City center buzz. Bookstore shelves. Spot her from behind. Tight light-blue jeans hug that killer ass. Black tank top. Black heels. Heart races. Pretend to browse comics. Stare at her curves. She turns. Marie-Eve. My old history teacher. Brunette, brown eyes. Mid-forties now. Still fucking gorgeous. Small tits, perfect legs, epic butt. Memories flood: class stares, solo jerks to her image.
Follow her out. Hold door. ‘Madame?’ She pauses. ‘Sébastien? From class?’ Smiles. Best student perk. Coffee terrace. Side by side. Sun warms skin. Chat jobs, lazy kids today. Flirt hard. ‘You were hot. Guys jerked to you.’ She laughs. Hand on mine. ‘Flatterer.’ Push: ‘They snap your ass at board.’ She blushes. ‘If it makes ’em hard…’ Trails off. Awkward silence. Then dress shopping invite. Score.
The Contact
Store door. Hold it. Eye her ass sway. Two dresses. Fitting room. Narrow stall. She locks door. Fantasize lace thong, bra. Door cracks. Purple dress. Short. Strapless. No bra. Nipples hint. Spins. Thighs flash. Hard already. ‘Like?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ Black dress next. Hands it wrong size. Back with 36. Door cracks. She’s naked but string panty. Arm over tits. Grabs dress. Flash of bare skin. Cock throbs. Adjust bulge.
Door opens. Black dress clings. Super short. Ass pops. Legs endless. ‘Too slutty?’ Pulls hem. ‘Nah. Other might flash thong dancing.’ Laugh. ‘No thong mark? ‘Cause none on.’ Winks. Points to balled-up white string on floor. Buys it. ‘Necklace?’ Step in. Tiny space. Neck exposed. Chain on. Hair drops on face. Backs up. Ass grinds my rock-hard dick. Freezes. Turns. Eyes bulge. ‘Hard as fuck, huh?’
The Indiscretion
Feet shuffle outside. Light slits under door. Voices murmur. Hold breath. She grabs cock through jeans. Strokes slow. ‘My try-ons did this?’ Push door shut. Whisper: ‘Yeah.’ Hand on ass. Pull close. Grab tit. Firm. No sag. She peels tank. Tits out. Small, perky. Suck nipples. Tongue flicks. She moans soft. Muffled. Zipper rasps quiet. Pants drop. Boxer tent. She kneels. Strokes shaft. Eyes lock. Begging stare.
Lips touch head. Shiver hits. Sucks slow. Balls in mouth. Tongue dances. Deep throat. Gags tiny. Floor creaks under knees. Heart pounds. Voices near. ‘Someone coming?’ Whisper. She ignores. Faster. Saliva drips. ‘Wanna fuck you.’ ‘Period. No pussy.’ Balls tighten. Grab ponytail. Thrust mouth. Slurps wet, hushed. Cum builds. ‘Don’t hold.’ Explode. Rope after rope down throat. Swallows all. Licks clean. Stands. Grins.
Quick dress. No bra. Peek door. Clear. Slip out. Silent cashier walk. Pay. Street. Grab arm. ‘Number?’ Give it. She hands bra. Lace. ‘Favorite. Come get it back.’ Kiss corner lips. Ass sways away. Pocket treasure. Heart hammers. Cross street. No stares. Secret safe. Home nights later. No call. Jerk to memory. Her mouth. That risk. Bra unwashed. Wait.