Halloween

You come home from yet another day at that ratty school with those kids victimized by selfish, damaged parents to my recorded message that I have to work late at the office yet again. I can't say when I’ll be home, but I promise to call later to let you know when I can get away. I'm sorry I won't be there to experience all of the little neighborhood kids with you.

Tonight is Halloween. The tiniest of the trick-or-treaters start to visit right after dinner, shyly approaching with their parents or older siblings, and then plunging forward once they spy the massive bowl of candy we have available for them. No child leaves our house unhappy.

The kids come and go, and you make small talk with the neighbors as they escort their kids through the neighborhood. The night quickly grows dark, cooler, and the flow of children begins to lessen.

I too, have been paying attention to the time, the night, working late in my office. At 10:00 I phone you: "Hello, my love. How were the trick-or-treaters? Have they at last stopped coming to the door? Man, I sure hope so.” I pause, “Well, I have my own special trick-or-treat for you, and now is the time to put it into action. No, you may not ask any questions. You will find your instructions in the study, inside the dictionary. I will see you soon, my treasure."

In the book, under “V,” you find the envelope, sealed with blood-red wax. I have had it expertly printed for you, and the cuneiform script immediately sets the tone: "Of course I haven't really had to work late tonight. I have been waiting patiently at the office for our night's activities to begin, as they soon will.

"First, you will prepare yourself for me. Shower and trim and shave yourself in a manner that pleases me. I want you powdered and painted, fully prepared for me when I arrive.

"When you have finished your preparations, you may find your next set of instructions downstairs, inside the copy of The Vampire Lestat.

"You have an hour to complete all of your preparations. Do not delay."

After your preparations, you obediently go downstairs and find the novel. There is another sealed envelope, and you notice the highlighted passage in the novel. In it you read Anne Rice's description of the lustful, sexual sensuousness of the vampire's hunt, the raw violence yet raging, erotic desire and ultimate fulfillment in the taking of the blood.

Your message reads: "Now that you have prepared yourself physically for me, my sweet wife, you must prepare yourself mentally. To help you set the tone and mood, I have provided you with gifts. You may begin in the closet of the guest room."

Inside the closet you find the large package, elegantly wrapped in black velvet and adorned with crimson red braided ribbons. You open the first package to find a full set of jet-black satin sheets. The instructions tell you, "Put these on the bed. Leave all blankets and the comforter off--I want only these sheets. You may open your other gifts on the bed once you have done this. Continue with your gifts upstairs in the study closet."

After you have transformed the bed with the black satin, you open the study closet to find six numbered gifts, all again wrapped in the black velvet with the blood-red satin cords. You take the boxes to the bed and open Number 1.

Inside you find a white satin choker, which you are instructed to put on.

Gift Number 2 contains a delicate white lace point d'esprit garter belt, which you now fasten around your soft white stomach.

Gift Number 3 contains, of course, matching white point d'esprit stockings, seamed, which you immediately put on and connect to the garter belt.

The fourth box contains a brand-new pair of white satin high heels, plain and shiny, with a wide ankle strap. You slip them onto your delicate feet, and they slide on wonderfully over the stockings.

The fifth box holds a tiny pair of matching white stretch-satin thong panties, which you now slide into place over your stockinged legs and the garters. You can feel the cool smooth satin slip into the cleft of your smooth ass and the fresh satin against your newly shaven pussy.

The final box contains a beautiful full-length long-sleeved white silk dressing gown. You pull it on and the fit of the gown fall beautifully over your naked breasts, just hiding them from view. The hem of the gown goes all the way to the floor, showing just the tips of your new shoes. You look like an old-timey, silent-movie heroine, only the red hair setting you apart from the platinum blondes. You admire yourself in the mirror, knowing that you will certainly please me. Your subtle makeup, with the dark red lipstick and matching nails is a powerful contrast to the white outfit. You know you are hot, sexy, and that you and your outfit will please me.

