A chance [m/ 18f]

The rain splashes cooly into my hair. It makes me smile even though one of my most severe pet peeves happens to be wet hair on my head. I run into the mall with my bestfriend. That’s when I see you. We make eye-contact; I smirk confidently, as I always do when I’m fairly certain I will never encounter a guy again.

We navigate through racks of clothes, I scoff at prices (silently in my head) and we finally decide on things to try on. My favorite part of shopping is always choosing outrageous things that I would never dare to wear in public. Corset in hand I pull the dressing room curtain to cover me. All that clads the small room is a single chair, a few hooks and a full sized mirror.

I abandon my top clothing and watch in the reflective glass as I tweak my nipples. They harden and I laugh. I haven’t noticed you peeking in yet.

I’m trying to tie the laces on my corset when you enter. I’m shocked but I don’t yell out as I should. “Shhh,” you say, pressing your finger to your pink lips. We make eye-contact in the mirror and you cockily gaze at me, pulling the strings tightly and tying me up. My breasts have been pressed up and are delicious globes, exemplified by the tight bodice.

From behind you unbutton my jeans. I feel your hands sensually run down my hips as you smoothly slide them down, leaving my g-string intact. Your hard shaft is nested in between my ass cheeks, it’s presence instantly makes me feel slick.

In the mirror I see you take a condom out of your pocket, take your dick out, tear the foil and slide the rubber on. Seeing you so close to me, and with your masculinity on display, is breathtaking.

You bend me over the chair; in the artificial store light I watch our reflection.

A sexy women in a black and red corset, topped off by two perky breasts. A man wearing loose blue jeans with a rock-hard cock sticking out of the fly and a faded green t-shirt. The man removes the black string from between her cheeks and slides himself into her cunt until his balls nearly enter her.

He fucks her so fast that a slapping noise is produced from the quick contact of their sweating bodies. Her face is flushed, she looks content with her mouth agape and eyes slightly glazed. The man is looking down, concentrating on his cock taking advantage of her tight, wet hole.

My friend calls out. “Yes,” I say. She locates my dressing room. Quickly you pull out of me, your cock makes a faint popping noise as it leaves. “Are you decent?” she calls. I tell her I’m not but put my head outside the curtain with one hand propped on the dressing-room wall the other securing the curtain to hide all activities from view. “What do you think of this?” she asks referring to a shirt.

I feel a hardness filling me once again. Slowly it invades, slides in and out. “It’s cute, are you going to buy it?” I question while being violated by a strange man. “I’m not sure yet. I think the blue one might be cuter.” “Can I see that one?” she nods and wonders why I am so flushed before rushing off to fetch ‘the blue one.’

When she’s out of sight you pound me harder. My face is still outside of the curtain. I see another attractive man waiting outside the fitting rooms eye me as I stifle a moan. My nipples tingle at the thought of him knowing what’s going on. He knows I’m being fucked by you. I see the outline of his cock as he openly ogles the moving curtain. My pussy clenches and waves rake my body as an orgasm is triggered by these two men I had not seen before today.

“I think this color looks better with my eyes,” I hear my friend approaching us again. Suddenly there is a pulsing within me; you are coming in the condom. I press my hips back into you and savor the feeling.

“Yes, I think that color better suits you.” You pull out of me, toss the soiled condom to the ground and plant a light kiss on my cheek. As soon as my friend is out of sight, you exit.

I dress, my friend buys her shirt and I never see you again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/54udrf/a_chance_m_18f