Shawn hated shopping. He thought it was pointless. Juliet didn't need more clothes, she already looked beautiful no matter what she wore. But because he loved her, boy did he love her, he agreed to go with on one of her shopping escapades.
They were currently at a store called Le Boutique, a shop some French woman ran. It was located on a stretch of road that had a bunch of little shops, right near the beach.
He was sitting in a relatively comfortable chair, while Juliet had wandered off to look for clothes.
The french woman who he presumed to be around forty, and who owned the store, kept glancing over at him, and smiling in a creepy manner.
Oh God Jules, please hurry up.
Moments later, Juliet returned carrying a few outfits over her arm.
"Shawn, look at this dress," she announced, holding up a short black dress.
He glanced at it quickly. "It's nice."
Jules laughed. "You didn't even look," she said as she ventured into the fitting rooms.
"Yeah, I did," he disagreed.
She snickered once more.
After a minute, she reemerged wearing the short black dress.
"What do you think," he heard her voice say.
His eyes darted towards her, and his jaw dropped.
She looked gorgeous. The dress hugged each and every beautiful curve on her body, showing off her long, athletic legs. It went to just above her knees, the dress had to thin spaghetti straps that went over her shoulders, with sparkly beads that wrapped around the waist.
He was at a loss for words.
"Uh, you look, um..." Shawn trailed off as he felt a tightening sensation in his loins.
She giggled. "I don't think it looks that good." Juliet turned to head back into the dressing room. He highly disagreed.
Shawn shot a quick glance at the shopkeeper, who was still watching him curiously.
"I, uh, I'm just gonna, just gonna go help her," he mumbled as he shot up from his chair.
The middle aged woman sitting at the register laughed quietly, knowing just what this man's schemes were.
Shawn rushed into the fitting room, where he found Jules stripping the dress off her body.
He quickly grabbed her body and shoved her against the wall.
"Shawn?" she wondered. "What are you doing?"
He didn't have time to respond as he attacked her mouth with his, and her arms automatically went around his neck.
"Just, shh," he murmured between kisses.
"Shawn," Juliet hissed. "We can't do this here!"
Shawn didn't really care. As long as they were quick and quiet, they would be good.
"I don't care," he purred.
She sighed with pleasure. Her temptations taking over. "Whatever."
She deftly undid the belt buckle of his jeans, and shoved his pants down to his ankles.
Juliet gazed into her lovers eyes, dark with anticipation.
Shawn immediately ripped her panties aside and forced a finger into her warm, tight center.
Juliet mewled in response.
While he was engaging in his own actions, she pulled his boxers down to meet his pants, and grasped his member in her small hand.
It took everything he had to not moan in response.
"Oh, Juliet." She pressed her mouth to his to keep him quiet, their tongues dancing together.
"Hurry," she whispered.
Shawn removed his fingers, moved her panties to the side, and swiftly entered her.
The both grunted at the feeling of being one.
He lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, giving him more access to her warmth.
He thrust multiple times, staring into her lust filled eyes. Shawn pulled out, and then deftly rammed back into her.
Soon enough, they were both over the edge.
When they had finished their "exercise", they quickly threw their clothes back on and exited the small store as fast as possible.
They couldn't help but notice the shopkeepers humorous stares as they left.