The final box holds yet another note from me, which reads: "It is almost the time for my arrival. You must now prepare the bedroom. Find every candle and oil lamp in the house and place them in the bedroom, lighting all of them. All other lights in the house must be off.

"The last thing you must now do is to unlock the sliding glass door to the deck. Leave one lighted candle on the coffee table there. Return to bed, and I will come."

You carry out your instructions, and begin your wait. As you wait, you begin to think of me, knowing how excited I must have been to plan and execute this fantasy, and how aroused I certainly will be when I at last come to you. You begin to slowly stroke your breasts through your new gown, and one finger gently traces over your newly-shaven treasure as you think of me. You increase your pressure ever so lightly as you find your clit, and you instantly feel the rush of pleasure. You have already become aroused and can feel your wetness beginning, increasing. You know how I will cherish it when I at last reach you, and you slowly and deliberately massage your swelling pussy and stiffening nipples, priming yourself for me.

The clock in the hall suddenly strikes twelve. As the last of the tones fade in the silent house, you hear the glass door slowly sliding open, then closed. The shadows from the candle flicker and swim in the hallway as the candle there is taken up and begins to move toward the bedroom. As I slowly approach the bedroom, the candle carried before me, my following shadow fills the hallway completely in an ink-black, roiling darkness

The sight that greets me in the bedroom is better than I imagined when I planned and set up this little diversion weeks ago. There must be dozens of candles in the room, all lighted, and the candlelight in the bedroom is incredibly bright. The reflected glow of the candlelight from the brand-new black satin sheets frames your form almost magically, in a genuine soft-focus. In your outfit, you positively radiate against the swallowing blackness of the satin sheets. You have poured yourself a glass of wine, and it too radiates from within with a soft, golden light.

Your eyes widen and your smile illuminates your entire face as you see me and realize what I have planned for you. Yes, for you and you alone I have also tediously prepared, to make this Halloween with you memorable and special. All you can see as I enter the bedroom is my black gloved hand thrusting from my black, full-length cape, holding the candle before me. All you can see is the monster-movie, fully-lined black velvet cape and my face. My hair is slicked back on my head.

I slowly move into the bedroom and place the candle on the nightstand. I then return to the foot of the bed to admire the luscious vision of beauty and allure you present to me. The gown covers you magnificently, just as I pictured it would. The stockings and panties and choker all look fantastic, and I once again tell myself how lucky I am to belong to you. I can already smell your arousal in the rapidly warming bedroom.

Once at the foot of the bed, as theatrically as I can (and minding all of the open flame around me), I throw open my cape, spreading my velvet wings as wide as they will stretch. I am wearing a traditional full black tails, with white tie, complete with the black gloves. I have found a huge red-ribboned black-and-silver medal, a huge, gaudy unwieldy thing that rests on my chest. You shift slightly in the bed, your legs parting slightly. It’s all I can do to keep a straight face as I ham it up. I am enjoying myself immensely.

Wordlessly I come to the side of the bed and bend to kiss your face. I begin with the lightest of kisses on your eyes, and then I trace your eyelashes and your eyebrows with my lips, feeling your beautiful soft skin. I kiss your forehead and your cheeks, my breathing growing heavier as I become even more aroused by you. Your hands are pressed flat to the bed, as if trying to lift yourself to me.

As I kiss you I begin to slowly rub and gently pinch your nipples, which quickly become erect and engorged. I reach down to your tummy and run my hand along the top of your garter belt, savoring the mystical spot where the dotted lace meets the indescribable smoothness of your white skin. I slowly work my hand downward from your waist, now touching the top of the thong panty. It is riding high on your hips, and the thin white material plunges into the depths of your treasure. Your movements and preparations for me have pulled it tight, and already the material has parted your lips, which now bulge invitingly around the outside of the thong.

I touch each of your thighs with the back of my hand, marveling at your smoothness, and you spread your legs for me, telling me how much you need me to touch you. I trace the outline of the white thong as it races from your tummy down into your hot, wet treasure. I slowly touch, and then gently caress your pussy lips as they curl around the outside of the thong. You spread your legs even wider, and I can now see the glint of your cum on your lips. You reach down and pull the thong tighter into you.

