Date Night

He went for a run early this morning, unable to keep his mind of tonight. Building up a sweat in the cold, every street he crossed decorated with holiday cheer reminded him what was planned for this evening. “Macy’s — Men’s Coats Department 9PM -

The work day seemed long, inching by moments at a time. He needed to keep his mind off of her, the routine of the day would drive him mad. By late afternoon, his attempts to stay focus proved futile. Perhaps it was time to welcome the anticipation. With his boots on his desk, he took a quick picture and messaged it over to her…

She had gotten off work early, giving herself plenty of time to get ready. With a pile of shoes on the floor, and a bed spread covered in a litany of colored panties the height of her heels were on her mind. He was at least a foot taller than her 5'2" build, she wanted to close the gap. Practicality was thrown out the window hastily as she selected one of her tallest pairs of stilettos. Her phone vibrated twice on the bed, his message came through. Grinning coyly at the simple picture of his long legs and boots on the desk, she looked around the room as if to find ideas of how to respond in kind. Fresh out of the shower and naked she needed to cover up to play along with the game. Digging through her drawers she found a pair of black stockings, with a sexy bow embroidered near the top. Bare assed, she laid down on the bed and managed to take a picture of her stockings and not much more. “See you tonight handsome”.

It was an unusually cold night, the street lamps had already begun to frost and cars of the Macy’s parking lot chilled quickly. Dressed for the occasion, but not more so, he wore a long crisp black pea-coat over a cream oxford button down, slender but not skinny jeans, and handsome brown leather half boot. His long dark hair and light beard kept the frost at bay as he walked through the bustling parking lot full of holiday shoppers.

It seemed as if she spent more time deciding whether to wear panties or not than to pick her entire wardrobe. In the end a simple black lace thong and demi bra won the debate. She paired her black, bad but still cute, stilettos with a long and soft grey dress accentuating her curves on her petite frame. Christmas red lipstick, matching scarf and a classic black shall covering her bare arms completed the ensemble.

Typical of the season, the store was full of shoppers checking items off their list. The isles of the bottom floor were hard to walk through. Everyone seemed to be on a mission. The Men’s coats were on the fourth and final floor. As he took the escalator up, each floor had less and less shoppers. When arrived on the fourth floor, there were still a healthy amount of shoppers but not nearly as many as he’d expected. Had she done this before?

Gazing over the racks of coats and jackets, he barely caught a glimpse of her behind a rack of jackets. She looked pretty to him, surprisingly pretty considering the amount of filthy thoughts she had shared with him. Her back to him, he walked up behind her. His hand instinctively slid around her hip and rested on her waistline. She knew it was him, and didn’t immediately turn around. He pulled back her scarf just hair, and gave her a gentle kiss with a small bite on her shoulder. She turned around and smiled, ran her hand against his beard and kissed him as if she had known him for years. It seemed natural, and exciting. With all the shoppers around, none seemed to be the wiser that they had never met before.

They walked around a bit, looking at clothing and making small talk. She could feel his intensity grow as they found reasons to purposely grazed each other. She occasionally placed her hand on his chest as she asked him a question. She loved playing “couple” in public when all she could think about was him unwrapping her like a present. He seemed huge to her, despite her heels, he towered over her. His hands were large, they palmed her curvy cheeks with ease. Closing time at the store wasn’t far off, people had begun to filter out. She was getting anxious.

In the corner of the coat section, she reached up to grab dark blue blazer from the top rack. Her body vulnerable with her arms reaching up, his long arm wrapped around her. Quickly his hand ran down her stomach and in between her thighs. Without knowing, she held her breath as he pulled up her dress and began to caress her moist slit through the lacy thong. His other arm held her hip, pulling her rear against his groin. The jacket still in her hand, she pulled it down to eye level and pretending to inspect it. His cock filled his jeans, she could feel the warmth through her thin dress. As his fingers began to escalate beyond a simple caress, she realized his long peacoat was protecting the view from anyone passing by. His long middle finger stretched the length of her thong, between her inner thighs and now wet hole. Teasing it with purpose, more frequently diverting underneath her panties to the wet lips themselves. As she leaned back on him for support, his fingers began to burrow at the entrance of her hole. She wanted him to go up inside her, but couldn’t find the words. Her mouth opened widely and breathed out with every centimeter he moved into new territory. Without notice, he pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth, savouring her taste, and wiping any remaining wetness along her neck line. Very clearly he said “Perhaps we should go try this on?”

