A once in a Lifetime Sexual Adventure
I was at my favorite stores in the mall, shopping for a pair of shoes to match an outfit I had recently purchased. I was sitting in one of those uncomfortable chairs, waiting for a salesperson to come and fit me for the pair that I had finally picked out. My eyes were carefully looking over the wide selection of shoes when I spotted a very handsome, well-dressed, young man walking up to me.
The young man knelt between my legs and lifted my right foot. Instantly goosebumps rose over my entire body from his touch, and a small smile played at the corners of his mouth, for he surely knew what his touch had done to me. He very gently unbuckled the strap around my ankle and removed my shoes, first the right and then the left.
“You have beautiful feet, Madam,” he said in a French accent.
I was almost at a loss for words as his one hand held my foot while the other slowly slid over my calf, straitening my leg. “Thank you,” I stammered; the tingle from his touch traveled up my leg.
“You are not from around here, are you?”
“No, Madam, I am from a small village in the South of France,” he said. “I have only been here a short time. Everything here is so fresh and new. I feel like I am in a wonderland, with the need to explore from the moment I arise until I can no longer hold my eyes open.” he replied softly as he caressed my foot and the back of my calf.
I was consumed at the moment, his moment. I was no longer aware I was sitting in a public place. My only conscious thought became desire; a desire to have his hands explore me. 1 wanted to become his wonderland. I was lost in the intimacy of his touch. My desires became overwhelming as he placed my foot on his lap, between his legs. It rested against a rock hard erection. I was struck by his brazenness. If he could be so bold in public, what would he be like if he and 1 were alone. I was not the type to ask someone I had known for only a few minutes, back to my place, but his accent, his hands, and his eyes all added to my desire to fulfill the fantasy that was increasing with every touch. I nudged his erection and asked him, “How would you like some pleasurable memories to add to your exploration?”
Once again that wicked grin spread across his face. I immediately knew his answer. Without a word he picked up my shoes and gently placed them on my feet. Then he stood up and reached out his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. I was in a daze, unaffected by my surroundings or the people milling around. I felt a slight tug on my hand and followed him without a second thought. He led me towards the dressing rooms.
“This can’t be happening” raced through my mind but there was no resistance in my body. We slipped into one of the many rooms, rooms that were separated by a thin wall with only a curtain as a door. He closed the curtain and stood looking into my eyes, I was hypnotized by his gaze, unable to take my eyes away from his. I held my breath as he stepped closer, our faces only inches apart. His breath was hot and sweet. I felt his hands on my shoulders; then his fingers traced a line down my cleavage to the first button on my blouse.
He never looked away and he didn’t say a word as I felt his fingers undo my buttons. One by one he slipped them through their little holes, then his fingers slid under the material and removed it from my shoulders. He maintained his steely gaze as he reached around and unfastened my bra. I felt the cool air rush over my breasts and my nipples become erect, then, and only then, did he take his eyes from mine.
“Magnificent!” He said and he bent his head and kissed each nipple. I was living totally in the moment, unaware of the other people in the dressing rooms. I was at his command. He took a nipple between his teeth and gently bit it. I felt my knees grow week, but his hand were at my lower back holding me up. He lifted my skirt and lowered my panties, after passing my hips they fell to the floor. He undid his trousers and took himself out. I was amazed at how beautiful he looked. He turned me towards the mirror in the dressing room and lifted my skirt. I placed my hands on the minor and bent slightly at the hips. I could see myself in the mirror and I could see him behind me. I could feel the tip of his cock nudge between my legs.
Only the tip entered and he hesitated. I took a deep breath, trying to be as quiet as possible. I could tell by the pressure of just the tip that he was larger than I had suspected, larger than any I had had before, but I was very wet and there didn’t seem to be any pain. He cupped my breasts with his hands and took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched my nipples, gently at first and with each pinch he would force himself into me a bit further.
It was as if each nipple were connected directly to my pussy, for every time he would squeeze my nipple a jolt of electric current would shoot through my body zapping the muscles between my legs. They would clench up tight, trying to suck in his huge cock. I was in an unconscious state of sexual delight. I knew low moans were escaping with each breath, but was unable to control myself. I didn’t have the will power to hold back. I was locked into the sensation of the moment.
Suddenly, he pinched my nipples hard. My mind focused on the sharp pain and the muscles between my legs totally relaxed, at the same instant he drove his cock deep inside me. The pain became an explosion of searing ecstasy. I could feel the entire length of his huge cock. I came immediately, which only intensified his thrusts.
He never took his eyes off mine in the mirror. Eyes locked together he thrust harder and harder. He never made a sound. His only expression was the half closing of his eyes. I knew he was close, I knew he would fill me with his come. What I wasn’t prepared for was the increase in size as he engorged at the moment of release.
He removed his hands from my breasts, grabbed my hips, leaned back and penetrated me even deeper. I heard a series of grunts and low animal like groans and felt a sensation of exploding expansion deep inside and I came again as he rammed into me with such force that it knock the breath from my lungs.
Once again my knees gave away. If it were not for his grip in my hips I would have fallen, but he held me tight. I could feel his cock twitch as he began to soften. We stood there, him supporting me, my head resting in my hands on the mirror and him lying against my back, placing light kisses on neck.
“Madam, that is a memory I will savor until the end of time,” he whispered in my ear, as he slowly lowered me to a sitting position on the little bench fastened to one wall.
Suddenly, I returned to reality. My brain was still fuzzy and a bit confused. I was embarrassed, but at the same time felt an erotic pleasure sweep over me, pushing all other emotions from my mind. My body trembled from the intensity of my orgasm and I was having a hard time catching my breath.
“Are you alright, Madam?” He asked smiling down at me.
I really didn’t know how to respond, so I said the first thing that came to mind.
“Do you think you will have any luck finding the shoes in my size?” I stammered, unable to look him in the eye. I started to look up, but heard his zipper close. I tried to speak, only to hear the curtain open and slid shut. I sat for a long time trying to figure if I was ashamed of myself for what had just happened, or if what had just happened was a once in a lifetime sexual adventure. Finally, I pulled myself together, straightened my clothes and walked out of the dressing room. An older lady approached me and asked if I had been helped.
“Yes, I am waiting on the young man with the French accent. He was looking for a special pair of shoes for me.”
“I’m sorry Miss, I don’t know of any young man that works in this department and I do not believe there is a man working in this store that has a French accent,” she replied. “Was there something I could help you with?”