Shemale Stories

[ErosArtist]

Second Floor; Housewares, Ladies Lingerie

Part 1 -

"How much longer can I take this shit?" I thought as I walked into yet another department store. "How much?"
I was looking for a birthday gift for my god daughter, a 19 year-old college student. The last time I saw Dana she was...what? Five? Six? Hell, I couldn't remember her name half the damn time. But I felt sorry for her dad; Steve and I grew up together and he and his wife Cindy, Dana's mother, were now divorcing after 22 years of wedded bliss. He had started calling a lot, looking for reassurances and comfort. I endured the conversations as best I could. I tried to be a good friend. But one afternoon, he began crying on the phone; sobbing that he didn't have enough money to get Dana something decent before 'she left him too...' Jesus Christ, I thought. I was a sucker for a crying dude.
Besides, he was under the impression I had sent her cards for her birthdays and holidays all these years. Where he got that impression from I don't know; all I knew was it was wrong. I hadn't sent the kid anything, ever. But what the hell, right? Steve had saved my sorry ass enough times in the past. What goes around, comes around, I guess.
I kept moving, past the cosmetics counter, past the ladies shoes and through the women's clothes; racks filled with sour faced little old ladies swishing through the hangers with pissed off old men holding purses standing behind them. I stopped in the center of the store, by the escalators, and stood looking at the store directory.
"What do kids want for birthdays nowadays?" I muttered under my breath. I honestly didn't know. I'm 45 and single. I looked up the humming, moving stairs. Canned lights shone down; clear shelves lined with towels stood on one side of the landing above. Plates and bowls were stacked on identical shelves on the opposite side. I smiled.
"Shit, that's it! 'Housewares' or whatever they call it" I thought. "Every college kid needs that stuff."
I raced up the escalator and stepped off at the top, excusing myself past the mom and stroller that had slipped on in front of me. I stared in bewilderment at the array of towels and linens on one side; a confusing myriad of colors and textures. I turned away. Plates would be easier.
But across the store, something caught my eye.
Lingerie.
Panties.
Bras.
Corsets.
Pantyhose.
I confess. I'm a sucker for lingerie. I love looking at it; I love women wearing it, and I love to just touch it. Hell, I've even been known to slip on a pair of panties and pantyhose myself. Well, when no one else was around, of course.
Once, I stole a pair of panties from Cindy when she and Steve were visiting, a year or so before Dana was born. Cindy was a hottie; full and big natural breasts and legs up to her freakin' neck. Her eyes were a piercing green and when she walked, her ass. My god, her ass. I must have jerked off into her panties a hundred times. Finally, I tossed them. But damn, they felt good.
I love lingerie. I love lingerie stores, or lingerie departments in stores. I especially love it when there's a gorgeous girl working the floor. And today there was; a tall and sexy good looking brunette. "Damn man, finally got me a hot chick" I thought, "not some damn wrinkled fat granny like it usually is."
I strolled into the department and drifted among the rows of racks holding the soft and silky panties and bras, letting the sensuous fabrics brush against my arms and hands and fingertips. The girl at the counter glanced up at me and smiled. "Hello sir" she called. Are you looking for anything specific? A gift for your wife?" Her voice was sexy and raspy; deeper than I expected, yet feminine. Very feminine.
"No, not really" I said smiling back. "Something for my god daughter, actually."
I froze in my tracks, aware of what I had just said.
The girl looked startled.
"No..." I stammered. "Not for her here, just in general." I felt my skin flushing. "That sounded horrible, didn't it?"
I was close enough now to see the young ladies name tag. Paula.
"I promise I'm not a pervert, Paula."
Fuck. Quit while you're ahead for once.
Paula laughed and smiled. "Oh no sir, of course not." She lowered her gaze. "There are lots of men who like to come in and..." she paused. "Look."
She finished folding the teddy she had been working with on the counter top and pushed it aside.
"I've never had a gentleman tell me he's shopping in my department for their 'god daughter' though. That's a first."
I smiled. At least she thinks I'm a 'gentleman'.
"I suppose it would be, or 'hope' it would be, right?" Paula gazed at me for a moment, and reached for a pile of panties on one side of the counter. She lifted a pair of white lacey boy shorts and started to fold.
"Well" she said, "I'll be right here if you need anything, or want me to show you something."
