The Stunning Redheaded Soccer Mom Ch..5 [MF]

I posted chapters 4 and 5 today. So if you missed Ch. 4, you may want to go back and read it before continuing here.

If you haven’t ready any of this story, you may want to start at the beginning.

[Ch. 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u8u4ny/the_stunning_redheaded_soccer_mom_ch_4_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

The beginning: [Ch. 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tyk0ob/the_stunning_redheaded_soccer_mom_ch_1_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

Ch. 5

We exchanged flirty, and dirty, messages for the next several days. I couldn’t wait to see her Monday.

There weren’t any video chats, but a few suggestive photos, some favorites were one from her POV with panties down around her thighs and a wet hand, another with her sitting, legs crossed and panties hanging off an ankle.

On Monday, I had cleared my afternoon schedule. I scheduled my last meeting to be a call I could handle while driving to the neighboring city. She chose this mall because hopefully there would be a lower chance of running into someone either of us knew. And she said the ladies working at the stores in our town know her and would know I am not her husband.

I got to the mall early and finished my call in the parking lot there at about 11:20. It is a nice mall, as malls go. There is a Nieman Marcus, Saks, Nordstrom and several high-end women’s clothing stores. 

We make good money, but we Nordstrom is out limit. Stores like Saks and Nieman are way out of our price range. I don’t think I’ve ever been in these stores.

I waited in the car until a few minutes after 11:30. Didn’t want to seem like an anxious freak who got there before 11, which I was.

I then sent her a message as I got out of the car to walk in. She replied with a photo from the dressing room mirror of her in sexy heels and a tight fitting long burgundy-colored dress.

I walked as quickly as I could. I’d never been here and it was four floors. Shit. Where are the women’s dresses? I ran up the escalator skipping steps. Fortunately I didn’t fall.

I didn’t see her when I got to the dress section. Maybe she was still in the dressing room.

I waited a few minutes near the dressing room. Hoping the employees who saw me didn’t think I was a perv trying to peek in.

Finally she walked out in a tight, short, black dress with shoulders and arms exposed, and a neckline that plunged well below to near her navel. Oh yeah, and black stiletto heels (probably 4 inches) with ankle straps. 

Remembers she is 5’10” and almost all leg. Seriously, two-thirds of her height had to be from her waist down.

She looked stunning.

We walked around the store looking at dresses with her wearing that dress and those heels. Wow. She looked amazing. She also towered over me in those heels as we are about the same height.

I was not sure if it was fortunate or not that I had to wear a suit that morning for a meeting with some out of town execs. During COVID most of us had been wearing jeans to work with a collared shirt and sometimes a blazer on top. It was all zoom meetings. 

But in jeans my erection wouldn’t be so obvious as it was in suit pants.

Then as we were looking at dresses, she pressed her ass against my crotch and I didn’t care who could see my hard on, because that felt so much better in these pants than it would have in jeans.

She grabbed five or six dresses and then walked toward the dressing room. I followed and then paused at the entrance. She didn’t turn around. 

An employee nearby saw me and said it was fine if I wanted to join my wife to help her choose a dress. 

I guess that’s what happens when you have an arm full of dresses priced $500-$1,000+. 

There weren’t many other women shopping in the dress section, so why not?

I walked in, not knowing if she wanted me to. There were six or eight dressing rooms. I was hoping no one else was there as I didn’t want to open the wrong door. 

As I walked past the closed stalls, I wasn’t sure which was hers. The doors went to the floor, unlike ones I was used to that had a foot or more open at the bottom.

I then noticed the fourth door down was open. I looked in and there she was, totally naked with the little dress around her heeled feet. 

Guess she was expecting me. I walked in and she grabbed me by the dick and pulled me in to her and kissed me deeply while stroking me through my pants. Door still open.

After what seemed like forever, I reached back to try to close the door. She laughed and pulled away from the kiss. I shut the door and she unbuckled my belt. She then steered me toward the nice upholstered bench in the corner. She then unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them and pulled them down before pushing me back toward the bench. 

“Sit there while I try on these dresses. Leave your cock out where I can see it but don’t touch it”

She tried them on while eyeing my dick most of the time. She left those sexy heels on the whole time.

Once while naked between dresses, she turned her back to me and bent down to rub her ass crack against my dick. 

Another time she gently stroked my dick. And once toward the end she lightly licked the length of my dick. 

She looked amazing in all of the dresses. She had various lengths from near her ankles to her ass barely being covered and some in between. She said it was a very high-end wedding at a luxury resort overlooking the ocean. It was an evening wedding, so she wanted something appropriate for that. 

She wished it was a day wedding because she found a dress she loved for a daytime even. She pointed to one on a hanger that she must’ve tried on before I got there. She said she’d buy it anyway to wear to something in the future, or maybe they’d have brunch by the pool the day after. 

