“Sounds fun,” I said.
“Here we are, The Buckle,” he said, stopping in front of the store.
I looked at the front of the store as if I was lost. I didn’t realize we had walked this far, from one end of the mall to the other. I looked up at him as if to get permission to enter. He nodded and motioned toward the store entrance.
We walked into the store together, arm in arm. Something about having my arm around his, his claiming me in public, making it known we were together – made me feel special. It made me feel warm inside. There was no gift on this earth that this man could give me that would be greater than the way he made me feel. As we walked back to the display of women’s jeans, I smiled.
“What’s funny, Baby Girl?” he asked as he turned toward me, smiling.
Never. I would never get sick of him saying that. Baby Girl. I felt rubber legged when he said it. Don’t. Stop. Calling. Me. That. Ever.
“I was just thinking. I am happy today. That’s all, no reason.”
“I am happy as well, Kelli,” he said. “It’s a gorgeous day, and I am having a great time.”
I wondered what he meant. Was he happy because of me? Because of what I did at the restaurant? Because I had an orgasm for him like a good girl? Or was it some other reason? I wanted to know but didn’t want to ruin anything by asking. I decided to take my father’s advice and keep my mouth shut. Being quiet was the smart move.
“Here they are,” I said as I picked up the jeans.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yes, I only wear one style from here, this is them. Do you like them?” I asked, holding them up for him to see.
“Try them on, Baby Girl,” Erik said. I felt as if I had no choice. His tone of voice often changed, and although it was not loud, or disrespectful, he had a ‘direct’ tone. This was it.
“Yes, sir,” I responded, walking toward the cashier.
“Excuse me, can you unlock a dressing room?” I asked the girl behind the counter.
“Five and six are unlocked,” she said as she twisted her hair in one finger, pointing to the rear of the store with the other.
“Okay, thank you,” I responded in a smart-ass tone.
I hated teens. I know that five years ago, I was a senior in high school, but it seemed so far away now. Now that I had completed college, the thought of being in high school seemed so distant
“Do you know her?” Erik asked.
“No, I just hate high school girls,” I said, now wondering how Erik might respond.
“So do I, Baby Girl, so do I.”
We walked through the aisles to the dressing rooms in the rear. As we walked past the various displays, Erik was very attentive to the clothes that they were laid out. He turned and looked at several, feeling the fabric or making a remark about something, and how it would look on me. When we got to the rear of the store, I looked at our reflection in the mirror. Erik looked great; tall, muscular, with very good posture. I looked like I had bird legs. After I confirmed the door handle was unlocked, I told Erik I would be right back out.
I pulled off my shoes and removed my shorts, placing them on the bench. I unfolded the jeans, and struggled to get into them. After I had them on they felt like they fit well, but getting into them was difficult. I looked for a mirror, and there wasn’t one in the room. I opened the door, and stepped out to look at them, and to show Erik.
“Do you like them?” I asked, rotating in a circle so he could see all angles of my physique.
“Love them. Where are your shoes, Baby Girl?”
“Oh, I left them in the dressing room,” I said pointing in the room.
Erik walked past me and into the dressing room. He motioned to me with his hand to come into the dressing room. I looked through the store, which was almost empty, and walked into the room.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
He held his index finger to his lips, giving me the symbol to be quiet, and leaned toward my face. With his finger still crossing his mouth, he brushed my hair behind my ear with his other hand. I could feel him touching the lobe of my ear, and I felt his breath on my ear and neck. His mouth moved from my ear along my neck and to my shoulder, and I felt his breath on my skin as he moved. It was as if he smelled me with his mouth.
His mouth opened and he began placing wet kisses along my neck to my ear, licking my skin with the tip of his tongue as his mouth moved up and down my neck. His tongue, darting out and randomly licking me, caused goose bumps to rise on my arms and legs again. He positioned his head directly in front of mine and held his finger tightly to his lips. He raised his eyebrows as if to confirm that I understood. I nodded my head and smiled.
“Don’t say one fucking word, Baby Girl. Not one fucking word,” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded again.
Using his index finger, he moved the neck of my shirt aside, and kissed and bit my clavicle. Chills ran down my spine all the way to my toes. His lips moved up my neck to my ear. His mouth opened and lightly encompassed my lower ear lobe, kissing it softly. He grasped my face lightly with his right hand, and turned it to meet his.
Pressing me against the corner of the dressing room, he began to kiss me. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. His hand slid from my face to my lower neck. With his palm resting on my lower neck, his thumb and fingers stretched to my collarbones. The tips of his finger began squeezing my neck. His grip alternated between lightly squeezing and a more firm grip, as we continued to kiss.
I focused on his hand that was squeezing my neck more than I focused on the kiss, and it was making me want him to fuck me. I wanted him inside of me, right there in the dressing room. Slowly sliding his big cock inside of me - gently, quietly, deeply…as he held his hand over my mouth. I felt as if I were fading in and out of consciousness.
As we kissed, with his right hand on my throat, he reached around the lower part of my back with his left hand, grabbing my hip bone. Pulling with his left hand, he began to spin me around so that my back was facing him. He held my face and continued to kiss me as he turned me around. With his left hand he unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans.