She scampered to the dressing rooms, leaving him behind. He grabbed a few more coats for good measure and followed in due time. The swarms of people checking out had left the rooms without tenants. He noticed a few other shoppers in the other rooms, but a quick search under the doors for black heels and he found the right room. She stood there, back against the mirror and dress thrown on the floor. Her face told the story, she loved the urgency. Throwing his coat to the side and closing the door behind him he walked up to her with a hunger. Taking her arms and holding them above her head he began to suck her neck, moving across her shoulders. His hands pawed her fiercely, his intimacy pulsing from him. His body pressed against hers, pushing her cheeks against the mirror. It was long before his hand delved down her black lace panties, fingering her tight soaking cavern. She nearly moaned when he went inside her, only to be stifled by his hand over her mouth. She knew better, and controlled herself while he had his way with her body.

Feeling the anxiety to let loose, he set her arms free, grabbing the back of her hair and locking lips with her. Her hands cruised through his shirt buttons; in no time both her hands were playing with his hard pulsing cock. He was so close to her that the tip of this cock teased her clit as she stroked him. His hands paraded her neck, his grip swaying between control and tenderness. They both were eager to show their prowess on their first encounter, egos combating each other with every kiss. Her cock massage had turned into a full fledged grind of soaking lips, his shaft covered in her juices. It had been long enough, the filthy messages, late night thoughts, accumulating desires…she pulled her panties to the side while his tongue tickled her ear lobes and lifted one leg.

His arms immediately wrapped around her ass, springing her other leg in the air. Her arms wrapped around his neck, he could feel her gasp. She felt the tip of his cock banter the entrance of her hole, her mouth open, impatient for the initial thrust. Up and in, he did not hesitate to leave an inch behind. Her soaking slit stretched, but the wetness welcomed his thick cock. She bit his shoulder hard to hold back her moan. Only open in the air, with her legs wrapped around him, and his cock pounding her against the mirror did she remember she was in dressing room. His height gave her a view of the rest of the rooms if she wanted to see, she ducked her head and sloppily kissed his neck while he had his way with her.

In a poor attempt to keep track of time he picked her up and placed her on the bench, ass up face down. Biting in his lip is self restraint from giving her round tush a full swing spank, he got on his knees, gripped both her checks and dug his fingers into them as he spread her wide. Her pretty cunt looked delicious to him, a sloppy mess of her wetness before him. Like a hungry dog he lapped it up eagerly. His tongue was without precision, it wavered from her clit to her knot with hunger. She wrapped her face in coat to quiet her heavy gasps, it had been quite a while since she had a man eat her ass and cunt for his pleasure.

Despite the lack of reasons to stop, there was one and that was their time was running out. He stood up, waggling his heavy rod near her hole. She pulled herself together and got down on her knees before he could enter her. Taking his soaking wet rod, she took him down her throat until she knew his pre-cum was dripping inside her. She craved to suck him with longer, but she wanted to tease him with the thought of what she was capable of in more leisurely circumstances. Throating him from tip to balls, his head leaned back in awe, he chest spread open as she tongued every inch of his shaft.

Jumping up she gestured him to sit on the bench. His hands reached around her cute cheeks as she grabbed a hold of the rod in between her legs. Her entire crotch was covered in his saliva, she couldn’t help it, she wanted him to have it. She placed the now rapidly pulsing tip of his cock on her rosebud, sitting quickly until his head tightly in his place. His hands underneath her ass, holding her up as she slowly sat down on him, working to take his entire shaft inside. Once she had managed to take all of him, she saddled into his waist, putting one hand on the wall the other masterfully playing with her clit. In what seemed like the first real words she’d spoken in quite a while, she said to him “Come with me”. Both his hands moved up to her neck, nearly holding her entire body up as she rhythmically rode his shaft with her ass. Her cheeks every so slightly slapping his thighs. Her gasps grew quicker and shorter as she worked herself up and the tighter his grasp grew on her neck. She was waiting, she wanted to hear him moan, to feel him spray inside, to taste his sweat when he came. He could tell she was waiting, barely able to hold on, teetering on the edge. Looking at her intensely, he bit his lip and nodded, a gesture of approval. Her hands vigorously attacked her clit as he slammed into her until his shaft could go no further. His eyes closed, head thrown back, her legs clamped down on him, her head buried in his chest as one hand rapidly finished the performance. His filthy hot load shot in her, his shaft expanding to its thickest point with each rope of sticky cum. Breathing heavily as his cock dripped inside her and her legs shook, there was a voice from outside…

“Last check out in 15 minutes!”

Hastily clothing themselves, they darted out of the store.