I looked her up and down once more. She was dressed in a white linen skirt with open toed red pumps; she wore neutral colored pantyhose or stockings, her supple tan legs beautiful and long. She was tall, a full head taller than me. She must have been 5'8"; maybe 5'9". She wore a red tank top with a red bra underneath. The top would gap as she folded the panties on the counter, allowing me a peek of the cups. Her breasts were small, no larger than a B cup I was certain. Lovely. Her hair was a thick mane of brown silkiness, that would fall in cascades on her shoulders and at times, over her face, yet her brilliant blue eyes would sparkle through. Her make-up was subtle yet perfect; her lipstick a muted and soft red. I guessed she was in her late 20's; maybe her early 30's.
She smiled once again.
Fuck yeah I want to her to show me something.
"Great" I said. "Thanks."
I turned to resume my stroll among the panties; soft and satiny panties. Lacey, sheer sorts of things were some of my favorites. They were all around me. I glanced back at Paula. "I should get over here to visit here more often" I thought.
There was a slight tug on my left hip, and a rush of fabric was suddenly against my back. The rack of panties to my left fell to the floor with a metallic clang.
A pair of neon pink thongs with the words "Love me Tender" silk screened on the front hung from cell phone holster; their hanger still clinging to one thin strap.
Paula was at my side in an instant. "Are you ok?" she asked, touching my arm with her hand. Her fingers were long and elegant, with bright red polish on the nails; her touch soft and reassuring.
"Yeah" I said blushing, I'm fine." I looked at the rack of underwear, now splayed across the floor in front of me. In front of me and Paula.
"What happened?" she asked.
I held up the neon pink "Love me Tender" panties, the hanger still dangling.
"These caught on my cell phone case when I walked past" I said. "Sorry. I'll pick these up."
Paula laughed and took the panties from my fingers.
"No, don't worry about it. I'll take care of them. I just started here two days ago; this'll be a good way to get familiar with the stock."
She squatted down, her skirt billowing slightly. I dropped down to help.
I looked at her across the fallen rack. She was a lady, one knee on the floor, her skirt held close around her with a fist clutching panties while she pick up others with her free hand.
"So you're new here?" I asked.
"Yes" she smiled, "Just off the train you could say. I moved up from the tiny little town where I grew up."
"And what town would that be?" I asked.
She leaned over to one side, reaching for a cluster of hangers and panties. He skirt fell open enough for me to see her long and lean pantyhose encased thighs, nearly all the way to her crotch. Nearly.
"You've never heard of it, I'm sure. It's a tiny place. 'Sylvania."
She was right, I'd never heard of it.
"Oh yeah, I know the town. Near...not too far from..."
She laughed. "I knew you wouldn't know it. Nobody ever does. It's way south. Not close to anything. That's why I came here."
She reached out close to my knee and picked up two pairs of blue lacy thongs. The neck of her shirt fell open, allowing a full view of her red bra. I also noticed deep tan lines from her bathing suit top.
"How long have you been in town?" I asked.
She shrugged, and then laughed. "Week or two. Long enough to be getting bored."
We stood up, me bringing the rack.
"Sorry" I said again. "Honest accident, I promise."
She lowered her gaze and smiled.
"Oh, I know. Don't keep apologizing. It's alright."
She turned to start hanging the panties on the now upright rack.
"Besides, I enjoyed chatting with you...." She looked at me inquisitively.
"Oh...shit. I'm sorry. Greg. Greg Eliot."
She reached out her hand and I extended mine.
"I'm pleased to meet you Greg Eliot. I'm Paula; Paula Bridges."
I raised her hand to my lips and kissed it softly; she smiled broadly.
"The pleasure's all mine" I said.
"Mmm...a charmer, I see."
I held her hand tightly for another moment, then released it.
"Look" I began, "I feel I've wrecked your day. Can I buy you dinner tonight? It's the least I could do for being such a pain when there's so much you have to do." I nodded toward the pile of panties on the counter.
She looked startled for a moment. I suddenly worried I had been too forward.
Her face softened and she smiled again.
"Yes, I'd like that. I haven't met anyone here and it has been boring, so yes. Thank you. That would be very nice. I leave the store at seven."
"Great" I said. "Where should I call for you?"
"Oh...here, if you wouldn't mind. My apartments a mess; boxes everywhere and stuff. Is that alright?"
"Sure" I said. "I'll meet you back here at seven."
An old lady walked up to the counter with a rainbow of granny panties.
I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Sexy!"
She laughed and playfully swatted my shoulder.
"See you tonight Greg. I'm looking forward to it" Paula said and moved to the counter.

