look and
pick what you want to keep and what you don’t leave on the floor.”
Stacy says from the other side of the door. Talk about bad timing
and I sure as hell don’t want to be picking out panties in front of
the hottest rock star in the world. According to Rolling Stone and
People magazines. That is.
“Fine.” I hiss under my breath
frustrated.
Johnathan reaches over-the-top of the
dressing room wall and snatches the giant stack of undergarments
from Stacy. Holy shit! Could this be any weirder? Johnathan gives
me this look, it’s so naughty and seductive but sweet at the same
time. God he’s gorgeous. No wonder women drop their panties for him
all the time. And I am standing here letting him pick them out with
me. I am sure a lot of females would pay good money for this close
encounter. I’d just pay good money to get out of it.
One by one he hands me a pair by pair. And
one by one my face gets redder and redder. Talk about
humiliating.
“I’ve taken off a lot of women’s panties but
I’ve never bought a pair.” He winks at me.
I think I just came in my panties. Oh wait no
I didn’t but I’m wet as hell. Jesus this is so not good. I am
supposed to loathe this man. He is a womanizing dick wad. I’m not
supposed to want to fuck him in a dressing room of a Macy’s but do.
I inhale deeply to calm my nerves and wouldn’t ya know it I breathe
him in even more. Shit! It’s bad enough I get a whiff of his
delectable mind fucking panty dropping scent. But I am a stupid ass
and just inhaled a bunch of it. I’m on a serious Johnathan lead
singer of Stricken high. I’m in so much trouble.
My mouth is so dry. It feels like I drank a
bottle of sand.
“I guess there’s a first time for
everything.” I joke.
It’s not a good one but it’s all I’ve got. I
have to get out of this damn dressing room. I can’t take it
anymore. My clit is throbbing to be touched, my hands are clammy,
my mouth is dry, and my breasts ache to be played with. No man has
ever made me want him this bad before. Mr. Sex on a stick doesn’t
even have to try. It’s one damn glance with those beautiful green
eyes and I’m done for. What the hell is wrong with me?
Seriously.
“Stacy.” My voice cracks. “Stacy” I call
again swallowing hard, looking up into the giant’s big green eyes.
But Stacy’s nowhere to be found.
Johnathan’s been leaning against the wall the
entire time well as much as he can anyhow. But I can feel him
shifting. Any minute and I might just drop to my knees and take him
into my mouth. Oh god, I’ve never even wanted to do that before. I
am sick in this head. This is so wrong. This is what he wants. Did
he want this to happen? Of course he did. He’s a damn male whore
rock and roll singer. Duh Emily. Get a grip and suck it up. It’ll
be over soon.
I glance down and I can feel his eyes searing
through me. Oh no he’s shifting again. I look back up and he’s
inches from my face. My heart leaps into my throat. My arousal is
pooling in my panties. I pray that he can’t smell it. It’s sweet
and I know the smell and I can smell it. Oh god this can’t be
happening. He places both of his big hands on either side of the
wall beside my head. Pinning me against his body. Full body
touching full body.
“What’s wrong short stack?” he whispers. I
can smell cigarettes and spearmint on his breath. Never thought I’d
find that hot. But, oh I do! He’s even hotter up close. I could
lick him if I wanted. I wonder what he tastes like. Stop thinking
that!
“Nothing.” I blurt out. I am lying. I know
and he knows it.
He rubs his pelvis against me in circles and
Wow! I can feel an erection in his shorts and it’s huge. Well I
would call it that. Not sure what seasoned women would say.
“What do you want Johnathan?” I ask. And
surprise myself that I actual sound halfway normal. Not horny or
dry mouthed at all. This is good!
“You know what I want.” He purrs, it sounds
so good to my ears.
If I
pick what you want to keep and what you don’t leave on the floor.”
Stacy says from the other side of the door. Talk about bad timing
and I sure as hell don’t want to be picking out panties in front of
the hottest rock star in the world. According to Rolling Stone and
People magazines. That is.
“Fine.” I hiss under my breath
frustrated.
Johnathan reaches over-the-top of the
dressing room wall and snatches the giant stack of undergarments
from Stacy. Holy shit! Could this be any weirder? Johnathan gives
me this look, it’s so naughty and seductive but sweet at the same
time. God he’s gorgeous. No wonder women drop their panties for him
all the time. And I am standing here letting him pick them out with
me. I am sure a lot of females would pay good money for this close
encounter. I’d just pay good money to get out of it.
One by one he hands me a pair by pair. And
one by one my face gets redder and redder. Talk about
humiliating.
“I’ve taken off a lot of women’s panties but
I’ve never bought a pair.” He winks at me.
I think I just came in my panties. Oh wait no
I didn’t but I’m wet as hell. Jesus this is so not good. I am
supposed to loathe this man. He is a womanizing dick wad. I’m not
supposed to want to fuck him in a dressing room of a Macy’s but do.
I inhale deeply to calm my nerves and wouldn’t ya know it I breathe
him in even more. Shit! It’s bad enough I get a whiff of his
delectable mind fucking panty dropping scent. But I am a stupid ass
and just inhaled a bunch of it. I’m on a serious Johnathan lead
singer of Stricken high. I’m in so much trouble.
My mouth is so dry. It feels like I drank a
bottle of sand.
“I guess there’s a first time for
everything.” I joke.
It’s not a good one but it’s all I’ve got. I
have to get out of this damn dressing room. I can’t take it
anymore. My clit is throbbing to be touched, my hands are clammy,
my mouth is dry, and my breasts ache to be played with. No man has
ever made me want him this bad before. Mr. Sex on a stick doesn’t
even have to try. It’s one damn glance with those beautiful green
eyes and I’m done for. What the hell is wrong with me?
Seriously.
“Stacy.” My voice cracks. “Stacy” I call
again swallowing hard, looking up into the giant’s big green eyes.
But Stacy’s nowhere to be found.
Johnathan’s been leaning against the wall the
entire time well as much as he can anyhow. But I can feel him
shifting. Any minute and I might just drop to my knees and take him
into my mouth. Oh god, I’ve never even wanted to do that before. I
am sick in this head. This is so wrong. This is what he wants. Did
he want this to happen? Of course he did. He’s a damn male whore
rock and roll singer. Duh Emily. Get a grip and suck it up. It’ll
be over soon.
I glance down and I can feel his eyes searing
through me. Oh no he’s shifting again. I look back up and he’s
inches from my face. My heart leaps into my throat. My arousal is
pooling in my panties. I pray that he can’t smell it. It’s sweet
and I know the smell and I can smell it. Oh god this can’t be
happening. He places both of his big hands on either side of the
wall beside my head. Pinning me against his body. Full body
touching full body.
“What’s wrong short stack?” he whispers. I
can smell cigarettes and spearmint on his breath. Never thought I’d
find that hot. But, oh I do! He’s even hotter up close. I could
lick him if I wanted. I wonder what he tastes like. Stop thinking
that!
“Nothing.” I blurt out. I am lying. I know
and he knows it.
He rubs his pelvis against me in circles and
Wow! I can feel an erection in his shorts and it’s huge. Well I
would call it that. Not sure what seasoned women would say.
“What do you want Johnathan?” I ask. And
surprise myself that I actual sound halfway normal. Not horny or
dry mouthed at all. This is good!
“You know what I want.” He purrs, it sounds
so good to my ears.
If I
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