Page 413 of S is for SEX

“Try them on, Baby Girl,” Erik said. I felt as if I had no choice. His tone of voice often changed, and although it was not loud, or disrespectful, he had a ‘direct’ tone. This was it.

“Yes, sir,” I responded, walking toward the cashier.

“Excuse me, can you unlock a dressing room?” I asked the girl behind the counter.

“Five and six are unlocked,” she said as she twisted her hair in one finger, pointing to the rear of the store with the other.

“Okay, thank you,” I responded in a smart-ass tone.

I hated teens. I know that five years ago, I was a senior in high school, but it seemed so far away now. Now that I had completed college, the thought of being in high school seemed so distant

“Do you know her?” Erik asked.

“No, I just hate high school girls,” I said, now wondering how Erik might respond.

“So do I, Baby Girl, so do I.”

We walked through the aisles to the dressing rooms in the rear. As we walked past the various displays, Erik was very attentive to the clothes that they were laid out. He turned and looked at several, feeling the fabric or making a remark about something, and how it would look on me. When we got to the rear of the store, I looked at our reflection in the mirror. Erik looked great; tall, muscular, with very good posture. I looked like I had bird legs. After I confirmed the door handle was unlocked, I told Erik I would be right back out.

I pulled off my shoes and removed my shorts, placing them on the bench. I unfolded the jeans, and struggled to get into them. After I had them on they felt like they fit well, but getting into them was difficult. I looked for a mirror, and there wasn’t one in the room. I opened the door, and stepped out to look at them, and to show Erik.

“Do you like them?” I asked, rotating in a circle so he could see all angles of my physique.

“Love them. Where are your shoes, Baby Girl?”

“Oh, I left them in the dressing room,” I said pointing in the room.

Erik walked past me and into the dressing room. He motioned to me with his hand to come into the dressing room. I looked through the store, which was almost empty, and walked into the room.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

He held his index finger to his lips, giving me the symbol to be quiet, and leaned toward my face. With his finger still crossing his mouth, he brushed my hair behind my ear with his other hand. I could feel him touching the lobe of my ear, and I felt his breath on my ear and neck. His mouth moved from my ear along my neck and to my shoulder, and I felt his breath on my skin as he moved. It was as if he smelled me with his mouth.

His mouth opened and he began placing wet kisses along my neck to my ear, licking my skin with the tip of his tongue as his mouth moved up and down my neck. His tongue, darting out and randomly licking me, caused goose bumps to rise on my arms and legs again. He positioned his head directly in front of mine and held his finger tightly to his lips. He raised his eyebrows as if to confirm that I understood. I nodded my head and smiled.

“Don’t say one fucking word, Baby Girl. Not one fucking word,” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded again.

Using his index finger, he moved the neck of my shirt aside, and kissed and bit my clavicle. Chills ran down my spine all the way to my toes. His lips moved up my neck to my ear. His mouth opened and lightly encompassed my lower ear lobe, kissing it softly. He grasped my face lightly with his right hand, and turned it to meet his.

Pressing me against the corner of the dressing room, he began to kiss me. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. His hand slid from my face to my lower neck. With his palm resting on my lower neck, his thumb and fingers stretched to my collarbones. The tips of his finger began squeezing my neck. His grip alternated between lightly squeezing and a more firm grip, as we continued to kiss.

I focused on his hand that was squeezing my neck more than I focused on the kiss, and it was making me want him to fuck me. I wanted him inside of me, right there in the dressing room. Slowly sliding his big cock inside of me - gently, quietly, deeply…as he held his hand over my mouth. I felt as if I were fading in and out of consciousness.

As we kissed, with his right hand on my throat, he reached around the lower part of my back with his left hand, grabbing my hip bone. Pulling with his left hand, he began to spin me around so that my back was facing him. He held my face and continued to kiss me as he turned me around. With his left hand he unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans.

As the jeans fell to the floor, my heart raced. I could feel every beat of my pulse against his palm, which still rested on my throat. I felt his left hand on my butt, struggling with my panties. I reached for my panties, and when I did, I realized my hand had been stroking him through his jeans. I have no idea how long it had been there, but one hand was against the wall, attempting to hold myself steady, while the other was reaching behind me stroking him to rock-like hardness.

I pulled the front of my panties down with my thumb, and he pulled on the rear. After they slid down my thighs, they fell to the floor. I kicked my jeans and panties to the side, and pressed my butt against him.

“Put both your hands against the wall, Baby Girl, and don’t say a word, understand?” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

I heard his belt unbuckle and the sound of his zipper. With both palms on the wall of the booth, I stood - naked. All I had on was my shirt. I began to shake. A chill went through my body. I desperately wanted him inside of me. I wanted to feel him become part of me. I looked between my legs, and saw his pants fall to the tops of his boots. As I was focusing on his pants, I felt the head of his hard cock press against my wetness.

His right hand grasped my neck, and I felt his mouth by my right ear.

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