“Harder, harder, harder!” I groaned weakly.
*”Suck it! Almost there…. Uhhhh!”*
Both of us panted in exhaustion as we admired my bodycon tube dress in the mirror.
*”Finally… got… the… zip… up…”* you complained, and collapsed against the door.
“Too… tight…” I wheezed. In the mirror, I see your piercing blue eyes scan my hourglass figure, lingering at my voluptuous curves.
*”Shall we get you out of that, then?”*
I feel the dress zip slowly slide down my back. I turned swiftly to face you, and gasped in delight as your finger traced the dress’ sweetheart neckline, over my heaving breast. My head tilted back in pleasure when your fingers accidentally brushed against my nipples, as you teasingly peeled the dress off me. My boobs bounced free from the confines of the dress. You groaned in excitement at the sight of my C-cup girlies jiggling as I shimmied out of the dress.
I gently pushed you backwards against the wall. I inch my face closer to yours, and tuck your luscious lock of blonde behind your ear. I run my finger across your cheek, and across your painted lips. You inhaled sharply as I groped your buttocks, and then pulled your dress up to your waist. I glide my hand down your taut tummy, and then yanked your panties down. I see your eyes roll back, and you let out a soft whimper.
I parted your legs a little, and then settled my head between your thighs. I love your smell. I kiss your waxed mound. Every time my tongue flicked at your clitoris, you shiver in ecstasy. My tongue then found its way into your salty sea. I can taste your lust as my tongue plunged in and out of your pussy.
I stood back up and see your face flushed pink. You shyly open your eyes and you give me a kiss. Your hands caress my boobs, and I get a bolt of pleasure up my spine each time my erect nipples poke into your palms. While you were distracted with fondling my jugs, I slide my fingers into your cunt, and fucked you good. You cry out in surprise, and I feel you tighten around my fingers. I grinned cheekily, as I curled up my fingers and moved up and down instead. Your face turned red from holding your breath, anticipating the joyous climax. I quickened my pace, and then suddenly, you squeaked. Your squirt gushed out, all over my hand, and dribbled down your long legs. You were panting heavily, but still managed a weak smile.
••••
You gave me a kiss. *”Ready to go?”*
On our way out, I shook my head at the staff idling at the entrance, and handed the bodycon dress over. You saw me turn back to glance at the fitting room. *”I apologise about Room 2. We accidentally spilt water in there.”*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l8myln/the_fitting_room_ff_squirt
OMG, this takes me back to my ex and I in a spa bathroom. But also when I’ve gone shopping with them and played. She walked out, thankfully we got her jeans off in time, but her knickers were soaking wet (in my handbag). :D
Love this, thank you!