Getting sucked off by a good Catholic girl in a changing room [M27, F28]

As I’ve mentioned in previous stories, I travel a lot for work. I rarely ever find myself in the United States, but when I do it’s usually a good experience because on my downtime from work I can meet up with old friends and contacts. In July 2015 I found myself on a four-day trip to New York City. I was going to meet a few paper pushers, just to make sure what we needed to happen went smoothly. What this meant is that my actual work commitments were unusually minimal. I’ve only been to New York a couple of times, and don’t know the city all that well aside from the well-known sights of Manhattan, so took a look on Facebook to see who I knew in the area.

Jumping out at me immediately was Keara. She was a girl I’d chased at university. A beautiful girl. Very plain, quite ordinary and dare I say it a bit boring, but fucking hell was she hot. She just exuded sex appeal. A real girl next door. The only issue was her Catholic religion, Catholic schooling, and Catholic upbringing. She was basically a poster girl for virtue and chaste. At university I tried to play the long game with her. I just had to sample that pussy. Every single time I saw her around campus, I – without fail – fantasised about fucking her, looking right into her soul as I did so. I wanted to be the one to break her, to seduce her. Unfortunately that never happened. We were friendly at university, but her commitment to God remained too strong, and I never got to even cop a feel.

In her final year of school she met a man called Douglas. I kid you not, this guy didn’t even go by Doug, it was Douglas. He was as much of a loser as you can imagine. One of those generally clumsy people, with very little in the way of social skills and absolutely nothing outstanding about him. He was so forgettable. Honestly, I didn’t actually dislike the guy, but when he started courting Keara I was so shocked that my view of Douglas turned. What Keara ever saw in him I don’t know. He was of average intelligence, of average looks and way below average social behaviours. Within months they were engaged, and within a year they were married.

Scrolling through Keara’s page, what immediately jumped out at me was a complete and utter lack of any mention or reference to Douglas. No photos, no comments, nada. I delved deeper and found she was not even friends with him. I’d last seen Keara probably 4 years previous, and we had not really stayed in touch, but I decided to fire her off a personal message to see if she was about. I danced around the question of hanging out by asking how things were, what she did for a living and all of those small questions.

I got a reply within a couple of hours, and I saw in front of me the words I had been looking for. Douglas – yes, one of the lamest guys I have ever known – had left Keara for another woman. What. The. Fuck. I can’t overstate just how much of a loser this man actually was. I’d later find out he tested mineral levels in tap water for a living. How much more boring could you get? Anyway, it was fucking game on. My long game had become a lifelong game. I was out to get Keara.

I got to New York in the middle of July. I had a few meetings that first day, and was absolutely wrecked from the transatlantic flight, so headed back to my hotel room and ordered room service. I texted Keara and told her I’d arrived, and asked if I could take her out for a meal to catch up the next day. The following day I’d finished work by about 4pm, so headed back to the hotel, went out for a run and had a shower. I got a cab to the arranged dinner venue, and was surprised to see Keara was already waiting for me. I looked down at my watch and saw I was 5 minutes early. Rarely have I ever known a woman to be punctual!

As I walked over I could see she was absolutely fantastic looking. Just like I remembered her, and although she’d matured, she hadn’t aged. She’d lost some of the youth, but none of the beauty. About 5’5” barefoot, a splendidly slim figure, medium but oh so perky boobs. But what really got me was that face. It was like a painting. Perfectly smooth white skin, large full lips, a small and petite nose, rising up into cute hazel eyes. She had naturally blonde hair, and it was still as voluminous and soft looking as at university. As I approached, Keara’s face lit up into a beautiful smile and she flashed her perfect teeth at me. We embraced, and I could feel her breasts prodding my chest. My cock twitched. My hand gently brushed the soft chiffon material of her summer dress.

We chatted for hours over dinner, and Keara had a few cocktails. So much for the good girl who never touched alcohol at university. I actually felt a little sorry for her. It sounded like she was pretty happy with Douglas all being said, but he’d met a woman at the gym and off they’d gone together. The divorce was being finalised.

Despite my feelings for Keara, there wasn’t much chemistry at dinner. Believe me, I still wanted to fuck her, but I just wasn’t feeling the opportunity. We parted ways, and I headed back to my hotel. On the way back I got a few messages from Keara and she had now started adding “x” to the end of each message. She told me she wasn’t working for the next few days and that we should meet up again. I replied “sure, I’ll let you know when I’m free” and headed to bed. The next day I awoke to another few text messages from Keara. She had obviously been more drunk than I’d noticed. They were a little slurred, and one mentioned that she thought I was cute. Bingo.

I had only the one meeting in the morning. I’d expected to be finished by around 2pm, but as it turned out the meeting was wrapped up shortly after midday. I texted Keara and told her I was in Manhattan and free all afternoon. She replied and said she would come into the city shortly. I went to a Starbucks and sorted out some emails. When Keara arrived she looked even more fantastic than the night before. She was wearing a black bra with a white semi-sheer blouse on top, with these black high wasted shorts and gladiator sandals. She looked about 20, despite being closer to 30. I actually felt like I’d be judged as a pervert as I walked around in my three piece suit with this little cutie, but it had never put me off before!

We went for an uneventful lunch, as I daydreamed about shooting my cum on that pretty face. During lunch Keara mentioned that she wanted to “quickly” go to a nearby, well known department store to pick out a new dress for a fancy wedding reception she would be attending the following week. I agreed to go with her, and we looked through the dresses, while continuing to freely and easily chat. After picking literally about 10 bloody dresses we headed to the changing room. She told me she was going to model them for me and I could pick the best one. The changing room we were directed to was huge. Outside there was a sofa that presumably I was supposed to sit on, but I followed Keara in the door. She closed it behind her and said, “ok you can stay in, but don’t be peeking,” and giggled. I said I’d only peak a little bit and smiled. She laughed. I sat down on the corner chair and was already at half mast thinking about this show. I feigned not looking, but I glanced over and saw Keara shimmying the tight shorts down her legs. She was slightly bent over and I could see her black thong in plain sight. My heart rate increased substantially. My cock fully hardened. I had wanted to catch a glimpse of this girl naked since I was 18. I’d wanted to fuck her every day for years. I’d masturbated and cum thinking about her tits. They were metres away, just covered by one small layer of fabric.

