into the smooth
surface of the cubicle door, but there was no purchase. She moved away from his attentions, unable to bear anymore,
her thighs squeezing together of their own accord.
'Andy!' she gasped.
Andy gave her a last, lingering kiss, then stood up
behind her. She heard him unfastening his belt and jeans.
Tanya was shaking, her body still trying to cope
with the endorphins flooding through her system. She couldn't
focus; she couldn't think. All she knew was that that was one of the most intense and insane orgasms she
had ever experienced.
Andy put his arms round her waist,
hugging her. She was very aware of his erection, jammed vertically
against her butt. He kissed the side of her face, whispering to her
as he did.
'Now that your cunt is nice and wet for
me, I'm going to nail you right here in this fitting room. You'll
have to walk out of this shop with my cum dripping out of you.'
To hear him talking like this was
driving her wild. She knew Andy as a nice guy, a decent guy,
definitely not the sort to cheat on his girlfriend or have an
affair with a married woman. Everything that was happening between
them was showing her there were other sides to his personality:
fascinating ones, too. But she had never, ever heard him talk like
this. She loved it.
There was a noise outside their
cubicle. A moment later, she realised it was the sound of someone
else coming into the fitting rooms. She froze, almost not daring to
breathe. She could tell Andy was listening, too. They just stood
there, waiting to find out if they had been caught on some internal
security system and were about to be confronted by the shop
manager. What a mortifying experience that would be! But then a
cubicle door closed and the lock snapped into place. Tanya sagged
with relief, only then realising how she had been raised up on
tenterhooks. She heard a voice carrying strongly from outside of
the fitting rooms. It was a voice she recognised.
'I found the blue one in your size as
well, Miriam.'
'I'll try it in a minute,' a woman
answered from within the fitting room.
Tanya felt like giggling. Professor
Kane was here with his wife. And his wife was trying on clothes in
a cubicle just a few feet away from where Tanya's secret lover was
holding her from behind, wriggling his stiff cock against her
buttocks.
'Now you're going to have to
be really quiet,' Andy whispered wickedly. 'I'm going to fuck you in
here and your boss is standing just out there.'
Tanya went very still. It was sometimes
almost scary how well Andy could read her moods and understand what
she wanted. His lips met her neck, warm and sensuous, incongruously
gentle in light of what he had just said. The contrast was
thrilling, though: the situation was unpredictable and
intoxicating.
Andy slid his cock up and down the
valley between her tight buttocks, then moved away slightly. Tanya
felt it nudging between her legs, the length of it poised along her
swollen vulva. Andy's hands were on her hips, steering her to rock
slightly, back and forth, side to side. Knowing that Miriam Kane
was just in the next cubicle, and that her husband was right
outside the changing area, Tanya bit her lip to keep quiet,
tortured by the feel of Andy's shaft against her most intimate
parts. He eased her thighs apart a little and positioned himself
right at the mouth of her vagina, where he paused for a long, tense
moment.
Tanya grabbed hold of one of his
hands and squeezed it hard, communicating her desperate desire to
him. It was what he had been waiting for. With a long, powerful
thrust, he sheathed himself in her, all the way to the hilt. She
gasped at the shock of entry, practically climaxing again in the
single movement. Andy began sliding in and out of her, holding her
waist with his big, powerful hands. His erection felt immense
inside her, achingly hard. So
strong , she kept thinking, amazed by the
power in his hands and in his long strokes. He had never been like
this with her before. She wondered