[ErosArtist]

Second Floor; Housewares, Lady's Lingerie

Part 2 -

I returned to the lingerie department at seven. As we walked through the mall parking garage to my car, Paula hooked her arm in mine and pulled me close.
“Thank you for being so nice. It’s been tough for me to meet people and I really appreciate your offer for dinner. Thank you.”
I patted her hand. “The pleasure’s all mine” I said, thinking “damn well better be.”

After our quiet, if not subtly romantic dinner and a bottle of wine, we went for a stroll in Riverside Park, chatting and enjoying the cool night air.
When the inevitable pause in the conversation came, I asked if she wanted to go dancing.
“I know a great club, if you like swing dancing.” I looked her up and down, gauging her height again.
“Some of the moves may be a bit tricky” I added.
Paula laughed and took my hand in hers.
“I’m having a great time with just you. She squeezed it gently and pecked me on the cheek.
“I don’t think I want to share.”
“You have an incredibly sexy voice” I said.
She stopped and turned me to her.
“Really?” she asked. “You don’t think it’s too deep….too masculine?”
“Oh god no. It’s so sexy and…sensuous. I love it. It’s a turn on to be honest.”
She locked her eyes with mine and leaned forward, kissing my lips softly, the silky paste of her lipstick clinging between us.
She embraced me and pulled me close, her firm breasts pressing into my chest.
“Thank you” she whispered to me. “Sometimes guys I meet aren’t so…well…nice. Nice to me”
I pulled back, looking at her.
“I’m sorry” she said, smoothing her lipstick on my lips with her thumb. “My lipstick is all over you.”
She sighed. “You’re just being so sweet, and…well…I’ll tell you later, ok?”
“Crap,” I thought. “Baggage. They always come with fucking piles of baggage.”
I looked into her shimmering pools of blue.
“Yeah, sure, that’s fine. I’m fine. How could anyone not be nice to you?”
She looked down and then back up. I worried something was wrong. But she had initiated the kiss. This could be going somewhere. She smiled but didn’t say anything.
“The kiss was hot” I said. “You could do that again if you like.”
She pulled me to her.
“I like” she said.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, our lips touching softly, then more firmly, our tongues meeting, touching, mingling, gently at first, then with aggression, twisting and writhing together.
Our embrace was tight and conforming, our bodies trying to mold into one another with building passion.
I felt heat stirring in my crotch; that familiar stiffness of flesh against fabric, straining, pushing.
As the kiss faded, we smiled and laughed softly.
Paula sighed heavily and said, almost as a whisper, “it’s been a long time since anyone kissed me like that. A long time.”
I caught my breath. A hoarse “yeah” was all I could manage.
We laughed.
It was now or never.
“Should we go back to my place?” I asked, pulling her to me, planting soft kisses and licks on her neck.
She groaned softly and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me deeply once again.
“Well, we’ll be arrested if we keep this up here” she laughed sexily. “But I know of a place a little more interesting” she said seductively, “if you’d like a little adventure.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“C’mon” she said, pulling me by my hand. “I’ll drive.”

