Okay, you can come out now. So.. what do you think? You like it? Yeah, I don’t know.. It’s just so, ugh, tight.. Like, I feel like my chest is just spilling over the top And if I moved the wrong way.. Then the tiny hinges in my bra might just completely fail me And everything will come bouncing right out And we can’t have that, now can we? Wait.. Are you getting worked up over this? Wait, no, come over here. I want to see. Oh my god, you so are. You dirty little fucker. Babe, don’t lie. I can read you like a book. I can see the tent in your pants you’re trying to hide. ...are you embarrassed? God, that’s so ******* cute. You sitting in the dressing room, All nervous and sweaty Acting like you’ve never seen a pair of **** before. Awwwh, baaaabe. Don’t feel shy. You know I’m just teasing. Come here babe, talk to me. What’s got you so nervous? You’re afraid someone might come by and see? Well just waistband it, no one’s gotta know. Oh that’s not what you meant? Pray tell babes, what exactly did you mean then? Awwh, someone’s all quiet and moody. Babes, is it possible that you had some.. “Other” sort of fantasy in mind, That would be considered indecent for someone to walk by and see? Mhmm.. that’s what I thought. You know you can tell me these things. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I don’t judge. I have hot fantasies all the time! What?? I mean, how could I not? God, you’re sexy as hell, I mean it would almost be a crime not to! You want to hear one of mine..? Yeah? Okay, well first come inside. Close the door. Great.. just like that. Now come sit with me on the bench so I can see what we’re working with. Awwh, good boy. So ******* obendient. God, I love that about you. Alright now let me slip my hand down here, Loosen up your buckle. Yeah, I ******* hate that belt. It ruins my nails every time I try to get it off. I need to get you a new one. Anyway.. Let me check this out. Oh my god, this is so exciting. You’re so hard already and I haven’t even done anything. Ugh, you’re so cute. Okay, I’m going to jack you off while I tell you this, But you aren’t allowed to **** me. And you definitely aren’t allowed to come. I don’t have any tissues, And I’m not paying $50 for a tanktop you creamed. Does that sound good babe? Think you can handle it? Awwwwh good. What a sweet boy. Okay now here’s my fantasy.. We’d be walking around the mall, Doing our thing, whatever. When all of a sudden, the power just.. Goes out. Everyone’s freaking out, they’re making announcements over the intercom, whatever.. And I grab my phone light and feel my way over to you. What? No. Not like the way I’m feeling you right now. Nice try though. Anyway, I grab your hand and lead you over to the home living department. Sexy, right? Betcha thought I was going to say lingerie department. Nope. Oh my god, I just felt you gush out a little bit when you got embarrassed. Ugh, why are you so cute. What was that? Oh you want to hear the rest of the story? Easy tiger, This is my game and I’m gonna play it slow. Wipe that smirk off smug little face, or this won’t be the only orgasm I ruin. Yeah, yeah.. I’m the worst. You can thank me later. Alright now back to the story, That you so “anxiously” are awaiting. So we get to the home living department. It’s up on the second floor. Not too crowded, but enough people above and below. We make our way to the back. You know, right around where the bedding and displays are held. There’s an exit sign above us, with faint glowing neon letters. It’s kind of old and flickering, so we can only make out glimpses of each other every few seconds. And then we make beautiful, passionate love. ... Nah, I’m just kidding. Here, stand up. Let me show you what we’d do. Balls to the wall and spread ‘em wide. Now bend over.. Good boy. I’d bend you over the display just like this, And run my nails from your thighs up your back side. I’d grab your dick with one hand. Like this, And place one finger right at the opening of your ass. Does this feel good babe? Want me to keep going? Okay, I will. But don’t get too excited, and remember what I told you. No cumming in the dressing room. Okay, so I would be twisting you up and down, Slowly adding pressure to the finger on your asshole. And your asshole would start pulsing. Begging me to come in. Kind of like you are now. And being the kind and generous person I am.. Eventually I would. And my finger would go slowly.. Deeper.. In until I’d gotten just enough.. Enough to where my knuckle had finally breeched your taught ass. Hah, yeah - thought you’d like that part. Anyway, I’d curl my finger down, And slowly massage that soft, silky part deep inside you that feel so good. At that point, my hand would be moving in unison. Massaging you inside and outside, Milking the cum out of you while I finger **** your ass. You’d get that feeling in the center of your stomach. You know.. The one that starts at your naval and travels all the way down your thighs. And just as you’d be hitting that level of ecstasy.. We’d hear a voice over the intercom. “Attention shoppers, we apologize for any inconvenience.” “Our generator has now been repaired, and power is being restored.” “Thank you, and have a good day.” And just like that, I’d pull my hands out of you, And you’d pull up your boxers and belt. Just in time too - Because not a moment later, The power comes back on, And everyone goes back to resuming their business as usual. Ambivalent to the ******* depravity that just ensued. So anyways.. That’s my fantasy. Now what do you think? Should I get this top?