The Big Store

©2005, Scrumpox and Parent Entities

It's just starting to get dark out, the sky an unbroken, uniform gray dome over the suburbs. It's raining, and has been all day, the mist steady, sometimes sideways, a fog or fine, fine rain.. I brush the accumulated drops off the lapels of my suit jacket as I reach the huge awning.

I enter the department store, striding through the building’s warm exhalation. I am instantly bathed in the almost liquid smell of merchandise, all factory-new. I am overcome by the leather of shoes and handbags, the reek of the mixed perfume and cosmetics, and the slightly stinging scent of new women's clothing somewhere off to my left. I can even smell the new tires from all the way downstairs, and that miasma of popcorn, all the way from down the mall.

I head toward the escalator, strolling casually as I visualize the colors and vague patterns of the ties I would like to find, shirt colors, suspenders, a suit I may treat myself to. As I glide quietly up, I see the quiet and completely alluring woman, you, browsing through the women's dresses. What drew me to you, I can't define, but there you are. I think of isolated words, concepts without form: noble, striking, mature, aware, sexy. You're wearing a simple, long saffron-colored dress in wide pleats, with dark high heels, maybe olive, maybe black. Your blouse is light and shiny, silk, and in what appears to be a dark, leafy floral pattern. Two strands of pearls in differing lengths arc across your chest, which is exposed almost perfectly by the one undone button of the blouse. It’s simple, elegant, and magnificent.

You glance up and around the store and catch me admiring you. You stare back quietly, and surprisingly I don't turn away, as I’m immediately inclined to do. I look back quietly, and just before I disappear to the upper floor, I smile and nod slightly. I gratefully lose sight of you before I can see the anticipated negative reaction.

The shopping upstairs is what I expected, not much difference in the selection than when I was here six months ago. Pleasantly surprised, I have found one tie after looking through every display, and have also found a dress shirt that will do. With my small bag of purchases, I head over to the men's suits to browse before I head downstairs, out of the building into the rain, and home to a sandwich and some TV before bed and yet another misty day tomorrow. I glance around the store as I walk the short distance to the suits and see you browsing the men's undergarment section. You have your hands rather loosely entwined in what appears to be silk boxer shorts, holding them up for inspection. As I notice you, you glance up again, and this time it's you who smiles first, quiet and purposeful. I smile back and continue on to the suits.

As I slowly work my way through the racks, I steal embarrassed glances at you as you continue your rather in-depth study of the men's boxer shorts. I can see that you are deliberately checking each pair out, holding them up and running your hands in and out of all of the different openings. I wonder, even feeling guilty for thinking it, if you might be holding them up only so I can see what you're doing.

Just before I finish my look through the suits and jackets, I see you at a distant counter, paying for dark, patterned, and now obviously silk boxer shorts. You stuff them into your dark leather shoulder bag and move purposefully toward the escalator, way over on the opposite side of the floor. I am watching you very intently, watching your hair shine in the light, the sway of your skirt, listening to the faint click of your heels through the surrounding mumble of the store. Just before you disappear around the corner, you take one last glance over your shoulder, immediately and directly at me, already smiling as you turn. Part in disbelief, part an effort at comedy, I glance behind me to see who might be there to receive your attention. As I turn back around, smiling toward you, you've already disappeared. I’m ashamed at myself for my stupid, failed joke.

I hurriedly move to a point where I can see the glass partition under the railing surrounding this upper floor, where I can secretly watch the escalator moving down. After a few minutes I see you drifting slowly down to the first floor, not even looking up or back, and certainly not noticing me from my hidden viewing point.

I return slowly to the suits, and finding nothing, move on to the shoes, where the inventory also has not changed. I keep glancing toward the up escalator, and toward the men's underwear, but you are gone.