She parked my car. I just stared.
“What the fuck, Paula” I said. “This is the mall.”
She threw her head back laughing, her brunette mane throwing sparks in the amber lights of the parking deck.
She put a hand on my thigh.
“Yeah babe, it is. Exciting huh?”
I looked at her.
“I don’t know….where? Here? In the car? C’mon Paula, we’re not sixteen!”
She smiled. “No not here. In the store. In my department.” She laughed excitedly.
“What?” I gasped. “How? The store’s gonna close in 5 minutes. We’ll get caught.”
“No babe, we won’t.” She leaned in and kissed me, then moved to my ear, tonguing it softly.
“The managers are all having a meeting upstairs” she whispered in deep, rasping tones. “My manager told me about it. The alarms will be off. She asked me if I wanted to go to be introduced, but I didn’t want to.”
She ran her hand along my thigh to my knee and then back up, stopping halfway.
“I’m glad I told her no.”
“What about security, the video cameras?” I asked.
She clapped her hands and bounced in the seat excitedly, like a child about to get ice cream.
“They’re turned off after closing!” she exclaimed, laughing loudly.
“What? Turned off? Holy shit.”
She opened her door. “Yeah, turned off, except for the entrances and the jewelry counters. Let’s go!”
“Jesus freakin’ Christ” I thought. “What in fuck’s name am I doing?”
But I got out and ran along with her.
Very quickly we were in the lingerie department again. The store was quiet; a ghost town. I was stunned that we saw no one coming in, aside from the ancient mall cop that opened the door for us, letting us inside when he recognized Paula. She opened a drawer under the cash register and took out a set of keys.
She glanced around and took my hand, moving us down a narrow corridor. My eyes went to her ass.
“Dressing rooms” she muttered.
“Cool” I thought. “I’ve never done it in a dressing room before.”
“Good idea” I said.
She fumbled with the keys and unlocked one of the doors, pulling me inside.
She softly closed the door with a click and turned the lock.
I took her hand and spun her into me. She came to a stop, her hands on my shoulders, our lips meeting and tongues twisting in rhythm.
My hands went to her ass. My god, it was wonderful. Soft and round; so supple. I couldn’t wait to see it.
“I need to go to the ladies” she whispered to me. “Be right back, ok?”
“Yeah, ok babe. Don’t be too long.” She winked at me, closing the door behind her.
I sat on the bench thinking. It had been a long time since I picked up a chick. A long time. College days. I was nervous, a little bit, I realized as I caught myself popping my knuckles. The minutes drug by; Paula seemed to be taking her sweet fucking time. Then the door swung open so quickly I jumped, startled. Paula stepped into the small room.
I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, my hands back on her ass.
She moaned and pressed into me harder. I moved my hands from her ass and slipped them under her shirt and onto her back; onto her skin so soft and feverishly hot. I moved them around to her sides and onto her stomach, caressing her hard and firm belly, and slowly slid her red tank top up and over her head as we released our mouths from the kiss.
She shook her magnificent hair out around her shoulders and smiled shyly as she reached out for the buttons on my shirt. I tossed her shirt on the bench.
I reached around her back to unhook her bra and found nothing but band.
“Oh. Front hook” she said softly. Reaching down, she released her charges from their cups. Her beautiful breasts sprang forth, smaller than I imagined but perfect nonetheless, crowned with nipples thick and brown. Her areolas were slightly puffy and large, their brown spongy skin a perfect match to her nipples. Gorgeous and suckable. Her tan lines were a marked contrast and very sexy.
I cupped her soft and warm breasts, one with each hand and teased my tongue across the eraser like nipples, watching and feeling as they grew harder and more puckered with each passing lick.
Paula moaned softly and pushed my shirt from my shoulders and pulled me to her, pressing her burning nipples wet with my spit into my chest.
Her tongue pushed into my mouth once again, mine rising to meet her in a heated dance filled with desire. Her mouth was so warm and wet, so hot. My cock was rapidly swelling.
I trembled as she kissed my shoulders and then my chest, slowly moving down my stomach, and lingering at my naval, probing it gently with her sweet and slippery tongue. I longed for her to touch me, to put her hand on my crotch and feel my heat.
She slowly stood up, kissing her way back up to my shoulders, then my neck, then my mouth. Our tongues probed and darted, sharing my taste between us.
Her hand dropped to my crotch, her long fingers finding my cock pressed hard against my jeans. She squeezed it gently.
“Mmmm” she moaned. “I know what you want me to do” she whispered in her deep, sultry voice.
“Oh yeah” I panted and swallowed hard. “What’s that?”
She laughed huskily and put her face against mine, our lips touching as she spoke.
“You want me to give you head. You want me to suck your cock.” She squeezed my cock head through my jeans as she said ‘cock’. I jerked involuntarily.
“Uhhh…well yeah. I mean, the thought had crossed my mind” I stammered.
She reached down further and cupped my balls through the fabric.
“All you have to do is ask” she said, her lips still moving against mine, adding the words “nicely. Like a gentleman.”
I swallowed hard again; my cock was feeling nearly raw from the friction against the fabric of my clothing.
“Will you suck my cock Paula? Please?”
She locked her sapphire blue eyes on mine. “My pleasure. I thought you’d never ask” she said kissing me down my torso once again, all the while undoing my belt and zipper.

