It seems like weeks since we have seen each other.

In reality, it has only been four days. You left Monday morning on a business trip. It is now Friday and your plane is due to arrive but I have to work and can't pick you up.

You called my cellular phone and asked me to meet you at the International Plaza during lunchtime. You'll take a cab there from the airport and you need to do some shopping. I arrive at the south entrance to the mall and call your phone, asking where we should meet. "I'm trying on some jeans at Eddie Bauer, " you tell me. "Why don't you come on over here and tell me how these fit?" I've never been to this mall, so I enter and find a directory. Good, on the first floor, in the Lord & Taylor wing.

I look up at the nearest anchor store.

My luck! It's L & T and I proceed to Eddie Bauer.

The store is pretty crowded and I look and look for you. A saleswoman approaches and asks if she may help me. I tell her I am looking for my friend, a tall good-looking man, brown hair, dazzling smile, eyes that see into your soul and a pretty nice soft place.

She laughs and says she showed him to a dressing room with several pairs of jeans.

"That's him, " I chuckle. "He wants my opinion on which ones fit the best." I follow her to the back of the store, which is lined with dressing rooms along one wall. "Don't worry, these are unisex dressing rooms." Indeed, they are fully walled rooms, but a full door, which locks from the inside. She knocks softly on last door. A familiar voice calls out, "Darling, is that you?" "Yes, I made it.

Let me see how those jeans fit." I thank the saleswoman, and she leaves to soft placeist other customers.

Slowly the door opens, just slightly, and all I see is your finger beckoning me in. "I just took off a pair, I didn't like that grunge look, " you say. I follow your beckon and enter the dressing room, looking around at the rails along the mirrored walls. "Did she think you were handicapped?" Just then I notice that you are wearing only your briefs and are preparing to try on another pair of jeans.

"Wait a minute, handsome.

I've missed you SOOOOOOO much!" We embrace, and hold each other for a moment, relishing the feeling of our bodies pressed against each other. I feel the warmth from your body as I hold you to my bosom. For several minutes, we hold each other and feel our bodies melding together, joyful that this never feels "old.

" I begin to slide my fingers along the back of your neck as you run your hands up and down my back. You slide your hands down to my butt and push me against you, and I know that something has awakened. I lean my head back and look up at you.

"Not here, hon..

" You grab me and kiss me tenderly, uttering under your breath, "Why not?" We begin to kiss more passionately. "The store is so crowded, that saleswoman won't be back here to check on us.

" I drop my hands to your hips and feel you pressing against me.

I drop to my knees and look up at you.

"Yes, why not darling?" You take a step back and lean against the wall, gripping the rail, as I slip my fingers into the waistband of your briefs and tug them down, your length being strained as the elastic catches on the head of your length and pulls it down, then it springs back up as your briefs drop to the floor.

We both turn our heads and look at ourselves in the mirror. Mmmmm, I mutter as I caress your length between the palms of my hands.

"I've missed you so much!" Then looking up at you, "Oh, you too, darling!" Seeing ourselves in the mirror ignites our passion, somewhat voyeur and somewhat performer. I reach out with my tongue and flick it across your head.

I can see my actions, and your reactions in the mirror. I toy your shaft from the head all the way down to your balls. "Mmmm, you shaved for me this morning, didn't you darling?" Outlining your balls with the tip of my tongue while my fingers slide lightly up and down your length.

I run my finger across your slit and feel your precum. I spread it over your head and down to your ridge, then toy back up your shaft, looking at myself in the mirror, hardly believing I am doing this. But part of me wants to perform, just as the actors do in adult films.

Part of me delights in seeing your face, the ecstasy painted on it, as I lower my lips onto your head and take you into my mouth. Just as my mouth slides all the way down your length, you put your hands on my head and pull me off. Pouting, I look up at you.

Breathlessly, you say "I'm so hungry for a taste of you." You pull me up to a standing position and lead me to the other side of the small dressing room, where a bench has been built. You have me lean back against the wall and lift my skirt. "Mmmmmm, my darling.

I can always count on you to be prepared.

" Indeed, I have a sheer thong and lace top thigh highs underneath my business suit and high heels. You take one leg and lift it, placing my foot on the bench, then drop to your knees in front of me.

I am watching you and watching myself in the mirror. Mmmmm, what a sexy look! I know I am already wet, so wet. I can see the spot on the crotch of my thong as you approach it with your head. You press my mouth directly on that wet spot.ahhhhhhhhh.

surprising me and causing me to moan.

"Shhhhh darling, " you say.

I feel your warm breath as you pull your head back. Nodding, I smile down at you and place my hands gently on your head, guiding you back to my heaven. You press your whole mouth against me again, and then suck in the fabric of my thong, tasting my day on it and the juices, which have been building for the last several minutes. I feel your tongue running up through my lips and pressing against my personal placeoris. Oh, how I want to feel that directly! But this is so eroticI watch you bite my thong, pulling the fabric away and leaving nothing between your tongue and my shaved lips. "You shaved for me too, darling." I look down and nod, and then glance in the mirror at the look of anticipation on my face, watching your warm, silky tongue moving closer.closer.until you touch my lips with it. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a moan and then watch as you lap up my juices. Your hands finally pull my thong down, yet your tongue leaves my personal place for only a millisecond and then returns just in time for me to climax, flooding you with warm juices and making us both want more. You stand up and kiss me. Mmmmmm, I taste myself on you.

You place your hands on my hips and guide me to turn 45 degrees, to face a fully mirrored wall with a handrail. You have me stand about 18 inches away from it and instruct me to grab the rail. Then, with my skirt hiked up around my waist, I glance at the mirror at you moving behind me, length in hand to guide it into my wet softness. You press against my lips.

"Look up, you saylook in the mirror.

" Which mirror? The one to the side shows your lengthhead poised to press against my lips. The mirror behind you shows me bent over, soft place raised and shaven lips swollen and puffy, ready to welcome you.

I am overcome with visual stimulation as you enter me easily that I begin to contract my muscles around your length. Dangerous, daring sex in a semi-public place adds to the eroticism.

You press deep inside me, then begin to slide in and out. We are both looking in the mirrors around us, into each others' eyes and then to sight of our lovemaking. You increase the pace, I rock back against you, holding the rail and pulling myself toward it and then backthe risk making the excitement all that much better. We muffle our cries as we climax at the same time, and then you bend over and whisper in my ear, "I love shopping for jeans with you.

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