As the jeans fell to the floor, my heart raced. I could feel every beat of my pulse against his palm, which still rested on my throat. I felt his left hand on my butt, struggling with my panties. I reached for my panties, and when I did, I realized my hand had been stroking him through his jeans. I have no idea how long it had been there, but one hand was against the wall, attempting to hold myself steady, while the other was reaching behind me stroking him to rock-like hardness.
I pulled the front of my panties down with my thumb, and he pulled on the rear. After they slid down my thighs, they fell to the floor. I kicked my jeans and panties to the side, and pressed my butt against him.
“Put both your hands against the wall, Baby Girl, and don’t say a word, understand?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded.
I heard his belt unbuckle and the sound of his zipper. With both palms on the wall of the booth, I stood - naked. All I had on was my shirt. I began to shake. A chill went through my body. I desperately wanted him inside of me. I wanted to feel him become part of me. I looked between my legs, and saw his pants fall to the tops of his boots. As I was focusing on his pants, I felt the head of his hard cock press against my wetness.
His right hand grasped my neck, and I felt his mouth by my right ear.
“Not a word,” he whispered.
I looked up at the wall, and braced myself, pressing hard against the wall.
As he began to slide inside of me, I bent my knees, and pressed my butt against his hips as hard as I could, forcing him inside of me as deeply as possible. I felt his left arm on my ribs, as his hand slid slowly down to my crotch. His finger found my clit, and he began to massage it with the tip of his finger as he squeezed my neck lightly with his other hand.
He had found a rhythm of slow, long strokes. His hips lightly slapped against my butt as he att
empted to go as deep as possible. His thick long cock working its way in and out of my wetness…this was not love making, we were fucking - and I loved it. He continued to rub my clit, sending miniature electric shocks throughout my body. His breath against my ear felt like steam. As I began to tingle, I bit my lower lip with my teeth, knowing I was going to have an immediate orgasm.
“Listen to me, Baby Girl. Listen. Cum on me. Cum all over my cock. Cum for me, Baby Girl. I want you to cum. Cum for me,” he whispered into my ear as he continued to push himself deeper inside of me.
My legs began to shake. I removed one of my hands from the wall, and grabbed his hand, trying to hold it still. His finger on my clit was sending waves through my soul as I began to climax. I couldn’t remove his hand, and his finger continued to massage my clit as his swollen shaft slid in and out slowly. His chest pressed against my back, and his hips pressed against my butt, my eyes rolled back and my eyelids closed. Lost in the moment, I came, and I came, and I came. I heard him whispering in my ear and felt his breath, but I could not comprehend what he was saying. As I continued to have orgasm after orgasm, I felt his cock swell, growing inside of me. I could feel his heart beating through it as he held it deep, pressing against me. I wanted to capture this moment, this feeling, and keep it. There was nothing I could ever do to resurrect this feeling, to make it happen again.
His chest released pressure from my back, and he began to groan. As he continued to groan, he erupted inside of me. My entire body shook, tingled, and felt warm at the same time. An orgasm-like experience that I had never witnessed went through my entire body as he came. I couldn’t breathe. I opened my eyes. I heard nothing but ringing in my ears.
As he pulled himself from inside of me, I reached down and cupped my hand over my crotch. His orgasm felt massive, and I knew it would eventually be everywhere. Standing there with one hand between my legs, I turned to face him. With his hand still on my neck, he slowly slid it up to my chin and gripped my jaw with his fingers. He looked me in the eye, and his lips slowly and softly met mine. Two soft, wet kisses later, he pulled his face back.
“You’re perfect for me. You’re human, and you’re flawed, we all are. But for me, you are perfect,” he whispered.
I felt like my heart was in my throat. I could feel it beating in my mouth. I stood, one hand on my crotch, and stared at him. With my free hand, I reached around him and hugged him, pressing my cheek against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, and feeling it against my face, I wondered just what he meant. Just how perfect was I, and what would that afford me? With one of his hands in my hair, and one against my back, we hugged.
“You guys need help in there?” the irritating high school teen asked from outside the door.
“No, just trying on jeans,” I responded.
“Okay, well…one person to a room, please. It’s store policy,” she responded in a sharp tone.
“I will be right out,” Erik said in a deep voice.
As he pulled his jeans up, I admired his body structure. His back muscles through his tee shirt as he bent down. His calf and thigh muscles as he pulled his pants up. His forearm muscles, covered with tattoos, as he zipped his jeans. Talk about perfect.
He opened the door just enough to exit and slipped through, closing it behind him. After he stepped out, I stood, one hand on my crotch, and one free. I looked around the room. I grabbed the jeans from the corner of the room and used the inner leg of the pants to wipe myself clean. Covered in his cum as well as mine, I wiped several times. I then neatly folded the jeans, placed them on the bench, and got dressed. With the jeans in one hand and my purse in the other, I walked out of the booth.
“I need to go back to the jeans,” I said, motioning to the display.
Erik followed me as I walked quickly to the jean display. I dug through them and found a similar pair in the wash and color style of the jeans that I was carrying. I checked the size, and handed the new jeans to Erik.
