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Shopping is a pleasure
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Shopping is a pleasure I had to work late last night. Just as I was getting cozy in bed, the phone rang. I had to go in and do a search, I didn’t get back home and in to bed again till 4am. I was to play soccer mom at 8am, but both the & I slept in. I missed phone calls and a text or two from my phone. After lounging in bed until late, I started getting butterflies. I could feel the wing tips fluttering in my tummy. I was nervous again after being so brave and forward in the dark with my propositions of a Saturday afternoon tryst. I needed something new- something to make me feel hot, make me feel sensual. I picked out a dozen items or so and slipped into the dressing room. I was alone. Latex, lycra, lace, and silk. Just touching the materials made my nipples hard. I tried on the latex thong and paired it with a silky black corset, cinching in my waist and feeling the boning pressing into my skin, the globes of my breasts softly supported as I fasten into a lacey see-through bra. My arms have goose bumps as I look in the mirror. I am nervous about how I may look, how he may react to me later tonight. Will he find my curves attractive? I look at myself in the mirror, turning left then right, trying to get a view of my backside. I am seeing too much ass, so I add a garter belt miniskirt and roll up the nylons, clipping the tops, looking at my legs in the mirror, the contrast between the black thigh highs and my own creamy thighs…I start to feel a warming down there and can feel my shoulders relaxing. I sit on the bench and look at myself in the mirror, imagining what I would look like if I took pictures of myself in the outfit. I lean back against the wall and allow my eyes to slightly close as I spread my legs, my hands running over my tits, my ribs, my stomach, feeling the different materials under my fingers, their texture helping to turn me on. As my hands keep rubbing touching back and forth, I watch them slipping lower and lower in the mirror. I feel my pussy starting to get wet, feel the heat building inside as it forces me to press my thighs forward as if my clit was crying out for attention. My hands finally touch the latex of the thong, slowly rubbing back and forth of the lips of my pussy. My hips begin rocking back and forth, then in slow circular motions as the fingers of my left hand pull back the material covering my core. I find the hard bud of my clit and begin rubbing, a low moan escaping from between bitten lips. I can feel my moisture and can smell my musk from my hot and so wet pussy. I loose myself for minutes and I work myself toward orgasm, watching all the while in the dressing room mirror through half shuttered eyes. I come so hard that my thighs slam together. My hand trapped, I rock back and forth until the last of the sensations die away. I then cover myself with the thong, take a few deep breaths and begin to undress,<b> juices running </font></b>from between my pussy lips. Back in my own clothes, I gather up all of my purchases and try to find a register. I parked near the men’s section and as I was walking that way, I found a register with no line and a hot male sales clerk at the helm. I laid all the silks and laces down, putting the still damp thong underneath it all- cutting my eyes left and right to see if anyone else was around. The cashiers attention seemed to perk up as he picked up each garment, feeling the materials, taking his time to fold each one and put it into the bag. His hands landed on my moist thong, his body froze a bit, but I caught his thumb rubbing over the wet material as his eyes slowly looked to mine. I smiled bashfully, as he rang my new undies, folded them and placed them last and on top in my bag. He gave my the total of my purchase for the day and thanked me for shopping. I replied back, with a catch in my voice, “my pleasure” as I took my bag and walked to the door. I looked back as I walked out and found him with the thumb to his nose, breathing me in, the last thing I saw as I left was his pink tongue snaking out to taste me. Off to play dress up again, this time adding the proverbial black dress and a pair of sky high peep toes. Cum back later- I may have pics. |
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Confidence reflects well on your new sensual demeano; all inquiring eyes wish to see how it fits all the wonderful lines of your curves too... M~ I belong, collared, chained, and contained, in kennel and held in position by the waiting grace of a Mistress with the scarlet lipstick.  **Any inquiries, comments outside my confines are to be made with my Mistress prior to contact; less you wish me to be punished, though Mistress won’t take kindly to that either…  M~ - "My Mistress’s Bad Habit, and Naughty Pet" Not sorry, but I'm no longer the more of it you want every time you have a taste...that lick belongs to Mistress now. 
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4/4/2009 11:53 pm |
wow, wow wow, would love to see your new dress up. I bet you feel/felt sexy as hell, oh wait you are
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4/5/2009 1:39 am |
Damn, I wish i was born a LATEX THONG! 
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4/5/2009 8:31 am |
hi there????
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8/3/2009 5:56 pm |
MMMM did it at Neiman with another female .Way to hot to explain. So why dont you join me sometime neighbor???
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