Shopping Trip

January 2

This is a work of fiction.

We both had work parties to attend for the end of the year, so it was mutually decided that we needed to do a spot of clothes shopping. Neither of us particularly liked going, as it meant fighting through crowds of people doing their seasonal shopping, but it was a necessary evil. And besides, we had each other, so it wouldn't be too bad.

We hit up a couple stores, not finding anything that we liked, and ended up in a massive shopping centre. It was busy, and loud, and by the time we'd found a few items we were intending on buying, I was about ready to go home and call it a day. But then he suggested we try a few things on, and my brain immediately switched gears. I followed him into the changing rooms, taking the one directly across from him, and pulled the curtain closed. I hung up the shirts and trousers I'd picked out, then paused. I wasn't sure how to get his attention casually, so as to not attract too much suspicion. I looked at myself in the mirror, giggled, then started getting undressed. I'd stripped down to my underwear when I grabbed a pair of trousers at random and stuck my head out round the curtain.

"Psst, babe!"
Nothing. "Psst!" I repeated, a little louder. As expected, one or two other curtains twitched, but their occupants quickly disappeared when they realised I wasn't their partner. Thankfully, Mark looked round his own curtain.
"What's up?"
"I need help. I got this zip stuck and I can't get it open." I waved the trousers out of the curtain, making sure to show just enough skin to make it seem urgent.
"Okay, one sec."
I ducked back into my stall and waited. Mark slipped into the stall with me, snapping the curtain shut again behind him. He was also only in his underwear; perfect.
When he raised the trousers up to inspect the zipper, I seized my opportunity and pushed him down onto the little seat, then settled myself on my knees between his legs.
"What're you doing?!" He hissed in a whisper, staring down at my in disbelief.
"Blowing off some steam." I replied in an equal whisper, giving him a wink.
"Here?! Now?!"
"Why not?"
He let out a few more sounds of surprise, but didn't otherwise try to stop me, even as I reached into his boxers and pulled his cock free.
"You gonna stop me?" I whispered, stroking his cock which was now mere inches from my lips. "Just say the word and I'll stop."
He licked his lips, but said nothing. He awkwardly reached up and tried to hang the trousers back on the hook, not taking his eyes off me for a moment. Unsurprisingly, the trousers fell onto the floor beside me with a soft 'flump'.
"Great." I smiled, then flicked the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock.
"Fuck." He breathed, bringing his hands down to rest on the seat.
I took the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on his foreskin, working my tongue. I made sure to work up as much spit as I could before throating him, gently bobbing my head back and forth, feeling him grow harder in my throat. His hands were on my head by then, guiding me up and down as he rocked his hips slightly to meet my movements. If anybody was really listening, they would recognise the sounds I was making, my throat being stuffed, the tell tale wet noises.
Mark was fully hard when he started fucking my throat properly, holding my head tighter, thrusting deep into my mouth. Tears streamed down my cheeks but I kept my eyes up on his, my hands now free to explore my own underwear. I'd already been getting wet at the mere thought of what we were doing, but now that it was actually happening, I was soaked. One hand playing with my tdick as the other teased my throbbing, wet hole. My boxers were more of a hindrance than anything else, considering they were sticky with my wetness, but I persisted. When I slipped two fingers into myself, my eyes rolled and I let out more desperate moans, half cut off by Mark's cock in my throat. I was on the cusp of cumming on my fingers when Mark pulled my mouth off his cock. I took the opportunity to get my breath back fully.
"What's wrong?" I asked, strings of drool still connecting my mouth to his cock.
"Get your ass up here." He demanded in a whisper.
We switched positions, me up on the seat, him behind me. He whipped down my boxers, positioning me with one foot on the floor, one on the seat. Sure, it was a little awkward, us being in such close quarters like that, but it made it so much hotter. He lined his drool soaked cock with my wet, needy cunt, and pushed in slowly. I had to bite on my own arm to stop myself from crying out, and Mark buried his face in my back to moan softly against me. He slid in right to the base, then rocked a little inside me, letting my cunt stretch around him. It felt so good, being stuffed so deeply after toying with myself for long.
Mark started with some slow, deep strokes, holding my hips tightly. My cunt gripped his cock every time he pushed in, accepting him happily. When he started working up a pace, thrusting into me harder, I had to remind myself we were in a changing room, and stifled quite a few moans. It didn't take long for me to cum, soaking his cock more, the walls of my cunt pulsating around his length. He groaned low, arching over me, fucking into me as deep as he could. It would probably have looked quite funny to an outsider; him arched over me, fucking me like a beast, me pressed against the wall, mouth open in a silent moan. If it wasn't for the radio playing in the background, everyone would be able to hear the sounds of our rutting. Perhaps the spaces directly beside us, but by then we didn't much care.
He straightened up enough to whisper in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. "I wanna cum in you. Deep in you."
I let out a soft moan for reply.
"Let you keep it inside you for the rest of the day."
Another moan from me.
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot..."
He kept fucking into me for a few more minutes, bringing me even closer to a second orgasm.
"Fuck, I'm cumming...fuck, take my load, baby..."
He pushed into me deep, my cunt milking his cock as I came. His hips bucked as he came deep inside me, filling me. I could feel his cock pulsing, jerking inside me. He fucked into me a few more times, making sure his cum was as deep in as it could go, before he pulled out. Breathless, slightly light headed, I bent down and pulled my boxers back on, grinning, then turned and sank back onto me knees to suck his cock clean.
He groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth, as I slurped up our combined cum.
"Shit me...you're a naughty bastard."
He kissed me deeply when I stood up, then gave my ass a little slap before slipping out of my cubicle.