[ErosArtist]

Second Floor; Housewares, Lady's Lingerie

Part 3 -

"This girl is fucking amazing" I thought.
I felt her long fingers wrap around my cock as her free hand pushed my pants to the floor, stepping me out of them. She teased my tip with a finger, rubbing the drops of pre-cum all around, softly, gently. The sensations were intense, making me gasp.
Paula looked up and smiled. "You're wetter than I am" she teased, and began stroking my balls with her other hand. Soon, she touched my cock head to her face and then started rubbing her face with my throbbing dick. He tongue darted at it, serpentine like, as she brushed the shaft passed her lips. I was quivering now.
"You want me to suck you baby?" she asked.
"Oh yes...yes, I do. Please suck my cock. Paula. Please."
I felt her breath on my dick, then the heat of her soft and slick tongue. I looked down and watched her trace the shape of my head with her lips and tongue, taking sweet licks and planting soft kisses over the entire tip of my engorged organ. My cock was visibly throbbing, the head now varying shades of pink and purple. My knees were week; my legs starting to shake.
"Please suck my cock Paula...oh god, please suck my cock."
I felt her lips wrap around my girth, and her hot mouth engulfed me, drawing me in.
"Ahhh yes, oh yes...so good."
He red fingernails gently scratched my balls as her tongue massaged my shaft, sucking me deeper and deeper. "So fucking good..." I whispered.
It was heaven.
She slid her mouth back to the tip and expelled me. Strings of her spit clung to my dick and her chin.
"You're a thick boy" she said, smiling. "And you taste so good."
She drew me back into her mouth sucking more, and cupping my balls gently, her other hand playing at her breasts, twisting, pinching and pulling on one succulent brown nipple then the other.
"Swallow my cock babe" I said in a hoarse whisper. "Oh that's so fucking good Paula....damn you do that so good. So good"
I looked down at her again. She cast her blue eyes up and stared while her head bobbed back and forth over my cock. Her tongue had a mind of it's own. I could feel it.
I whispered down to her "I want to taste you babe. I want to eat your pussy."
She pulled away from my cock and stood up, kissing me, her swollen salty tongue filling my mouth.
Paula stepped back and making sure I was watching her, pushed her hand into her skirt and closing her eyes, drew in a sharp breath.
Her blue eyes were piercing sapphire jewels when she opened them again and she swayed, drunk with passion. "I'm so ready for you baby" she purred. "I'm so sticky and dripping."
I reached for her, but she gently pushed my hand aside.
"Not yet baby. Be patient."
She unlocked the door and opened it.
Grabbing me by the cock, she pulled me forward and out into the hallway.
"Paula!" I rasped. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"It's alright" she said. No one's on the floor. They're all upstairs."
She turned to me and pressed her hot tits onto my face.
"We're gonna play on the floor, under all those panties you love so much!"
I almost creamed right there. "Oh my god...are you sure."
Paula laughed. "You're never gonna forget it."
We left the hallway and were now on the sales floor of the lingerie department. Most of the lights were off; only a few around the cash registers and window displays were illuminated. I had left my jeans in the dressing and my shirt was there too, along with Paula's. I was naked in the lingerie department of a large department store in the freakin' largest mall in the whole goddamned city with a topless sales girl that worked there!
Holy fuck!
Paula led me back to the rack I had pulled over. She removed up the 'Love me Tender' panties from their hanger and held them across her tits.
"Why these are just my size" she cooed and turning around, released the button on her skirt. I watched as it fell in a puddle around her feet on the floor. The pantyhose she wore were completely sheer and in the dim lights, I could see her ass was flawless, with a thin tan line left by a thong bikini bottom.
God this woman was the fucking sexiest thing I'd ever seen!
She pulled the panties on over her pantyhose and turned around to face me.
She was hot. Outlined by the display window lights, her form was soft and curvy. Womanly. Feminine.
"Ta-da" she chorused, striking the classic 'Vogue' pose.
"You are gorgeous" I said and moved towards her, pulling her close. I cupped and squeezed her soft tits in each hand as I felt her stroking my cock once again. The dim light made her tan lines even more pronounced. I kissed and licked her nipples, sucking each one in deeply, loving their hot stiffness on my tongue.
I reached for her crotch and she pulled back slightly.
She pulled me down to the floor and we lay there kissing and caressing. Each time I approached her pussy though, she stopped me, or rolled away slightly. I was getting frustrated.
"Paula....what's wrong?"
She was quiet for a moment.
"Is it your period? Because if it is, that's..."
She softly put a finger over my lips. She pulled me to her and kissed me sweetly, softly.
"It's my clit" she finally said. "It's different than most girls. Very different."
I thought for a second. Different? What the hell could she mean?
"Different? How?" I lay on my back.
She smiled and propped on one elbow, and began tracing around my left nipple with her fingers.
"Just different. I wanted you to know before we went any further."
She was kissing my neck again, nuzzling her lips along my earlobe, her soft hair caressing my chest and shoulders.
"Does it work? Can you cum" I asked.
She laughed. "Oh yes. It works. I think you'll be amazed. It's completely functional, I promise." She laughed again. She moaned softly as I began to kiss her neck and shoulders, teasing her ear with my tongue.
"I want to taste you" I whispered, "please. Please let me taste you"
I moved down her chest, taking little licks and bites at her rubbery nipples, thick and engorged with our shared excitement.
"Please"
She sighed and opened her legs.
I slid my hands down her belly, my kisses following, and as I reached the waistband of her pantyhose, I slipped one, then two fingertips inside.
Paula's back arched slightly, and I pushed my hand in further, her skin smooth and silky, and burning hot.
Then I felt it.

