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El Hero Grande, Chapter 2
Irma's hand lingered on my crotch as I bent down to take a slow, deep kiss, supping from her and drawing her close openly groping her ass as we embraced in the mall just outside the salon. I took my time, enjoying her taste and feel, running my tongue across Irma's swollen lips.
Irma pulled back, panting for air, "Come on."
I thought we were leaving but she headed deeper into the mall, definitely not what I was in the mood for doing and I'm sure my face showed how I felt. Irma ignored my sour look continuing on, finally towing me to towards Victoria Secrets and I couldn't help the huge grin that overtook my face.
As we walked into the store, Irma said to me over her shoulder with a smirk, "I need more panties, again. I keep buying them but someone won't let me keep them."
Guilty as charged, I'd developed a talent for ripping them off her every time I got her alone at school. It's hot knowing she's bare assed all day. At first I just pulled them off from under her skirts during sex in the library but she'd swipe them back and put them on. After a while, I just would hook my fingers in the sides and pull, ripping them off so she couldn't put them back on. Now I'm so good at it I can yank them off her in jeans too. Damn, she's got a nice ass.
I watched her ass switch before me, enjoying the way her jeans rode low on her hips. I knew she had a thong on under there, I thought back to when we got dressed this morning, watching her slid into wispy panties, seeing the string slide between her cheeks.
I edged up behind her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close, nuzzling her neck. I slid my thumbs down the sides of her jeans as I whispered in her ear, "Don't forget to replace these."
"No, no, no! Caleb don't!" Irma pleaded careful to keep her voice to a whisper as to not draw attention to us. She moved her hands over mine in a small attempt to convince me to have mercy on the lace and cloth.
I love this game, Irma wiggled her ass against me trying to elude my grasp, but with a flick of each thumb, her panties officially became a piece of scrap. Too late to stop what she knew was coming, Irma leaned back onto my chest as I slide my arms back around her waist, nibbling on her neck slowly moving my hand down the front of her jeans. The best thing about taking a thong from this way is pulling it off her, letting it drag through her wet snatch. And Irma's always wet.
We stood in front of a rack of tanks, obviously not shopping as I let my fingers drift under the remains of her panties, across the smooth skin of her mound. Hmmm, this waxing thing has definite perks...My fingers slid easily to her slit, warm and wet, just the way I like it. I rub a few soft circles on her clit, then brought my hand back up and out of her jeans, bringing the lace strip with me.
A small moan escaped from Irma's mouth as the material eased between her legs and I discretely slid the moist cloth into my pocket. Teasing her, I said, "Two more days and schools out...when I get you to Meridian...I'll do more than take your panties...there will be no clothes allowed...just you and me fucking non-stop for three whole months."
I stole a quick kiss as an employee became brave enough to approach us. "May I help you? Something for your mothers perhaps?"
I felt Irma tense in my arms, we'd both picked up on the snide tone of displeasure, but it was confirmed as we turned to look at the owner of the voice. The woman standing to our left was ultra blonde with straight limp hair, and way too much eye makeup and bright lips, she wore a tight leopard print skirt and a lavender wrap blouse – can you say trying too hard? She tapped the toe of her matching leopard print stilettos to add to her 'I'm too busy for teens' look.
"Yes, can you show me the latest pantie line in size six?" Irma replied, keeping her temper in check.
Blondie looked us up and down,then walked away with a huff, to return with three pairs of undies from the clearance area. "Here I'm sure these will do just fine. Just take them to the counter to pay so that you and your boyfriend can leave, we don't allow kids to makeout here, this is a place of business."
Irma turned to the overly groomed woman, flashing a smile while calmly running her hand through her hair, her left hand that is... the one with the huge two carat diamond engagement ring and the matching four stone platinum wedding band. I for my part pulled out my wallet, making sure to flash my matching band as I flipped it open and pulled out a hundred dollar bill from amongst many brothers.
Blondie's eyes lit up and her whole demeanor changed. All at once she broke into a big cheesy smile, as she tried to back pedal, "Unless you think you need something else, just let me know."
"Actually, I had planned on spending at least five hundred dollars today. You do work on commission don't you?" Irma asked.
"Why yes, I do," the hag's eyes flashed with dollar signs.
"Good, we'll need a private dressing area and someone other than you to help us." Irma stated with a perfectly steely voice.
"Oh, yeah, before you go, tell your manager I need to speak with them right now." I added, "They really need to know how you treat paying customers."
The woman's face twisted instantly into a dark mask as she realized her greedy goals had been foiled by her own harsh actions.
Ten minutes later, I was seated in back on a fancy settee sofa just out side of the changing room as Irma tried on the first of her finds. I had slipped the manager a hundred dollars for privacy and they and quickly blocked off the entrance after placing piles of panties, tanks and bras on the surrounding couches for Irma to pick and try on.