Finished with my shopping, I head down, scanning the rising floor below for you. Instantly I find you as you seemingly drift in the women's lingerie section. You are holding a pair of very lacy and very small thong panties in each hand, one cream the other a glowing cobalt blue. You suddenly glance up, see me, and begin to model the panties on yourself, alternately holding each panty up to your torso. I feel like a voyeur, an intruder, and look embarrassedly away, only to glance back and see you with yet another pair, this time black. You glance up at me as I reach the floor, with what seems now to be an inviting glance that again disappears behind the endless displays and walls of available merchandise. You pull a tiny white thong off the rack, and I watch you turn it over in your hands as you examine it. You hold it up, slowly stretch it out as if preparing to step into it. I am struck by the impression that you are massaging it, manipulating it, giving me a public yet highly private little show. I am aware that I am being drawn in, and I realize I’m not in control of what’s happening.

I am intrigued and puzzled, and almost panicked. I am stranded momentarily at the bottom of the escalator, unsure of what to do and where I am, my mind racing with questions and possibilities.

I decide to stay and, well, research the situation, embark on a rare and possibly magical adult adventure to see what really is going on, and to answer all of my questions. Why not indulge in an adventure on an otherwise boring weeknight? I glance around and mercifully spot one of many jewelry counters near the escalator. Now it's my turn to watch while I pretend to shop.

I move along the glass displays, glancing frequently up from the dazzling counter toward the lingerie department, trying not to look hurried or concerned, struggling to appear confident and cool.

A few minutes later I see you, a little deeper into the lingerie section. Now you have another three garments in your hands, satin or silk half-slips. One in cream, one in bright, bright red, and one in royal purple. The red and the purple virtually glow against your skin as you inspect them. Again you catch my glance. You glance down your body as you hold the purple slip against your body. Then you glance up, directly at me. Your expression, without a second of doubt, asks me for an opinion. I smile, at first in relief at not being rejected and then at your suggestion, and nod slowly at the purple. You hold up the cream, and I nod the same. You hold up the red and I nod again, beaming.

You step through some display racks and come to garter belts, a tall rack bursting with springing lace and elastic and hooks and fantastic feminine colors. You pull four from the rack and slowly model each for me. I silently nod my approval at each one, still smiling at this amusing situation.

You then gently and almost imperceptibly beckon me toward you with a gentle roll of your head. I am startled and my expression gives my lack of confidence away. You immediately recognize my surprise and apprehension, and you instantly calm me with a warm and serene smile. You again subtly and silently motion for me to come toward you, and I respond.

As I move slowly into the lush silken paradise of the lingerie, you turn and begin to walk slowly deeper into the racks, keeping your distance. As you walk you pick up two teddies and a corset from the racks. I catch only a glimpse of burgundy and dark green, lace and thin straps. Both times you steal a glance back at me and ever so slightly, smiling, silently encourage me to follow.

I suddenly notice, with some surprise and a momentary return of that shock and consternation, that I’m hard. I can feel it pushing against my left leg, forced there under my suit pants. I slowly, hopefully nonchalantly, slide my left hand into my pocket and stroke the top of my hard shaft as I follow slowly after you. I feel almost like I'm swimming as I wind after you through the racks of magnificent feminine decoration.

Now I see you're headed for the dressing rooms, and I slow my pace in anticipation of a corporate presence. You stroll directly into the dressing room corridor, still holding the articles you pulled from the rack. I sit down on one of the frilly and overstuffed chairs placed there for waiting friends and bored husbands as I watch you disappear at the bend in the corridor. I gratefully notice no one else is around.

I hear swishing and the rustle of fabric from the cold echoing interior of the dressing room area. Still no attendant.

A few minutes later I hear the opening of one of the doors and look up slowly to see you walking down the corridor toward me. You stop directly in the opening of the dressing room hallway, both arms clasping your blouse shut, but not tightly, not in fear or shame. Slowly you open your arms, opening your blouse to show me the lacy burgundy teddy I saw you pull off the rack on the way in. Tiny little ties of satin cord run from the slightest hint of your cleavage all the way down to where the teddy disappears into the top of your pleated skirt. I stare in wonder at the curve of your breasts, absolutely stunning.

You look down at me as I sit there transfixed, you smiling softly, full red lips, and your eyes watching me intently. I nod slowly, smiling back broadly, I realize almost stupidly, as I again stare boldly at the teddy and its magnificence on you. Such a fantastic sight. I lick my lips involuntarily, which seems to please you very much.

You slowly, deliberately close your blouse back up and return down the dressing room corridor, buttoning your blouse as you go. You glance back once at the bend, smiling, and then disappear again. the wonderful show and this unforgettable encounter are over.

