My female friend, Maria, is always complaining that her husband ignores her and won’t spend any quality time with her. I don’t understand it because in addition to being a firecracker she is hot as hell. She is petite, with an amazing ass and large breasts that seem to defy gravity. She has dark black hair and a naturally tanned complexion. We had known each other from college days and kept in contact sporadically over the years after.
One day, she texted me out of the blue, again complaining about her husband was sitting on the couch and wouldn’t join her at a day at the mall. Having nothing better to do on a warm sunny day, I picked her up and drove her to our local mall. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt, short shorts and some cute flip flops. She looked 10 years younger than her 30 years.
“Thanks for picking me up,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “Oooh stubbly, someone forgot to shave.”
She threw her feet up on my dash, and I couldn’t help but look at her tanned, well muscled legs. I was in quite the drought, my girlfriend having left me six months earlier, and my thoughts went into the gutter.
Our first stop was a surf shop. She wanted to try on some different bikinis. I sat outside the dressing room, trying not to look to lecherous as she came out, each time in one skimpier than the previous. She would do a 360 twirl with each one, showing off her perfect ass. The last one had minimal coverage and she kept pulling the bottoms down as they tried to creep up. When she pulled them away I got a glimpse of a sharp tanline. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, and I think she noticed.
The next stop was for lunch where we both drank too much and shared takes of woes.
“I don’t think my husband finds me attactive anymore, we haven’t fucked in a month, and when we do, he’s disinterested and done in a flash,” she said.
“Well at least you have some outlet that’s not on a screen,” I said.
“Oh, poor baby,” she said in a mocking tone. “I’m sure it will get wet sometime soon” she added, reaching under the table to touch my thigh.
We left lunch pleasantly toasted to go to a department store. She said her goal was to find an outfit that her husband would pay attention to her in. She grabbed up a stack of clothing and hit the dressing room again. I couldn’t for the life of me understand what was wrong with her husband. Maria was a knockout. Just like at the surf shop, she would occasionally come out in a hot outfit, seemingly oblivious to my mounting horniness.
She was in the dressing room for some time, then I noticed a texr.
“Tired off all these ins and outs. Come on in and hang out with me.”
The dressing room was one of those used by both sexes so no one blinked when I walked in. She beckoned me into a room.
“What do you think of this one?” she said. She was wearing a miniskirt with her white tshirt. “Too short?”
She leaned over and the bottom of her buttcheeks peeked out.
“A little I said,” frog in my throat, I could feel my pulse quicken. What the fuck was I doing in this dressing room with my married female friend.
“Yeah I guess,” she said, stripping them off. She stood in front of me in her skimpy panties, purple, very sheer. I could make out her pussy lips through the fabric, and I blushed and turned away.”
“Oh shy boy,” she said.
She threw on another skirt, this one billowing, landing above the knee. Then she stripped off her shirt and bra. She was turned away from me, and I could see her beautiful back, well muscled, with a slender tanline.
“I don’t want to make you too red, shy boy” she said. She didn’t realize or didn’t care that I could see her in the mirror. She was also flushed, cheeks and chest. Her perfect breast were high and had no sag, nipples light, almost the color of her tanned skin. She put on a plunging top, cut to her belly button, then turned around.
“Too revealing?” she said, moving around in it. Her breasts could not be contained, and one slipped out. “Definitely would need tape for this one.” she said.
She turned around again, which was just as well since my cock was rigid in my pants. My head was spinning. She stripped off the top and her shorts and threw on a floral sun dress.
Turning around, I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked. She stared back at me, and suddenly looked annoyed.
“Oh for fuck sake, I guess I am going to have to do this all myself.”
She sat in my lap straddling me and kissed me firmly on the mouth. Her tongue darted into my mouth. Once this happened the dam was busted. I pulled off the sundress, ripping the straps and freeing her breasts. My mouth went to her nipples biting them gently to feel them stiffen. She smelt of vanilla. At the same time she was grabbing my cock through my shorts, then pulled it out of the fly. She stood briefly and tossed the ruined sun dress aside. Next came the purple panties, shimmering down her ankles. She straddled me again, taking the entirety of my cock in one firm push. She was wickedly tight, but her pussy was so wet there was little resistance. We continued to kiss as she rode up and down on my shaft, rocking her hips and lifting her body until the tip was almost free of her lips then back taking the whole cock inside her warm and wet tunnel.
She continued to build her pace, biting into my shoulder to suppress her moaning. Thank God the loud overhead music covered some of the sound of our bodies slapping together.
“Slow down” I pleaded, knowing I would not last long.
“Almost there” she whispered in my ear.
The place was too much, I had reached the point of no return. Just as I felt my come fill her, I felt her shudder and say, “Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
In the seconds after, with the smell of sex overpowering the small dressing room, we held eye contact and said nothing. She kissed me once more, a peck on the lips.
A saleswoman knocked on the door, “Do you need anything in there?” she asked. We both stifled laughter.
The ride home was quiet, but when I dropped her off, shopping bags in hand, she leaned into my car window and said, “Same time next week?”
Need to get me a married friend like that.