Clothes Encounter

“Greg, is that you?” She asked timidly, twirling her hair. He looked up, gazed at her. A flicker of recognition crossed his face.

“Jenny?” His voice was deep and strong. Different from how she remembered.

“Hi,” she grinned, watching as his eyes darted down her body.

“Wow, you look great.” He told her, not playing coy.

“Thanks, so you do.” She offered back politely, though he really did.

“What have you been up to? What you doing here?” He gestured around him then suddenly fell silent as the realisation they stood in a lingerie shop hit him.

She smiled shyly, “Well right now I’m planning on doing some clothes shopping. And recently, just working, and working out.”

“I can tell.” He looked in awe, his mouth hung open.

“I lost 100 pounds.” She told him in a wave of excitement.

“Jenny that’s great, you look amazing. Leaving school was good to you.” He ran his hand through his hair.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.” She grinned coyly at him feeling the attraction build between them. Back at school they had never seen eye to eye, always argued. They had been the opposite in everything, leagues, friends and classes. And now she felt equal to him, even superior.

She suddenly felt glad she had made herself go to the gym and even happier she had lost that weight. In school she had wanted him so bad, every girl did, and now she felt like he wanted her too.

“Well, I’d better go.” Knowing that he still watched her she picked up a lacy set from a rail beside her, the red fabric sheer and soft, then headed to the back of the store where the changing room was. Closing the red velvet-feel curtain she congratulated herself and made a mental note to tell Diane about Greg.

She used to be that geeky girl in high school nobody wanted to talk to and everyone wanted to poke fun at. Now she was hot and she knew it. She smiled at herself in the mirror.

She peeled off her shirt and let it drop to the floor. When she looked back up in the reflection she saw a chink in the curtain letting in a sliver of dim store light. A hand peeked around the velvet, clutching the fabric gingerly. Without a word Greg slipped into the booth with Jenny. She met his eyes in the mirror. He gazed at her eagerly. He stood taller than her, his shoulders broader, brown hair thick and gorgeous.

She felt his hands reach; warm fingers caress her hips gently. He pulled himself into her and she felt his heat down the entire length of her body. Leaning down he kissed her neck, his breath hot, tickling.

Closing her eyes Jenny let herself be swept away. His kisses moved across her shoulders, down her back. She shuddered at his soft touch. She felt him unclip her bra and gently push it down her shoulders, freeing her breasts. Fleetingly his hands traced an outline of her bust. Her nipples stiffened to the touch of his toughened fingers.

He crouched moving to kiss the small of her back, she arched as he did, the sensations overwhelming. Slowly he unzipped her skirt, it sounded loud in the quiet of the moment. It fell to the floor around her feet.

Jenny felt a cold gust of air, then he was there, hands caressing her buttocks, kissing gently. She felt her panties begin to slide over her rump. In the mirror she saw he pulled at them with her teeth. As the lacy material slipped over the swell of her backside they too fell to the floor and she was left only in a pair of stilettos. She glimpsed her naked form in the mirror, slim and toned. Her lady garden neatly trimmed. She felt a wave of delight looking at her new self.

Then he was standing again, one hand caressing her breast, massaging, teasing, the other unzipping himself. She felt his member, long and hard pressing against her back. She ached to feel it inside of her. She pushed herself against the mirror, rump pointed towards him, inviting.

She felt him enter, probing her tentatively. In the reflection, her mouth was open in a perfect ‘O’ as he began thrusting, his face showing equal pleasure to her own. He held her by the shoulders, his grip strong and firm. She gave herself to him, matching his thrusts, pushing herself backwards to meet him.

She watched as he watched in the mirror, excited and intrigued. He probed her very centre and she felt herself build, climax on the brink just as he himself gave way to ecstasy and released his hot fluid inside of her with a last hard thrust. He held himself against her, breath ragged.

Straightening up Jenny felt his penis falling from her and felt a sense of disappointment. She felt his teeth nip at her neck. Moaning gently she turned to meet his lips with hers. She didn’t want the moment to end. She’d wanted it for so long.

“Come home with me Jenny.” His voice soft in her ear as his hands caressed her.





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