This week I elected not to use the prompt provided by Rebel but rather to post a story based on an adventure I had recently with a hot surfer dude in a shopping centre.
As always make sure you check out the other entries to Wicked Wednesday.
William frowned, turning this way and that, examining himself in the change room mirror. He hated shopping, and shopping in is his lunch hour for a shirt to wear to the wedding of his wife's manager, a woman he detested, was the absolute pits. That morning he had argued with his wife about the need for the new shirt. He felt that there were shirts that were currently hanging in his wardrobe that were perfectly suitable. His wife was driven by workmate peer pressure and insisted that they were not.
William's grumpy reverie was interrupted by the sound of the door in the next cubicle opening.
"Which ones will we look at first?" a male voice asked.
"Try these," a female voice answered. William's heart skipped a beat. Was there actually a woman in the men's change rooms? In the next cubicle to him? Watching another man trying on clothes? Suddenly William felt the need to cover himself as if the woman in the next cubicle was going to poke her head over the partition and start giving him advice about his fashion choices.
The sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor came from the next cubicle accompanied by a muffled giggle.
"Hmmm," The female voice seemed to have dropped about an octave. "Maybe we should leave them off altogether."
"Now why would we want to do that?" The male responded in a playful way.
Why indeed? William was wondering as he stood frozen by indecision in his cubicle. The sensible part of his brain screeched at him to get dressed and leave as quickly as possible but he didn't move. Instead he stayed listening like a sneaky lilt boy, looking at his sister and her boyfriend through the keyhole of her bedroom door.
"So I can do this," the woman responded. Her voice was enticing, making William even more curious. What did this woman who followed men into change room cubicles in Myers look like?
He heard the sound of a slow intake of breath from the other side of the partition. It sparked a stirring in his trousers. Now he couldn't leave, there was no way he could walk through Myers with a raging hard on.
"Good girl," William heard the sound of the man's voice murmuring, he presumed, to the woman. "That is almost perfect, just a little deeper."
There was an answering whimper but even though he all but pressed his ear against the wall William didn't hear any more sounds for what seemed like hours. There was the sound of rustling and soft whispers but he couldn't make out any of the words. Curiosity got the better of him and he found himself craning his neck to look underneath the petition. He couldn't see much but what he saw only enticed him further.
A woman was kneeling on the floor in front of a man who seemed to be sitting on the seat near the mirror. All he could really see was feet and calves. It was enough to give him an idea but he wanted more. William stood up and leaned against the partition listening to the sighs and muffled whimpers coming from the cubicle next to him. His cock was like a rod in his pants. Absently he unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from the restriction.
"Fuck you look so beautiful sucking my cock like that," William felt a jolt go through him at the sound of the man's voice. "It makes me want to come all over your face,"
William couldn't help himself now he had to see. He stepped up on the seat in front of the mirror. With his heart pounding he peered over the top of the partition. The woman had red hair. William could see the man's fingers twisted through it, gripping it and pressing the woman's face against his cock.
"Good girl," the man whispered. "You suck my cock so good."
The woman's whimpers seemed a little louder, her body undulating in time with the movement of her head. William reached down and began stroking himself urgently. He wanted that mouth pressing against his belly with those red lips opened wide. He watched as she gagged softly against the man, her body shuddering. William wanted to feel her throat close over him as he pushed his cock down her throat.
She tilted her head upwards so that she could look at her lover. It was the most erotic thing William had ever seen. Her blue eyes intently fixed on the man as she knelt at his feet and filled her mouth with his cock. William's hand moved frantically up and down his own shaft, he could feel his orgasm rising. The man held the woman's head still as he thrust himself into her mouth whispering praise to her as she gagged on his cock.
"Good girl, you are so beautiful, you suck my cock so well. Do you want to taste my cum?"
William slowly let out a quiet sigh. He could feel the pressure of his cum almost at the base of his cock. He braced himself, his hand was shuffling up and down his shaft frantically. In his mind his wife was there, kneeling in front of him with her hands wrapped around his ass as he thrust into her beautiful red lips.
"Are you ready?" The voice beside him asked.
"Fuck yessssss" the voice in William's head screamed.
There was a muffled moan as the man emptied himself into her mouth. She held his cock carefully in her mouth. William could see her throat working as she swallowed his cum. He leaned back against the wall as the heat of his orgasm shuddered through him. A gob of white cum covered his hand and smeared across the front of the shirt he had been trying on. All of the tension he had been carrying when he walked into Myers disappeared. Beside him he heard the couple whispering.
"That was so hot," the man stroked his girlfriend's hair
"Yes it was." The woman replied. "I bet you don't get that on every first date."
"First date!" the words rang through William's head.
"Not always the man laughed. But it never hurts to ask."