A few more minutes pass, during which I wonder if I should leave quietly or stay. I vow to stay and ask for a number, that’s all. No name, no details, unless this goes better than I figure it will. Later, over dinner, something dark and quiet and as classy as I feel you are, it’ll be time to meet you, get to know you. My cock, raging only minutes before, is shrinking rapidly.

You suddenly appear in the bend of the corridor, fully dressed again. Now you motion me down the corridor, your finger barely curling as you invite me in.

I glance quickly around the store and I get up to follow. You turn to lead, disappearing again around the bend of slatted doors. I glance once more over my shoulder, and seeing no one, plunge into the wondrous maze.

Lingerie is draped on seats, on hangers in the booths as I pass, and can smell the new fabric in the still air of the dressing area. I feel like an intruder in a purely female place. My hand, still lingering in my pocket, tells me that my cock has again come to life.

I turn the corner and see four more stalls continuing on to the mirrored wall. I can see only your hand holding the door of the last dressing stall slightly open. I slowly approach the door and pull it open. You step back from the door and sit on the padded dressing bench, your legs crossed. You are so casual and cool, so unbelievably sexy. I step into the booth and lock the latch behind me.

As I turn toward you, you roughly take hold of both of my hips and square my body to face you. Quickly your hands are on my belt buckle and on the catch of my pants. They fall straight to my ankles, showing you my now rising cock straining inside my underwear. Hooking both hands at the hips, you rip the underwear down and my cock literally springs out, sticking straight out toward you in my almost unbearable excitement.

Without waiting you take my cock into your mouth, opening wide and pulling almost all of it in. The moisture, the heat, the silky feeling of your mouth are overwhelming, and I let out a startled gasp, surprised at the intensity of the feeling. My hands shoot out to brace myself against the mirror in front of me. Your hands curl around to my bare ass and I can feel you rubbing and stroking my ass as you slowly slide my cock in and out of your mouth.

Your hands curl around my ass and spread my cheeks apart, and I can feel the air deep in my backside, strange and new. A finger gently traces my anus and rubs the opening with the slightest of pressure, massaging the area and the tiny opening. I am looking down at your face, seeing it contorted in your sexual pleasure and activity, watching your mouth and lips move over the texture of my cock. Your eyes are closed as if asleep. My shaft glistens in the stark lights.

You slide my cock from your mouth and catch it with your hand. You scoop my balls into your other hand as you reach around my cock, holding it straight out, pointing into your mouth. Your tongue slowly emerges and you slowly lick and massage the head. You lick all over, around and beneath, then the tiny opening at the tip. You slowly run your hand up the shaft as you suck and lick the head, forcing it to grow bigger and darker. You slide your mouth off of my cock and quickly jerk it a few times, the last time slowly squeezing the shaft from the base all the way to the end. A single pearl-drop emerges and you bend your head forward and gently, almost reverently lick it off. I hear you sigh very, very softly.

Abruptly you stop and stand. My throbbing cock is pressed up against you as you stand so close to me. Again taking me by the hips, you turn me and push me down onto the dressing bench. Then you slowly turn around so that your back is to me. As you do so, you lift your skirt slowly, silently urging me to finish lifting it for you.

I take my time to lift your skirt, thoroughly enjoying the sight of your thighs and ass as they appear from under the soft cloth. I lift your skirt and delicately drape it up over your hips. As I do so you put your hands on the jamb of the slatted door.

Your wonderfully curved ass is now exposed to me, covered with the bottom half of the wine-red teddy that you showed me only minutes ago. I gently reach between your legs and find the snaps, quietly undoing them. I can already smell your heat, your wetness. I can feel the heat of your ass and pussy on my face as it rises from between your legs.

The snaps open, I lift the teddy flaps away so that I can see your delicious ass, so round and white and smooth. As you quietly spread your feet out a small bit farther and bend down a little more your ass spreads naturally and I can see your pink rose. Below it I can see the mound of trimmed fur.

I grab your cheeks in both hands and squeeze them, rubbing them all the way from the waist of your skirt down your thighs to the backs of your knees. As I rub your ass I begin to spread your cheeks apart, wider and wider with each stroke. I can hear your stifled panting and sighs echo in the stark confines of the booth.