[ErosArtist]

Second Floor; Housewares, Lady's Lingerie

Part 4 -

Her soft smooth skin thickened and hardened at my touch.
Her clit?
Fuck me.
This was a cock!
I jerked my hand back in surprise.
"What the fuck? Fuck!"
Paula tensed and looked at me, her eyes wide.
I stared at her in shock; disbelief.
"You're a guy?! What the hell?!"
Paula looked distress. "I was trying to tell you. I have a cock. But I'm a woman. I'm no man. I'm a fully transgendered person. I've been living completely as a female for nearly five years. I started hormone therapy this year."
She said it again, emphatically. "Greg, I'm a woman. Yes, I was born Paul, but inside I'm Paula. Outside too. Completely. I always have been. All my life."
I was confused, flooded with emotion. I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't angry.
What I was, was goddamned surprised.
"Jesus Christ Paula, you never said 'cock' or 'dick' or...or...'penis.' Shit! You said
'clit.' "
I put my head in my hands. "Clit usually means pussy. Usually clit means wet pussy."
I looked back to her. Tears were welling in her eyes. I suddenly felt guilty for my outburst, for saying things that hurt and scared this wonderful...person...this wonderful woman.
"God Greg, don't be mad. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Jesus Christ." She turned to stand.
I clasped her hand and pulled, then gently pushed her down to the floor and lay beside her. The carpet was rough against our flushed bodies. I kissed her. I held her. I wiped a tear from her eye.
"Paula, I was surprised...I just wasn't expecting...wasn't expecting..." I said. "Look, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not angry. The truth is...I'm very attracted to you. Really, I am."
My own words surprised me. Aside from circle jerks as a twelve or thirteen year old, I'd never been sexual with anyone that had a penis. I'd never touched a penis, aside from my own. Never.
I wasn't afraid of cocks. I wasn't timid about cocks. I liked watching the guys in porn movies shoot their loads; I even liked looking at their cocks, watching them stroke. And yes, I always checked out the other packages in the locker room. Fuck, every guy does it; I don't care what they say.
But I'd never 'wanted' one though. Not ever. Not once.
Yet here I was, undeniably, even uncontrollably sexually attracted to someone with a penis. A cock and balls. A dick and the jewels. Like mine.
I took her hand down to my still hard shaft. "See?"
Paula looked into my eyes, searching, and began to stroke me softly. She nuzzled my neck. "Are you sure?" she asked timidly.
We kissed deeply again; our tongues wrestling and probing once more. My God, I loved kissing this woman.
I traced one hand over her breasts and down to her belly, and continued down further until I cupped the soft warm bulge between her legs. I rolled to be on top of her, and lifting her gently, pulled the neon pink "Love me Tender" panties from her pantyhosed crotch down to her knees, then down and all the way off.
"I'm sure."
In the dim light, I could see her beautiful shecock and balls nestled in the sheer pantyhose, a moist spot of pre-cum near her cockhead. As I stroked her softly through the hose, I could feel her cock growing and swelling; I could feel the heat rising within her once again. Touching a woman this way was such a rush, such a thrill.
Now, I really wanted to taste her.
I slid down further until my mouth rested over her pantyhose encased cock and as I kissed and licked her shedick, I stroked her and squeezed her with one hand. She was shaved smooth, even her precious jewels, and I eagerly licked and kissed them through the nylon.