“Hold those please?”
Looking puzzled, he reached out and took the jeans. As we walked to the counter, the teen was checking someone out and popping her gum as she did. What an irritating little bitch. We stepped in line behind the boy who was paying for his clothes. As she handed him his purchases, she popped her gum again, and tilted her head to the side.
“Thanks for shopping at The Buckle.”
“These fit funny,” I said, handing her the dirty jeans I was holding in my hand. “So, you may want to check them for correct sizing.”
“These are the correct size, and we’ll take these,” I said, taking the jeans from Erik and handing them to her.
She placed the first pair of jeans on the counter.
“I will check them later,” she assured me, popping her gum as she spoke.
As she rang up the jeans, Erik nudged me aside and pulled money from his front pocket.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Taking care of you,” he responded.
He handed her a hundred dollar bill and received the change. She placed the jeans in the bag and handed it to him, smiling.
“Thanks for shopping at The Buckle. And, uhhm, you guys make a cute couple,” she said as we were turning to walk away.
Wow. She was a perceptive dumb bitch.
KELLI. I have always thought of myself as a fairly adventurous sexual person. I have done some things, sexually, that I was well aware most other girls would never do. I have also been highly aroused by situations and circumstances that would more than likely make a lot of girls feel uneasy or uncomfortable. In the past, I have wondered if there is something wrong with me because of what excited me, sexually. I have never talked to anyone about it, but I knew that there was something wrong with me mentally. Normal people were not aroused by the strange sex and the strange sexual circumstances that I was.
The things that Erik and I have done have never scared me for one minute. I never thought, ‘Should I do this, or should I say no?’ To me, it was just sex. Something fun. I never thought for one minute that it was something that I should consider not doing. I would say that the sexual escapades between Erik and I have been mild compared to what I would consider doing. When we left the mall, I wondered what he might offer, sexually, that would make me question if I had the ability to go against my best judgment.
Going into this house wasn’t that one thing, but it certainly was close. Walking into the house, I could tell that I was already wet. My groin tingled and itched for Erik. I had left my panties in my purse when I changed into my jeans, and my jeans were pressed into my crotch for the entire motorcycle ride. Wondering what he had in mind, I looked around. Surprisingly, the house was clean and didn’t smell bad.
The home had a modern look to it and a very open floor plan. The kitchen was in the rear of the home and open to the rest of the living area that we were standing in. The front of the house, separated by the front door, was made up of two large rooms that were covered in windows. The large windows faced the street that we rode to get here. None of the windows in the house had any form of coverings or blinds on them. I followed Erik into the home, looking around as we walked through it.
“This place is huge,” I said, looking up the stairs that led out of the kitchen.
“Come here, Kelli,” Erik said, standing in the kitchen. I hesitated, still admiring the house.
“We haven’t got a lot of time, get in here,” he said in a more demanding tone.
The hallway that I was standing in was a hardwood floor, as was the kitchen. The rooms on the other side of the hallway were carpeted. My sneakers squeaked as I walked on the hardwood floor. I looked into the kitchen where Erik stood and watched him remove his shirt.
This was the first time I had seen Erik with his shirt off. When he removed it over his head, his stomach muscles flexed. His stomach was flat, but rippled with muscles. He had an eight-pack, not a six-pack. His entire stomach was covered in a snake tattoo that went up to his chest. Both sides of his chest were c
overed in the same tattoo. From his belt line, the tattoo started, and went back and forth across his stomach until it ended at his chest, right below the collar of where a tee shirt would cover it. As he lowered his arms, and tossed his shirt on the kitchen counter, the size of his chest was obvious. In a tee shirt, it was clear that he was in shape. With his tee shirt off, it was very clear that he was in better shape than in shape. A small waist, wide chest, large upper arms, and very broad shoulders. The muscles on his chest twitched as he stood looking at me.
“What the fuck are you doing, baby?” he asked, chuckling as he asked.
“Uhhm, I was admiring you. I love you without a shirt on. Let’s leave it off. Forever and ever. You’re not allowed to wear a shirt, ever again,” I said as I began walking to where he had tossed his shirt.
As soon as I was walking past him, he reached out, grabbed me, and picked me up by my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my back, holding my feet off of the floor. His forearms were wrapped around my back, and his biceps were on each side of my chest. As he held me, his bicep muscles flexed. His body drove me crazy.
Something about being in this house, having him standing there in his jeans and boots without a shirt was more than I could handle. I felt like putty in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my toes together. One of his hands slid up my back and grasped the back of my head, holding it firmly. As he held my head, he turned it to the side and began to kiss me.
His lips met mine, and he pressed the back of my head to force my face hard against his. Our tongues found each other and began to tangle in my mouth. His hand slid from the back of my head, and touched my face. His fingers on one side of my face and his thumb on the other, we continued to kiss. He slowly began to spin in circles as I held myself tight to him with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He moved my face with his hand as we kissed, making my mouth meet his perfectly as if it were a missing puzzle piece snapped into place. Erik’s kisses were wet and his lips were soft, but they were not sloppy.