The first thing Matthew noticed when he arrived at the men's clothing store was
the smell of rich colognes and leather furniture permeating the air. He was
searching for a suit and needed assistance. The salesclerk, Melanie, was dressed
in the uniform of the store -- a white blouse, navy blue skirt and heels. She
offered to help him find an appropriate suit.
They were looking at different suits and selected several. Then Melanie suggested
that he might want to check out the shirts, also. She took off his jacket and
ran her hands over his shoulders to get an idea of how Matthew liked his shirts
to fit. She could feel his muscles flex as she moved her hands over his back
and down his arms. Not wanting to behave in a forward manner, she backed away
from him to give him more space and suggested several shirts that he might like.
Matthew followed her to the far side of the store and, when Melanie reached for the
shirt he had indicated, he also moved to get it and accidentally brushed his arm
along her chest. She could feel her nipples harden, but didn't want to assume
that it was intentional -- though she hoped it was. Melanie pointed to another
shirt that she thought he might like, then felt him step behind her, his hands
on her waist, as he pulled her back against himself. She could feel his hard-on
against her bottom. She made very small movements back and forth across his
hardening member, feeling the first tinge of wetness and heat between her legs.
Putting a little distance between them, she suggested they take the suit and the
shirts back to the dressing room for him to try on. The dressing room was quite
large with a leather chaise lounge, full-length mirrors and, most importantly, a
lock on the door.
With the door closed and locked, the clothes were forgotten. Matthew stepped
toward her and turned her to face the mirrors. With her back to him, he reached
around and cupped her breasts through her blouse. Stroking the nipples with his
thumbs, the points were obvious against the material. He gently kissed her neck
and opened the buttons, one with each nibble on her neck.
Her head was thrown back against his shoulder with her eyes closed, enjoying the
sensations, but that wasn't good enough for him. "Open your eyes and watch me",
Melanie complied with heavy eyes and watched as he finished unbuttoning the rest
of the buttons. Once the blouse was open, he undid the front closure on the
bra. Leaving her breasts inside the bra, Matthew stepped around to face her and
placed his soft lips in the valley between her, feeling the rapid pounding of
her heart and nuzzling the soft undersides of her breasts.
Feeling her eyes following his every move, he waited. Melanie pulled him up by
the front of his shirt, taking his face in her hands and gently licking his top
lip with a quick flick of her tongue. Then, she took his lower lip and gently
sucked on it, getting it slightly wet before she deepened the kiss. Imitating
what she had wanted him to do to her from the first time she saw him walk into
the store, Melanie stroked the inside of his mouth with increasing passion. The
front of his shirt was rubbing across the skin of her breasts, making them
increasingly sensitive to the slightest touch. Her nipples abraded against the
inside of her bra.
Her fingers hadn't been idle either. Using the one hand, Melanie had unbuttoned
the front of his shirt, so her other hand could explore his chest and stroke his
Matthew quickly broke off the kiss to work his way down and kiss her neck.
Lifting her hair out of the way, he worked his way around to the back of her
neck. Kissing and licking his way through the whimpers of delight that were
coming from her throat, he cupped her breasts again in his hands and brushed the
nipples with his thumbs. Melanie could feel the heat intensify between her legs
and the moisture starting to roll down her thighs. Their eyes met in the mirror
and they smiled.
She turned in his arms and pulled the shirt down off of his shoulders. With the
cuffs still buttoned, Matthew wasn't unable to get his hands free. Taking
advantage of this restriction, Melanie took his belt buckle in her hands and
slowly started walking him back against the wall. With the shirt hanging off
his wrists, he watched her take off the belt. When she unzipped his slacks and
found him without underwear, she slowly licked her lips. Lowering herself to
her knees, pulling his pants down to his ankles and looking up at him, Melanie
gave Matthew a wicked little grin before she took him into her mouth.
Her hot mouth engulfed the head of his member, sucking on it gently. Then Melanie
took it and gently rubbed it against the sides of her face and against her neck,
feeling the steely length pulse with blood. His head is so soft to touch. She
marveled at how wonderful Matthew felt and enjoyed the silkiness against her
skin. Rubbing the head against her tongue, he let out a low moan. She
cautioned him against making too much noise, saying, "You don't want to stop
now, do you?"
Stroking her tongue down the front of his manhood, Melanie tasted the salt from
his skin. Smelling the essence of this man made her very light-headed. But she
swirled her tongue up and down his staff, feeling the pulsing as it got hotter,
tighter and harder. Delighting in the temporary control, she cradled his balls
in her hands, wetting them with her tongue until they glistened. Softly she
blew on them, knowing that the cooling breath would be a small torment.
Reaching under her skirt, Melanie slid her fingers between her slit, getting them
wet. Then, with a firm but gentle touch she took her middle finger and massaged
the area directly behind his balls. Her finger glided back and forth, lightly
touching his balls when she was close to them, stroking the skin more firmly,
then she deposited the rest of her juices on his balls, licking it off
Trying to touch her, Matthew could only reach her head with one hand, the shirt
still impeding his movement. His hand stroked her hair and as Melanie sucked the
head of his member into her mouth. With her tongue cradling his length inside
of her mouth, she sucked her way slowly up and then back down. She increased
the suction a little more each time, increased the speed a little more each
time. Melanie wanted to make this last, but she also wanted to taste him so badly
that she couldn't wait. Following the urging of his hips to take as much of him
into her mouth, Melanie slid him as deeply into her mouth as she could.