Her smell was so sweet and sexy. Her musk filled my senses and I inhaled it deeply.
She arched her back slightly and I slid the pantyhose slowly over her perfect ass, until the head of her cock peeked above the waist band. I stopped there and went to her sweet cock, teasing it with gentle kisses and licks.
"Ahhh...." Paula moaned as she writhed on the floor.
"I want to be in your mouth" she rasped, "please take me in your mouth."
It was then that I could fully feel and see the length of her member. I'm short, maybe six inches when rock hard, but thick. I can rest a silver dollar comfortably on my shaft when I'm standing proud. Paula said it herself: I'm a thick boy. But this girl was big; easily 7, maybe 8 inches, and with a sharply pointed and circumcised head. In the dim light, to my somewhat unaccustomed eye, she looked monstrous. And she looked delicious.
I couldn't wait to taste her and swallow her.
I pulled her pantyhose down with so much force that I heard the fabric start to tear. Paula cried out softly and winced. I didn't care. I pushed the hose to her knees and kissed along her thighs, stroking her long and hard cock as I went.
My mouth found her balls, and I licked them greedily; long, wet licks and kisses all over her smooth skin purse. I loved to feel them move under the press of my tongue. Paula pushed her cock down onto my face and wiped it across my face, leaving little globs of sweet, clear pre-cum as she went. Her cock was hot and sticky, the head red and pulsing. Finally, I sucked her fully into my mouth.
"Ohhhh yesss...oh God you have a hot mouth. Oh that feels so good... so good."
I loved how her cock filled my head; how she quivered as I traced the ridges of her pointed tip with my tongue. I sucked and slurped her for all I was worth. I took her in as far as I could, until my chin was touching her balls, then back up to her tip again. I tasted the slight saltiness of her pre-cum and was amazed at how soft her cock skin was.
"Ahhh....god...." she screamed.
I was in heaven. I was sucking Paula's cock and I loved it. I loved it dearly. I never wanted to stop.
She began to pump her cock inside my mouth; began to fuck my face; fuck my head.
"Oh yes...." she purred. "Do you like tasting me? Do you like my clit baby?"
I released her from my mouth and licked her shaft from top to balls, and as I licked and slurped her silky soft ball sack I managed to say "yes. I love your clit. It's the most beautiful clit I've ever seen."
She sat up, bringing me with her, and then pushed me backwards onto the floor. She stood over me, her cock swaying and pulled off her pantyhose. She dropped onto my torso in a squat and kissed me hard, our tongues writing against each other in a maddening frenzy. She pulled away and presented her cock to my mouth, her hips thrusting and pushing her way in.
Fucking my face. Again.
I met her cock with my hungry tongue, greedily sucking and licking her burning hard member. She spat in her hand and reached behind her, her slippery wet fingers finding my dick and stroking, her fingers caressing my balls with each downward motion.
She turned, and dropped onto me, with her ass at my face and her cock resting on my chest. Sixty-nine.
I felt her mouth draw me in and I almost screamed. Paula knew how to suck cock.
She probed my balls with her fingers, and then her tongue.
"Oh yes, lick my balls baby" I pleaded. "Oh fuck yes...."
I gazed at her beautiful bottom, perched right in front of my face, her sweet balls and cock hot and wet on my chest. I licked her sweet sack and felt her quake; I licked up her root, along the root length of her shedick, to her brown and puckered, musky rosebud.

[ErosArtist]