I bend my head to your chest and now suck each nipple lovingly, giving each a tender bite, at which you start. I move my kisses lower, and already your hands are on my head, so gently and yet insistently pushing me toward your aching pussy. I move down to your belly, and you navel, to the top of your garter belt and the thong. I kiss the tops of each thigh where it disappears into the lovely casing of the stocking.

You shift on the bed as I at last bend my head to your lap. You again spread your legs wide for me as I lower my head into your pussy and begin to kiss your lips. You move the thong to the side and spread your lips wide for me, showing me your wet pussy, swollen and red in your lust.

I plunge my tongue into you, feeling your muscles even now beginning to contract, closing down so gently on my tongue. I eagerly pull your skin into my mouth, savoring your unique, delicious honey. I begin to suck your clit, caressing it back and forth as I slide two fingers inside you. I spread my two fingers and begin to move them in and out of you, feeling the hot wet curves and folds of the inside of your sex. As always, and I don’t know why, the whimsical thought comes to me that the inside of your sex feels how I imagine clouds would feel to the touch.

Soon I have you coming into my mouth, your fluid squeezing out of you and to me, your body shuddering uncontrollably as I maintain you at the absolute height of ecstasy. I let you rest for a few minutes and then begin yet again, making you come and come until you are more than ready for me to enter you.

I stand at the side of the bed and you reach immediately to open my pants. My cock springs out, ready for your attention. You slide on your back on the bed and your mouth is now directly below my cock, your mouth open in a silent entreaty to enter. I lower my body to you and you hungrily pull my cock into your mouth. Your hands reach up my chest and massage me as you pull my cock deeper and deeper into you, all the way to its base. As you slowly and deliberately suck me, you gently massage my balls, and reach around behind me to squeeze the cheeks of my ass.

I am swaying with the pleasure of your mouth, my hands now on and in your pussy, making you come yet again, you now unable to cry out because of my cock deep in your mouth. As you come you suck harder and harder, moaning, pulling me into you as deeply as you can. It is almost as if you have lost your self-control, that you are now acting on animal instinct, and my lust for you has never been stronger.

As your spasms subside, I savagely rip the thong panties off you and turn your body to face me. I climb on the bed with you and spread your legs as I lower myself onto you. Before I can do so, you reach down and guide my cock into you.

I instantly plunge myself into you to the hilt and begin to fuck you strongly, slapping my body against you. I bury my face in your neck, kissing you and licking you as you wrap your legs around my hips. I have hooked your knees with my arms and I can feel how wide you are spread open for me, completely vulnerable to the rhythmic stab of my cock, completely open for me to enter again and again.

Already I am ready to come, and I know it will be soon. I move to your lips and begin to kiss you feverishly. Your tongue immediately plunges into my mouth and begins its familiar exploration. It is then you feel the points, the sharp points of the vampire teeth I have worn and have hidden from you until now.

As I look at you your eyes are open in surprise and it seems a small bit of fear. I am fucking you almost out of control now, my vision narrowing and my body acting almost on its own. You too are close to yet another orgasm, and my pace is bringing you closer.

Just as I am about to come I press myself to your neck and sink the teeth hard and mercilessly into the beautiful exposed skin below your ear. You cry out in shock and pain, and I can feel your pussy clenching my cock as I begin to come inside you, exploding with every molecule of my body. As I come, still pounding into you, I can taste your blood, and I bite down again, harder. I pull your blood into my mouth. I continue to suck greedily at your neck as I come and come, pumping my seed deep into you.

After I have finished my uncontrolled thrashing and thrusts, I move to kiss you, and now it is yet another ultimate soul kiss we share as I let the thin aftertaste of your hot, thick blood flow from my mouth into yours. I can see your wound bleeding slightly and a trickle of blood escapes from the side of your mouth as we hold each other tightly, sharing our bodies, our souls, and deepest, darkest fantasies. There is no where I would rather be and no one I would rather be with.

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.