Swallowing him whole, she heard his release and knew that she was totally
responsible for that wonderful feeling. Then, that wonderful sound, the sound
of his release was heard and Matthew arched hard into her mouth one last time.
Melanie swallowed his load as it filled her mouth. The mixture of the salty taste
from his skin and the creamy sweetness of his essence were truly nectar.
While savoring the taste and the moment, Melanie suddenly felt Matthew move. He
pulled her to her feet and lightly tossed her on to the chaise. The skirt
flipped up revealing the thigh high hose and the lack of panties, which
explained the easy access to her juices. Bracing his hands on either side of
her waist, Matthew forced her to lean her head back so she could see his face.
He lightly kissed her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue, moving his way down
to the side of her neck where he whispered, "It's my turn now."
That's when Melanie realized that his rod was still very hard and lying on top of
her mound. His hands undid the zipper of her skirt and with very little effort,
he removed the skirt leaving her open for his long and thorough perusal. She
didn't think it was possible, but she could feel herself becoming even wetter in
anticipation of what was to come.
Shifting his weight to her side, she missed the feel of him on top of her until
she could feel Matthew nuzzling her neck and his hand moving toward her hot
center. Fingers skimmed her slit, barely grazing the wetness that was there,
but he managed to make his presence felt. Matthew gently rubbed her clit,
smearing the wetness around and around, creating the most delicious friction.
Then, placing small kisses on her breasts, ribs, and stomach, he worked his way
down between her legs. Watching him look at her made her whole body clench in
need of his touch.
Placing both hands under her legs, Matthew reached up and took her wrists in his
hands and pulled them down toward him. Keeping a grip on her wrists, he told
her to open herself to him and placed her hands on top of her aching sex. Melanie
spread her lips willingly, eagerly. Watching his head lower between her legs,
she felt his moist tongue stroking up her slit, felt the firmness of it and the
pressure Matthew was exerting on the most sensitive part of her.
Her clit was throbbing and needing attention. Flicking his tongue around the
little knob, Matthew could feel it harden. Almost sobbing from the exquisite
pain, Melanie pulled herself closer to him. Matthew seemed to know where she
needed to feel his touch and anticipated her needs before she even realized she
needed it. Melanie want to touch him, stroke his face, but she didn't want the
sweet torment to end.
He stroked his tongue downward and placed it against the opening of her
womanhood. Matthew lightly licked the juices just outside her sex. Melanie
pleaded to have him stop the ache, wanting to tighten her legs to ease the
throbbing, but not wanting him to move. And just when she feared she would go
out of her mind, that talented tongue plunged into her. His firm tongue moved
in and out of her folds while his nose continued to stimulate her clit. The
sound his tongue made when Matthew was stroking her was so wet Melanie couldn't
stop herself from moaning out loud. He cautioned her about the noise, "You
don't want to stop now, do you?"
Melanie smiled as she recognize her own words coming back to haunt her. Her body
was twisted tight inside and the feeling was building. His tongue was playing
her like a master violinist until the string breaks. Her burning walls
contracted around his tongue as her muscles spasmed and she climaxed.
Matthew pulled her up from the chaise where she momentarily teetered on her high
heels and locked his arms around her body. He kissed her with an intensity that
made her want to weep. Then Matthew turned her around and placed her hands on
the mirror. Melanie saw herself as he did with clothes half on and half off, her
eyes heavy from the aftermath of orgasm, her thighs slick from her own juices.
With her hands braced against the mirrors, Matthew positioned himself behind her
and slid his cock back and forth along her slit to ease his way in. Melanie
wanted to move with him but he held firmly onto her hips, making this almost
impossible. His member slid into her gently at first and then gradually started
building up to stronger and stronger strokes. Her eyes were locked onto his
face, watching the intensity and the passion transform him. The strokes became
stronger and stronger until Melanie could feel his balls slapping against her skin
and see the multiple reflections of his tool in the mirrors pumping in and out
His face was totally intent on the sensations he was feeling, but Matthew didn't
forget her. Reaching around her, he rubbed her clit in rhythm with his strokes,
in and out, back and forth, until Melanie thought she would go mad. There was no
denying the wondrous orgasm that followed as she lost herself in complete
Then, with his arms suddenly locked around her hips, Matthew plunged into her one
last time. Melanie whispered into his ear, "Fill me up, baby."
And he did. Loudly moaning, writhing with the intense feeling, Matthew could
feel Melanie clamp tightly around his staff buried deep inside her, her muscles
still spasming repeatedly from her own sweet release.
Their eyes meet in the mirror and both of them smile. While continuing to hold
her and remaining deep inside, Matthew sat on the chaise enjoying the best day of
shopping he ever had.