusts deep and long. Her satisfied sighs pushed him over the edge, and his buttocks tensed as his desire ran out of control.

  "Yes, yes,” Kara moaned, her fingers grabbing his biceps. “God, that feels so good. Don't stop. Don't stop."

  Her words kept him on track, and he held back the orgasm that threatened to overtake him.

  One last moan rose out of her perfect, pink lips. Then, it turned from a moan into a scream. “Oh, God!” Her hips bucked beneath him, and he knew she had climaxed. A few more deep thrusts, and he was lost in his own sexual release. The most fucking amazing orgasm of his life.

  He collapsed on top of her, and then rolled to one side, pulling her soft body up next to him. He wished they were back at his apartment, not here on the dressing room floor. A thought as cold as ice water jolted him back to reality. How would she ever believe this was not his usual M.O. when it came to women? He'd never done something like this in his life. He finally found a woman worth keeping, and they'd fucked on the floor in the middle of a department store. Not exactly the best way to woo a girl.

  He couldn't let her slip through his fingers.

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  Chapter Five

  "I can't believe I did that,” Kara said, breathless. The floor of the dressing room suddenly felt as hard as rock. She shifted under his weight. Although her body was loose and relaxed, her mind was going a million miles a minute. What had she been thinking? She didn't know this guy from Adam. How could she have let herself lose control so easily?

  "I'm glad you did.” Jack smiled down at her. He traced a finger around the edges of her mouth, and then kissed her lightly. “That husband of yours was crazy for cheating on you."

  Whe
n Jack mentioned her soon-to-be ex, the full impact of what she had done dawned on her. When Ben cheated on her, she'd vowed to keep men out of her life for good. They were nothing but sex-crazed beings who treated women like crap. Just because she just had her first orgasm in years didn't mean Jack, a virtual stranger, was any different than Ben. How could she have been so stupid to let herself get so carried away?

  Pulling away from him, she sat up. “I have to go. I can't stay. You—we—this isn't me. This isn't the kind of person I am.” Grabbing the crumpled dress lying the on the floor next to her, she covered her naked torso.

  "Wait,” he said, reaching for her.

  She slipped out from underneath his body. His hand touched her arm, like he wanted her to stay there, but she just couldn't. “Am I still going to jail?"

  "What?” He shook his head at her. “It was a misunderstanding. You didn't do anything wrong. I get that. Of course I'm not arresting you."

  "I need my clothes.” Kara stood up and rubbed her arms. The air conditioning was too cool on her naked body. “Could you turn around?"

  "Hey, slow down.” Jack was on his knees now, putting on his uniform shirt. “Let's talk for a minute. Where are you going?"

  "Slow down? If you're not arresting me, I just want to get dressed and go home.” Though the words came out of her mouth, she could hardly believe how callous she sounded. “Isn't that how it usually works—quid pro quo?"

  "Quid pro what? Do you think I'm some kind of jerk? You think I just was looking for a piece of ass?"

  "Yes.” She pushed past him and slipped into the dressing room where she left her clothes.

  "Well, you're wrong,” he called after her. “I'm not that kind of guy. In fact, nothing like this has ever happened to me before. It was just that you were ... I couldn't help myself. There was that dress, and you're so beautiful..."

  She snorted. “Isn't that what you all say?” Of course, she was somehow special. Yeah, baby, she made me so hot, Ben had said about Kathy, her best friend and his new lover. Kathy came on to me. She had this tight little dress on, I couldn't help myself.