Hi readers, I am Krittika. Thank you, everyone, for the tremendous support and lots of feedback. You can read my previous stories here. This story is the continuation of previous stories. It is the story of Aman, who had fun with a girl from his past (a childhood friend) a long time ago.
Now I am narrating the story on behalf of Aman (the man of my life).
I usually hate shopping as I feel guilty paying full MRP for a dress. Also, standing around holding bags while a woman looks at 10 different shades of the same colour is not my idea of fun. But with Smita, it is different.
We were in a mall on a weekday. Closing time was approaching, and the crowd was lessening inside the outlet. Smita wanted a dress for a wedding party next week.
Smita (holding up a dress): What about this one?
Aman: Too many clothes.
Smita: You want me naked everywhere. I am going to try them on. Wait here. Also, stop scanning other girls.
She disappeared behind the thick, dark velvet curtain of the trial room section. I stood there leaning against the wall, scanning my phone. 5 minutes later, I got a text from Smita that Zipper is stuck, come inside.
I looked around for a staff member to help. As closing time was approaching, the staff was busy sorting things. So I decided to help.
Aman: (outside the trial room) Smita?
Smita: Come inside quickly!
I slipped inside the trial room. It was, of course, a small room with mirrors on 3 side. She was wearing the red dress. But the zip was wide open, exposing her smooth, bare back and the clasp of the red bra. The dress hung loose on her shoulders.
Aman: The zip is fine. You lied.
She turned around to face me. The front of the dress dipped low.
Smita: I wanted you in here! How does it look?
Saying this, she stepped closer. There was hardly any gap between us.
Aman: It looks like it needs to come off!
Smita: Not yet! I need an opinion on the fit!
She turned around and ordered me to zip her up. I moved behind her, and my chest was pressing against her back. I didn’t reach for the zipper. I put my hands on her waist and slid them down over the silk, feeling the curve of her hips.
Aman: It fits perfectly.
I moved my hands lower, grabbing her ass through the dress, and squeezed them hard. Smita gasped, her eyes locking with mine in the mirror.
Smita: Aman, people are right outside.
Aman: Still, you wanted me here. No?
I kissed her bare shoulder and bit her skin lightly. She shivered.
Smita: They will hear us!
Aman: Then we’d better be quiet.
I reached around her and cupped her boobs in my hands. My thumbs brushed over her nipples. They were already hard.
Aman: You are not wearing this to the party.
Smita: Why?
Aman: If you wear this, I will tear it off you before we even leave the house.
Smita (laughed in a low voice): Do it now. Take me right there.
I dropped to my knees. I reached under the hem of the red dress, and finally, my hands found her inner thighs. I pushed the dress to her waist. She was not wearing panties. I looked up at her. Her face was flushed, and she said: I took them off with the last dress.
Aman: You bad girl!
Saying this, I buried my face between her thighs. She slammed her hand over her mouth to stop a scream. Her other hand grabbed the back of my head, pushing me deeper. I kissed 1st and then started using my tongue.
Smita: Oh god…. Yes… Please do it faster, faster, faster, Aman.
My tongue flicked against her G-spot. My hands grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading her open. She was shaking, and her legs were trembling. I freed one hand and inserted a finger inside her pussy while licking and biting her pussy. She was in extreme pleasure.
In a minute or so, she pushed me and ordered me to stand up.
Smita: I need your dick inside me now.
Aman: Here? People are outside.
Smita: Let them be. You started this, and you will finish this, too.
I stood up, and I was hard already (painfully hard inside the jeans). She unzipped my jeans and slid them and the underwear in one go. My dick sprang out and hit her hands. She grabbed my dick with both her hands and gave 6-7 strokes and asked me to put it inside her.
I grabbed her waist and spun her around so she was facing the mirror again. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see us both. She put her hands on the mirror and bent forward, arching her back. Her ass was bare and inviting.
I stepped in, closed, and lined myself up. I thrust my dick into her pussy hard. It was wet and smooth. I slid all the way in. Smita’s head fell forward and rested against the cold mirror. She let out a sharp moan.
Aman: Quiet
Smita: I can’t…… You are too big.
I pulled back and drove in again. This time harder and deeper.
Thud
Her body hit the mirror.
Aman: Careful, don’t break the glass.
Smita: Shut up and fuck me harder.
I grab her hip and set the pace fast and brutal. We watched ourselves in the mirror. It was quite erotic. Seeing her body jerking off with every stroke, seeing the boobs jumping, seeing the raw pleasure.
Aman: (Near her ear) Look at you. Taking the dick in a trial room like a slut.
Smita: I am your slut. Yes…. Yes, right there!
I hit her spot. She started grinding back against me. Suddenly, I heard footsteps, and someone laughed. A child shouted. We froze for a second. Smita looked at me in the mirror, her eyes wide open with fear and excitement.
Smita: Don’t stop you, bastard. Keep fucking.
I didn’t stop. But moved my dick inside her pussy slower but deeper. This danger made it 10 times more intense. The thought of the salesgirl pulling back that curtain. Smita was getting close. I could feel her tightening pussy around my dick.
Smita: Aman…I am about to cum!
I reached around and touched the clit while I thrust. That pushed her over the edge. She stiffened. Her body clamped down on my dick. I watched her face in the mirror as she unravelled. It was beautiful. I also could not last longer.
The sight of her, the tightness, and the danger. I drove my dick inside her 3 more times, hard and fast. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, and emptied myself deep inside her pussy.
We stood there, locked together (dick inside her pussy) to catch our breath without making any sound. I pulled it out, and Smita turned around. Her hair was a mess. She looked thoroughly fucked. She pulled the dress down, smoothed her hair, and checked the makeup in the mirror.
Smita: How do I look?
Aman: Like you had the best sex of your life.
Smita (grinned): Of course, I did.
I unlocked the door and peeked out. The area was clear. I slipped out 1st and walked to the men’s section pretending to look for a shirt. 2-3 minutes later, Smita got out and acted as if nothing had happened.
Smita: Ready to go?
Aman: Yes, I am hungry.
Smita (winked): Me too.
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