Second Floor; Housewares, Lady's Lingerie

Part 5 -

I teased her ass with my tongue and I her heard her yelp.
“Oh, I love that” she cooed. “I absolutely love that…mmmm.”
I gasped as she slipped a finger into my ass, her tongue still bathing my balls. I probed her more deeply, her musk invading all of my senses.
Paula had two fingers in my ass now, and as I soaked her hole with my spit, I slipped one into her. She convulsed and gasped with pleasure. Goddamn, her ass was hot and tight.
“Ohhh god yes baby….” she gasped as she sucked in her breath. Paula turned her head towards mine
“I want that thick cock in me…fuck me baby” she said. “Put your cock in me.” She sucked me in one last time, her tongue lashing my cock as if punishing it.
And then she let my cock fall from her mouth.
Climbing off of me, she reached for her purse, removing a small bottle filled with a thick clear gel; lube. She squeezed the lube over my cock and stroked it, dispersing the slick fluid, and at the same time, spread some of the lube from my cock over her ass with her other hand.
Her blues eyes burned into mine.
We stood up and embraced, cock to cock, and kissed, tongues probing each others mouths as if searching for nourishment. She reached for my cock and I went for hers. We both pushed our dicks together and stroked and kissed, her dick slipping against my now very slippery and hard cock. She turned and dropped to the floor on her knees, her hips raised and her ass high in the air. Her cheeks were spread beautifully.
An offering.
“Fuck me” she said.
I pressed my cock head to her burning hole and gently pushed, feeling her tightness, until she gradually began to open up. She groaned softly. I watched as my dick slipped into her velvet interior; watched as her hole tightened around my dickhead, squeezing it.
God this was tight!
“Ahhh….ohhhh….ohhh yes…” she groaned, loudly now. “Oh that’s so good…damn you’ve got a fat cock!”
I pushed harder, going deeper. She cried out.
“Fuck that’s so good….”
“Oh yeah” I panted. “It’s so fucking good….you are so fucking hot baby…”
God her ass was hot…so fucking hot….
I drove into her, slowly at first, but now faster, building rhythm and tempo.
Paula was moaning uncontrollably.
My dick popped from her ass with a sucking sound. I turned her over onto her back and pushed her legs behind her head. Her gaping ass yawned open, begging for my cock. I slipped into her again and she squeezed me hard.
“Ahhh…” she moaned.
“Oh yes…damn girl…” I began to thrust in and out, not slowly at all, but with burning speed, her ass gripping my cock with unbelievable tightness.
Paula stroked her cock, her blue eyes ablaze, drunk with sex.
“You like fucking me baby?” she asked.
“Fuck yes…god yes, I like fucking you. Damn!”
Paula gasped and moved her hand over her cock in harder, faster strokes.
She groaned loudly. “I’m gonna cum…you’re gonna make me cum…oh…god yes!”
I felt her ass grip around my cock like a vice as I watched a thick column of white heat spew from her pointy long dick. It sprayed right between her tits, some falling onto one nipple. I promptly leaned down and licked it, lapping up the hot salty goodness.
It was indescribable. I licked her cum from her tits. It was so sweet and salty, even tangy; so yummy!
I pushed my mouth on hers and she eagerly lapped at my tongue, sharing the taste of her cum along with me.
Now it was my turn; I was cumming. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Paula saw the electric shocks of pleasure tracing across my face. She knew what to do.
“Cum in my mouth” she begged. “Shoot your cum in my mouth!”
I pulled my cock from her ass and she rose to meet it, grabbing it and stroking. Two strokes from her sweet hand and I blew.
“Ohhh fuck yes” I cried out, my hot white cream streaming into her waiting mouth and onto her face. She took it all in, slurping cum as it oozed from my cockhead until there was no more, my balls shriveled tight against my body.
Paula sat back and opened her mouth, showing me my cum, white against her burning pink tongue. Closing her mouth, she swallowed it all in one gulp and opened her mouth again, laughing. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, wanting to taste my own spice from her sweet mouth. We fell to the floor in a warm embrace.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor and echoes of voices.
I tensed.
“Holy shit” I whispered.
Paula pulled me close.
“Shhh. They’re only walking by. They’ll go out another door. We’re alright, but we need to leave in a few minutes. The alarms will be armed soon and there are motion sensors.”
I look at her, eyes wide, then laughed.
She laughed too. We lay there quietly for a few more minutes, among the rows of silky, satiny panties, kissing, our cocks touching.
It was beautiful.
Soon though, it was over. We had to leave. Paula gathered her clothes along with the Love me Tender panties. She held them over her naked crotch.
“For next time” she said, smiling sexily.” I looked at her, curious.
“Next time?” I said.
She looked tense; even a bit stern.
“There will be a next time….right Greg?”
I smiled. “You know there will be. Maybe in a couple of hours. If I’m lucky.”
She laughed and tossed the panties to me.

“C’mon, we better go.” I watched her lovely, naked ass shake and sway as she walked in front of me.
“Ladies first” I thought and smiled. God, what a fucking night!
As we dressed in the dressing room, she turned to me, her lips brushing my cheek.
“So what did you buy for your god daughter?” she asked.

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