She had tried on all of the dresses. My favorite was one that was just beyond knee length, very tight around her ass and legs, slit from about mid-thigh down (probably so she could actually walk in that tight dress), neckline plunged below her tits, but not almost to her waist like the first one had. 

She stood in front of me naked, except for those heels. And asked me about the different dresses. 

Then she walked up between my legs, turned around, bent over, and put her ass in front of my face. At 5’10” and in heels her ass was right at my face’s height. I was surprised to see she had a butt plug in her ass. 

I leaned forward and licked her pussy lips that were displayed right in front of me. She was so wet. I licked along the outside of them up and down. Then licked past her lips to her taint. She kind of purred. So I kept going and licked toward her ass. Her body language seemed receptive, so licked up and around the butt plug. Used my tongue to push the butt plug farther into her. 

I had never been with a woman wearing a butt plug before, so wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it. 

Then I decided to use my fingers to push it in and pull it out. Her reactions indicated it was a good decision.

I heard voices in the dressing room. It was an employee and another customer. I froze. She pushed her ass toward me to tell me not to stop. 

I pulled out the butt plug slowly and then licked around her asshole with my tongue. Would you believe she has the most beautiful asshole ever? That is how I remember it. Realistically, I know that not every part of her could have been perfect, but that’s not how I remember it. I remember it being a perfect pink star. Waxed, smooth, clean.

I inserted my tongue and tongue-fucked her ass. I ran a finger along her slit as I did this. She was so wet. I slid a finger in. Pressed it against her g-spot. Then I felt her hand rubbing her clit. 

Then came the most explosive, nearly silent orgasm I could have imagined. She wobbled on her heels. Fell forward and caught herself with her hands in front of her. 

She was seeping out of her pussy and I used my mouth and tongue to clean her up.

Finally, I was done and she went down to a knee to help herself stand up. She put on a cute sun dress that she must have worn to the store. She asked me if I could stand up to let her use the bench. 

I stood up and my pants fell to the floor. My hard dick pointing right at her. 

She sat down and asked, more like told, me to take off her heels and put on the wedges she’d worn to the store. 

She crossed her legs and held one foot out toward me. 

I unbuckled the ankle strap and slowly pulled it off. She put her bare foot to my mouth. I opened and took her foot in my mouth. She has big feet, maybe size 10 or bigger, which makes sense because she is so tall. I sucked her foot, then licked her soles, sucked each of her toes individually.

As I was doing this, her other foot, still in a heel, started teasing my dick. Sometimes stroking it, other times pushing my dick hard back against my stomach. But never enough sustained friction to where I was close to cumming. I was dripping precum all over those shoes and the floor. 

I had never generated so much precum before. I was hoping she was going to buy those shoes because I think I ruined them. 

Then she took her foot from my mouth and held up the other. I more or less repeated what I had done to the other. This time her other foot, now bare, toyed with my dick.

Finally, she pulled that foot away and lifted one of the wedge sandals with a toe. I put on both shoes and she said she was going to buy the day dress, the one I liked, the really short one, and the heels. She said I should remove my underwear before coming out of the dressing room. She leaned in, licked off some of the precum, then walked out.

I took off my underwear, tried to dry off as much of the precum as I could, then got redressed and walked out. My dick was making a tent in my pants as the female employee walked toward the dressing room when I exited. This was not going to be good. I could not hide it. I shouldn’t have left my suit jacket in my office. At least that may have hidden it a little.

April was finishing paying and said we were going to another store. As we walked through the store and then the mall, she would regularly grab or stroke my dick. There went my chance of it getting even a little soft so that it wouldn’t be so obvious. 

We went to a small women’s clothing store. We browsed the dresses. She kept teasing my dick. It was so sexy when she did it while talking to the hot saleswoman. The lady had no idea, as she couldn’t see. But April seemed to like it, and it gave me a rush.

April didn’t see anything she liked there so we walked through the mall. I think she liked me displaying my erection for anyone to see.

She insisted we stop to have lunch. She sat across from me and teased my dick with her feet.

“Aren’t you glad you took off your underwear. It feels so much better this way.”

We window shopped. She teased my dick. We got coffee. She teased my dick. I was going crazy. 

We talked as we did this. Normal everyday conversation. Getting to know each other. About our lives. Our days ahead. Usual stuff. Well, usual except for the raging erection and her constant teasing.

We then went to another small shop. Her teasing of my dick intensified as we browsed. There was only one lady working in this small store. She was pretty, kind of a honey blonde, about 5’3″ tiny, but with big tits that her tight top did not try to conceal

April was more brazen than ever. I don’t know how the lady working there didn’t notice. Not only was April groping me, she would grind against me, front, back, side whenever we were somewhat behind a rack of clothes.

