This summer after my college graduation (and tonsillectomy đ) I went on a two week trip to the Bay Area in sunny California. When I was there I stayed with my then boyfriend (letâs call him Andrew) and his family. In my time there we got up to plenty of antics, but my favorite was when we went to pick up his cousin from the airport. Hayden and I had planned to make a fun day-trip out of driving to the airport in San Jose to get his cousin and her boyfriend. (No. This isnât a swapping SOâs story as much as I wish of was. It isnât. )
Waking up early â10 am for us was earlyâ we went forth with our morning activities. Teasing each other until he edged his hard cock into the same pussy he had just hours before we fell asleep. Making me gasp for air and remember we have to keep quiet for a while longer, Andrew would place his hand over my mouth and quietly shush me as he methodically pounded his cock into me, whimpering softly, wishing I could make a sound. From spoon-fucking to him climbing on top of me, he kept plying me with âgood girlâs and shushes to keep me quiet as I became more awake, aware, and bratty with each pump. I slowly would buck my hips in directions I knew would purposefully mess with him until he put me in my place. That morning I knew I had some different bratty energy in me than normal.
Not long after my feistiness got me in trouble (I got distracting and was flipped and pinned face downâoops?), we were collapsing into one another and getting ready to face the day- and the little over an hour drive in the middle of a heat wave to go to a mall that Hayden was dreading his promise to go to.
Pulling into the garage of the mega mall Iâm
(seriously. Iâm from the Midwest. This mall puts 10 of my malls put together to shame) , I hand Andrew a small, very pink, remote and look him dead in the eyes.
âThisâ I say, â is a remote for thisâ as I hold up a medium-sized pink egg and turn it on.
Slowly, looking at him, I untie the string on my thin, black legging-like pants and insert the egg in my wet pussy. His eyes light up as he presses the power button and plays with the control settings, seeing my facial reactions and hearing the very faint buzz emanate and magnify as I am sitting on the leather seats of the Tesla. Smiling like a dumb idiot, he turned off the vibrator and motioned for us to get going. The idea of having a control to me outweighed his hatred for shopping as we were going to get him some new clothes.
Once inside the mail, Hayden had his hand firmly clasped in mine as we passed by the Rolex store and made our way to the Banana Republic, the second he set foot over the threshold, the first level of the vibrator turned on, with a sideways glance, we both smirked before we were pounced upon by the eager floor associates. Picking out pants and shirts, we rushed to the fitting room where he tried on clothes and sent me to find different sizes, Al while tampering with the speed settings. When I was getting close, I delivered a belt to Hayden as he inspected it, making it into handcuffs and motioning to me before the associate appeared again.
Satisfied with the pants -and the belt- Hayden turned off the vibrator and made me wait, dripping with anticipation for when it would next come on. It wasnât until after we got through the line to the register when the familiar and fun sensation came back as I struggled to keep my demeanor and not give away what I was currently experiencing. When the cashier was unaware I would shoot a stare laced with daggers towards Hayden, only prompting him to play with the settings more. Inside I was quivering. Bracing myself in the side of the counter, I wanted to let the sensations wash over me and cum and fall into a twitching pile then and there.
Sensing my shift in demeanor next to him, Hayden turned it off once more with a smirk. Once the transaction was finished and we ambled our way to the exit and towards the Macys, I muttered a âfuck youâ to where it was returned with a silent, disapproving look. Perusing the aisles, I waited for him to turn the vibrator back on, but knowing him, this was my punishment for my earlier statement. After browsing and finding a few things to try on, I was led to the fitting rooms again. Finally the button was clicked and was back on the low setting while I waiting on a padded bench mere feet away from a wife waiting on her husband. I was just waiting for her to pick up in what I was currently experiencing. I was dripping with the thought of getting caught. After what felt like fifteen minutes, couldnât have been more than five in reality, the couple left the fitting room and I went to check on Hayden to see how everything was fitting. With the cost clear, I slipped into his fitting room and helped make sure his pants were fitting right, and that he could take them off easily too of course.
I had only begun teasing him, kissing down Haydenâs chest when I heard the metal scrape of a hanger across the clothing rail outside the fitting rooms. I looked him in the eyes and continued kissing around him for a minute before winking and standing back up. The button clicked again as he turned up the speed and put his hand to my throat and brought me in for a kiss. We wanted to go farther, but heard footsteps of an employee checking in on the rooms, clearing out the unwanted clothes, interrupting us.
That isnât where all the fun ended that day, but this is just the first part of it. Want more? Let me know ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/srankg/when_in_california_part_one_the_mall_f