Finally I spread your ass as much as I can and lower my head to your delicious crack. I start at the top of the crack of your ass and slowly move my way downward in small, sucking circles. I at last reach your rear and feel you shudder in pleasure, feeling your body shake and hearing your breathing stutter.

Roughly pushing your ass apart, I bury my head within, probing as deeply as I can, pushing my tongue against your wonderful tight hole. I can feel you relax and let me in, feel you open yourself to get more of my tongue deeper into you.

I slide off the bench and now turn you by the hips so that you're facing me. Your wonderful pussy comes into sight, and I swear I can see the fantastic aroma of your arousal drifting from it. Your fur is soft and the lightest brown, trimmed close. I begin to kiss and suck at your mound, slowly working my way downward. I spread your lips with my chin and tongue as I continue down, at last tasting you. The insides of your thighs are wet.

I gently spread you with two fingers, exposing you to my mouth and tongue. You’re red and swollen from your excitement. I cover your nub with my mouth and a small gasp escapes you. As I begin to flick my tongue all around you and suck you I can feel your body begin to shake and tremble as you come. You roughly grab my head and pull me into you as I continue to suckle softly, prolonging your ecstasy for as long as I can. You shake and gasp for a moment more and then slowly release my head, running your hands through my hair in a gentle and loving gesture.

You reach down and lift me gently by the chin so that I am again sitting on the dressing bench. Now you step back to the slatted door opposite me and lift your skirt high so that I can see your perfect pussy. You then spread your legs wide for me. You look down as you reach for your own pussy, sliding two fingers between your lips and then into yourself. You smile sleepily at me as you slowly work your two fingers inside your vagina, obviously enjoying the sensations. Then you begin to pull something from your vagina. I am startled, unsure, but quickly I recognize the tiny white silk thong you showed me a little while ago. I sit transfixed as I watch you slowly pull the white silk from within you, completely soaked, dark with your fluid. You toss them to the bench next to me.

You step toward me and slide a leg outside each of mine. As I slide myself a bit forward for you, you squat down toward me. You grab my cock and slowly guide it into you as you lower yourself to me. You are so wet and so ready, wanting, and I plunge into you immediately. The feeling of sliding inside of you is incredible, and my hips buck and thrust almost beyond my control.

You now have your knees on the bench on each side of me and your hands are on my shoulders. You start to slowly roll up and then down, moaning very quietly as we glide together. I reach around you and grab your luscious ass, pulling your cheeks apart.

Now it is I who can't take it any more. I grab your ass tighter and begin to force you down onto me, slamming you down as hard as I can. My hips are thrusting and I’m contracting my muscles as deeply as I can. I'm pounding you down onto me, feeling me all the way inside you, deep against you inside.

A few more thrusts and the collapsing light behind my eyes explodes into my orgasm. I can't breathe or I'll scream out. The feeling is so intense, it's almost pain as I push my head into the silk of your blouse and clench my teeth together, trembling in total consuming pleasure. I sit there, shaking uncontrollably, my mouth open in a silent scream, as I press my head to your chest. I feel your hands and arms surround my head and pull me into you, holding me close. It’s absolute bliss, and for some reason I think that this is the embrace I want when it comes time for me to die. My hips give a couple of final twitching thrusts and then it's over. I finally start breathing again.

After about a minute of our embrace, you push slowly and gently up and away. You take the white silk thong from the bench and gently wipe up your crotch and thighs, lingering over your delicious prize. You snap your teddy together and then gently stuff the trophy into my suit jacket pocket as my own unique pocket square. I sit on the bench, dazed and euphoric. You bend to me and gently kiss me once on the lips, whispering the gentlest “Thank you,” into my mouth, and then silently leave the dressing room. You don’t look back.

Minutes go by and slowly I rise and compose myself. Exiting the dressing area, no one accosts me, no one even notices in the emptying store. I wander slowly, almost as if drunk, out to my car, with my seemingly pathetic bag of purchases mechanically in my hand. I am spent, at once euphoric over the encounter and outcome, but also despondent that I’ll never see you again.