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“How are we doing over here?”
“Just fine,” Angelo smiled. “She’d like to try some things on.”
“Ooh, great! Right this way.”
I shot Angelo a questioning look as the blonde hurried across the floor.
“Just to see how they look,” he explained.
The dressing room, swathed in various shades of pink, held tan stall doors and soft seats for waiting.
The salesgirl pushed the closest stall open. “Go right ahead. Let me know if you need anything.”
She walked slowly away, making sure each step caused her ass to sway.
“Be back soon,” I told Angelo, going into the dressing room.
I shut the door and turned around to take off my top, thinking I’d try on the red push-up bra first. At least that one would be a practical buy. I needed more form fitting bras I could wear with blouses to work.
The door abruptly opened.
“Hey!” I howled.
Angelo slipped in and shut the door behind him. “I wanted to see. You’re going to need a second opinion.”
I made a face at him in the mirror. “Oh really?”
“And I’m going to say so far so good...” He closed the distance between us with one step and came to press himself against my back.
“Angelo,” I softly chastised, before falling quiet. With his hands on my stomach and his mouth on my neck all thoughts of protestation left.
“We shouldn’t...” I whispered, but it was really no use.
“You have to take this off first,” he whispered into my ear, unhooking my bra for me.
It fell to the floor and he took my breasts in both hands. I watched in the mirror as he massaged and kneaded them, pushing the nipples in between his fingers.
I bit back a moan. Any minute now and that salesgirl might be back. And what would she say when she looked under the stall and saw both mine and Angelo’s feet?
On cue, two women began talking a short distance away.
“And that would look great with your skin tone,” the clerk said.
I opened my mouth to tell Angelo to get the Hell out of the stall, but he’d already begun undoing my pants and pushing them down my legs. I let him continue. The desire in me burned badly enough that I made a decision. It was already too late to turn back. We might as well hurry up and see this thing through to the end.
Angelo spun me around and covered my mouth with his. I parted my lips, eager for the taste of his kiss, only vaguely noticing the zipper sound as he undid his pants. Working deftly, he pulled my panties down and grabbed my legs by the knees, holding them up. His tip pressed into me, breaking down any prior hesitations I had about making out and full-on fucking in a dressing room.
The conversation outside droned on and on, the women saying words I didn’t even understand anymore. Angelo thrust up and into me, creating a pool of warmth and pleasure in my core.
My head fell back and I swallowed a moan. Angelo’s nails dug into my ass. His breath kissed my neck.
He pushed his palms against my hips, driving me further down onto him. Pleasure overwhelmed my senses, exploding out until a powerful climax shook my world. I trembled against him. The way he bit and sucked my skin took me to new heights.
Angelo moaned against me as he pulled out and turned me around. With my bare ass against him, we both faced the mirror.
A little whimper left my lips. Holding me tight once more, he entered me. I squirmed, still sensitive from that wickedly potent orgasm. Angelo’s thumb brushed my clit, setting a rhythmic circle of movement there.
I did as he instructed and watched as he pounded me. With his face set in grim determination and a bead of sweat sliding down his temple, he was the hottest I’d ever seen.