She grabbed a few dresses and a sexy pair of strappy black heels and headed toward the dressing room.

Before I could move, the woman working there said, “Sir, I am certain she is going to need your assistance in there.” As she pointed toward the dressing room. The tone in her voice convinced me she had noticed April’s shenanigans, and didn’t disapprove. Must not be her first experience with horny shoppers.

This dressing room was more typical of ones I had seen, there was a curtain instead of a door, and it only went to about two feet or 18 inches from the floor. It was smaller than the one at Nieman and had a chair instead of an upholstered bench. 

April was sitting on the chair when I walked in, still dressed as she was when we walked in, and immediately went for my pants. 

She pulled out my dick and licked it, slowly, lightly, swirled her tongue around the head, licked and sucked my balls, played with the precum. 

I was so ready to explode but she was not giving me enough friction for enough of a sustained period. She seemed to almost be loving on my dick. Worshipping it. Savoring it. I brushed her hair, rubbed her neck, caressed her face while she was doing it.

This went on for a long time. She then started taking me in her mouth, getting me close to cumming, before slowing down to lick and tease again. We had probably been in there for 15 to 20 minutes now. The lady working there had to know it doesn’t take that long to try on a couple of dresses. And the curtain didn’t muffle any noises. Hell, at the proper angle, she could probably see quite a bit under the curtain as we were against the back of the dressing room. 

She took me to the brink a few times, and I had been ready to cum since I first saw her maybe two hours ago. 

Finally she went for it. Took me in her mouth and bobbed up and down until I exploded in her mouth. Holding her head tightly. Trying to stay quiet, but surely failing at it.

She swallowed most of it, but some trickled down her chin. She scooped it up with her finger and swallowed it.

She looked as satisfied as I felt.

We took a minute to compose ourselves. I got dressed. She reached into her purse and then asked, “can you help me with this?” As she handed me the butt plug then bent over. I gently worked it in for her as she gave her pussy a little rub. Then we walked out of the store.

“Thanks. But I think I got what I needed,” she said to the saleswoman as we left the store. The sales woman had a grin on her face that meant she surely knew something happened in there. 

As we walked through the mall the alarm on her phone went off reminding her it was time to pick up her daughter. 

Shit, I had no idea that much time had passed. 

We walked to the parking garage. Had a good kiss goodbye and then went our separate ways. 

We weren’t going to see each other for a while. I had to miss the next soccer game and I was traveling for work during the next week’s practice. Then she would be at the wedding.

But I thought that day’s activities would tide me over for a couple weeks.

We texted. She sent naughty photos. We even did a video masturbation thing again. I had never had so much sexual chemistry with someone before. 

It would be two weeks and a day before I would see her again at soccer practice. 

We tried to work out a time to meet up somewhere before, but it just didn’t work out. 

At the wedding she sneaked some sexy shots of herself and sent them to me. 

The wedding was a Saturday night. The last message I got from her was early that evening. Then I didn’t hear from her the next day or even Monday.

I went from texting naughty things to asking if she was okay. Then I worried she had gotten caught by Biff. So I stopped texting sometime Sunday evening. I didn’t think I had done anything wrong. Had I?

I figured I would just wait to see her Tuesday. It was the longest wait.

I rushed to be the first one at practice. It was a nice day out. There would be no repeat of the car experience. But I just wanted to see her. Touch her hand or anything. I was so intoxicated by her. It really was like a spell. I just wanted to be around her, and hopefully make contact with her body, even in a nonsexual way. Not that any touching of her would be nonsexual to me.

Practice starts and she and her daughter are not there. I keep watching the parking lot. Nothing.

She doesn’t come.

That night I went to look at her social media accounts for a clue. They are all deleted.

Now I am worried. It definitely is not something I did.

I don’t want to send her a message even on the secure app because maybe Biff has discovered it.

I don’t want to ask around among the parents. One, I don’t want anyone to become suspicious about our activities. And two, she is new to the neighborhood and soccer team so they are unlikely to know anything more than I do.

Two weeks go by and then I get a message request from an account I don’t know on the app. 

No one knows I have this app. I assume it is SPAM, but accept anyway. It is her.

She asks if we can do a video call. I agree. She is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. No make up. She looks beautiful. But sad.

She explained that the passion she felt with me combined with going to the wedding and hearing the reverend speak about love and marriage made her realize she made a mistake being with Biff. She left the wedding early Sunday morning before Biff woke, went home, packed, grabbed her daughter and went to her parents house.

She said she knows I love my wife and have no intention of leaving. And that she does not want to ruin anyone else’s life. So she just left. She felt bad about not saying goodbye to me and just vanishing. But that this would be the last time we communicated. 

We talked for about 30 minutes. There was laughing and crying. I wished her well and have not heard from her since.

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