I was kind of on guard actually. Here I was with a Christian girl, in a changing room, cock hard, and I wasn’t really sure to what extent she recognised the sexiness of this situation. She tried on a couple of dresses. On about the third or fourth dress, she couldn’t get the zipper up at the back. Keara asked me to come over and help her get the zip up. Fuck. I was sitting there with a full erection simply enjoying the show. I tentatively got up, casually looking down to make sure my dick wasn’t horizontally out from my body. I somehow managed to get it pressed against my torso, so it wasn’t too obvious.

I got the zipper up and Keara pushed herself gently back against me. I presumed she had noticed my erection, but she didn’t flinch, nor did she mention it. I returned to the seat and immediately Keara said, “why are you hard?” I was like a fucking deer in the headlights. My reply was, I think, about as suave as it could have been in the circumstances. I said, “you’re a beautiful girl, and you’re repeatedly changing in front of me. It’s an amazing sight, and one I’ve thought about for years.” Keara asked me how long I’d wanted to see her like this. She dropped the dress from her shoulders, and she was stood in front of me in just her bra and panties. I confessed that I’d thought about her sexually from the day I met her. To my surprise she told me she’d heard things about me, with the amount of girls I’d been with and she’d thought about me in that way as well. She told me she had wasted – yes, wasted – her university years in her mistaken belief in the perfect marriage and the perfect life.

Keara came forward and straddled my crotch. This was not the girl I’d known years before. She started gently thrusting herself onto me, while I unclasped her bra. I took it right off and immediately began devouring one of her nipples. I was sucking it and twisting it. Keara was moaning a little bit too loudly for my liking. We were in a fucking shop. There is etiquette, and that etiquette is to be quiet if you’re up to no good. I looked at those tits. I’m going to be honest, they weren’t as great under the bra as I’d expected. They were a little smaller and the nipples weren’t as cute as I’d fantasised, but they were still better than most. I think I’d put this girl on such a pedestal that I’d expected Aphrodite herself.

I was still dressed in a suit, waistcoat and all, so it wasn’t particularly comfortable for me. I unfastened my trousers and pulled them down with my boxers. Keara put her cute little hand around my cock and started stroking while giving me this super sexy grin. I couldn’t believe I was being jerked off in a department store changing room by a girl I’d never even been able to kiss just a few years before.

Keara got down onto her knees and started sucking my cock. Her mouth technique was above average. She had a wonderful technique with her hand, massaging my balls, that I think began me building a load quicker than usual. Her little mouth could only fit about 3 inches of my cock in, but she sensibly used her other hand to stroke the shaft to give me a bit more stimulation.

What turned me on most in this situation was that Keara was sort of humping my leg. She was definitely trying to stimulate her clit with my leg, so I moved my foot forward to give her better leverage. The moans through my cock were incredible. This super sweet, girl next door was properly going at my cock now.

Keara squirmed up against my leg and suddenly she stopped sucking. She looked up at me and then closed her eyes as she continued thrusting against my leg. She started shivering a little bit and let out this totally uncharacteristic guttural groan as she came. She continued shivering, and jumped at my touch. Her orgasm must have lasted two minutes. She looked at me and said she needed that. I was fucking enchanted by this experience. One of my greatest fantasy girls had just fucked my leg and cum. I didn’t even touch her pussy. What was happening in the world?

I stood up and she continued to suck. My cock had swollen to its largest size and my head was super sensitive. I pulled out and began stroking myself towards orgasm. That’s not usually something I do, but I just didn’t think that Keara’s small mouth would ever be able to bring me to orgasm by itself. I gave some assistance while she did these cute licks all on the underside of my cock. Her eyes never averted mine. This girl had turned into a slut.

I could feel that telltale tightness in my balls. My cock began to swell up. I told Keara to open her mouth and just like that I started getting the throbs in the head of my dick. I was already orgasming but hadn’t even started cumming. I was so sensitive I could actually feel the cum travel up the entirety of my dick – it felt like it was slow motion. The cum paused at the top of the head, almost waiting for a fuse to go, and then it happened. The cum shot out with such force that it didn’t even go in Keara’s mouth. It hit her tongue and bounced off onto her chin and dribbled down onto her tits. She caught the rest in her mouth, and after a good 30 seconds I was spent.

Unfortunately she spat the cum out into a tissue and wiped off her tits. She got herself redressed. We didn’t even speak. I was on fucking cloud nine. I looked at my watch and realised we had been in that changing room for at least 30 minutes, perhaps even 45. Amazingly, no one had disturbed us during that time. I told Keara I couldn’t cope with any more dresses being tried on, but I’d buy her whatever one she liked most as a treat. $280 that dress cost me, but it was totally worth it. When I had to pay the credit card bill the next month I smiled when I saw that charge.

Keara came and stayed at my hotel that night, but that is a whole other story. Let’s just say that this girl was fucking kinky. Unfortunately I had to fly off the following afternoon, but I’ve kept in touch with Keara. I haven’t yet had reason to return to New York, but you can fucking bet that the next time I’m out there, Keara will be getting a call.

I intend to use this account to catalogue my many different experiences with both genetic and transgendered women from around the world. I am absolutely not an author, so please leave any feedback on how I can improve my writing for future stories.

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