I met a stranger and fucked him in a dressing room

Thu, 10/11/2012 - 20:57 -- Guest

A few months ago, I met a man on a hook-up site. We chatted, flirted, had a few phone sex sessions, and finally figured out a meeting place, which was a coffee shop inside a mall.

As I usually do, I went there expecting to flirt, maybe hug and kiss and pet a little, but that's not what happened. When I first saw him, I was very physically attracted. He was tall and stocky, a little overweight, but I like a solid guy. We got coffee and walked around, and he put his hand on my waist, giving me a little pinch here and there. I could feel myself getting wet.

We didn't talk much, but you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. We sat down, and he started stroking my bare leg with his hand. He said he loved how soft my skin was. I wanted so badly to be alone with him.

We talked about going somewhere with a little more privacy, as we were in the middle of the mall, so we walked until we found a dressing room in a men's department. We grabbed a bunch of shirts and went in. When the dressing room door closed behind us, he looked me in the eye and made the "shh" sign with his finger over his mouth. He kissed me quietly then turned me around so I could see us in the mirror. Wow. It was so hot, seeing his hands all over my body. I had never done anything in front of a mirror before.

Then we heard someone come in. Oh shit, I thought, and started rustling the shirts and hangers together to make some noise. We said a few things about the sizes and fabrics and just stood there horny and frustrated and panting until they left. Then he started undressing me down to my bra and panties. I knelt in front of him and rubbed his erection with my face through his pants, then unzipped him and took his cock in my mouth. Mmmmm. It was warm and tasty, and rock hard. After a minute, he pushed me away and said if I kept going, he would cum in my mouth, and did I want that this time? I didn't, so I stopped, and he helped me into a standing position.

He turned me around again so I could see him behind me with his hands wrapped around me groping me and controlling me. I was breathing so hard he had to keep saying "shhh" to quiet me down. He bent me down and pushed his erection into the back of my panties, while rubbing my pussy in front, with one of his hands controlling my head so I had to watch what he was doing. He thrust against me and rubbed my pussy driving me crazier and crazier until I came, while watching the whole thing in the mirror. It was so hot, seeing myself that way -- naked except for bra and panties, under a strange man's control, panting and sweating.

He asked me if I wanted to go home with my pussy full of his cum... and omg I wanted that so much! We had talked about STDs and planned to get a blood test, but obviously that hadn't happened yet, and we had no condom. But I pushed that thought away, gave in to my inner slut, and nodded, saying "yes please." He pulled my panties off and thrust his cock inside me, holding my hips while he fucked me. I closed my eyes and felt him thrusting in and out and in and out, and then still, as he shot his load inside me.

Afterwards, driving home, I was appalled that I had met a stranger and fucked him in a dressing room, but it was so, so good. We met another time after that, at his house, which was also so good... but our relationship unfortunately didn't end up working out.