Out came Irma, sashaying her hips swathed in ice blue lace and a small silk triangle over her crotch. Her breast were captured by a demi-bra of the same color and materials, stopping just above her nipples, pushing the mounds up and out, jiggling with each step. She walked directly in front of me and took a slow spin allowing me to see how the boy cut panties flattered her hips and ass, molding close letting just the apples of her ass peak out.
"You like?" Irma asked as she completed the turn.
"I like a lot." I answered still drinking in the sight of her and feeling my dick begin to harden.
"Well, I don't know," Irma teased, "stepping closer moving her crotch close to my face. "Are you sure you like the way they fit?" she asked as she pulled them up tight against her pussy, making the shape of each lip evident.
I pulled her to me, burying my face in her crotch, breathing deep her womanly smell. The material was sort and smooth, I could feel her warmth through it as I rubbed my chin along her slit. Irma stepped forward pushing me back against the sofa, straddling me, her knees on the sofa as I began to kiss along her thigh and back up to her pussy. I hooked my thumbs in the side of the garment, ready to rip them from her body, when Irma placed a hand under my chin lifting my gaze to hers, "Uh, Uh, Uh," she admonished shaking her finger at me.
I relented and slid them down off her butt, peeling them away from her wet pussy, a thin shin of moisture showed on the inside of the panties as I moved in for my treat, knowing where more of her juice could be found.
I lapped hungrily at her, wedging my chin between her legs as I worked my tongue up and into her hot tunnel. With each breath, her scent filled my nose and my need. Irma moaned weakly above me. I moved two fingers to her button and began stroking. Her hips quivered against my face as I greedily slurped at her. She dug her nails into my shoulder as her pussy grabbed at my tongue, her orgasm beginning to build. Then with spasm after spasm, her hips jerked and I was flooded with my favorite flavor.
"Mmm," I hummed into her core as her juice feel freely from her into my waiting mouth. Irma writhed against my face, smearing thoroughly with her cum and all I could think was 'she so sweet, tastes so good.'
Irma's swirling and humping into my mouth slowed and she slowly slid down my chest and sat on my lap placing a slow wet kiss to my lips.
"Okay, I'll definitely get a couple of pairs of that style." I could only nod as I tried to catch my breath.
Irma stood slowly, stripped out of the wet panties and walked back to the changing room. I sat there holding the wet panties, running my fingers across the material, eager to see what would be next.
Over the wall she called out, this time I chose your favorite color. I looked up to see the door pull back to reveal Irma in a deep pink pantie with bows at the side, no bra – just bare bouncing tits as she sauntered out.
"Damn." Sometimes there's just no words for a thing of true beauty.
This time there was no sexy walk, no slow spin...Irma walked straight to me dropped to her knees and began releasing my cock. As she slid me free, she ran her tongue across the head, taking the pre-cum that oozed out. Then she shifted up to kiss me and nibble on my lip as her hands jacked me off.
"You chose fuck or suck?" Irma mouthed against my lips.
Was there really any choice, the thought of Irma servicing me on her knees in the store made my balls ache and my cock jump in her hands, "Suck me."
Irma attacked my dick with gusto, sucking and nibbling as the pre-cum continued to flow and the pressure built in my balls. If she kept going at me like that it would be over quick, there was no way I could last with that kind of torture. Seeing me teeter on the edge, Irma backed off, only slightly. Switching to licking me like a lollipop, all the while her fingers teased circles on my slit. In our time together, she'd never made me just leak continuously like she did now. My dick felt hard enough to pound steel and I just wanted the feelings to last, 'Damn, heaven couldn't be better than this'.
Irma stopped licking my rod and balls, moving to kiss my thigh, I felt let down as the kiss to my thigh did nothing to ease the ache in my dick and balls. Then she began to nip on my inner thigh each time a little harder, all the while stroking me with one hand. On the third nip, I began to shoot, the feel of her teeth making it impossible to hold back any longer.
Irma looked up at me and smiled as cum flew up and landed on my shirt. She pulled my quaking dick into her mouth and began sucking at my flow. She placed her hands on my thighs, the only thing touching my dick was her mouth as she rocked back and forth with each shot, swallowing most of my load and letting only a few drops drip down my shaft.
The sight of her between my legs with my dick in her mouth made my balls squeeze until I thought they'd burst. Even though I shot load after load, Irma took it all until my orgasm died out.
"Oh man, you're getting good at that aren't you?" I told her as my defeated dick popped from her mouth and fell over on my leg.
Irma swallowed one last time then smacked her lips and responded, "Practice makes perfect and I'm highly motivated to practice."
"Hurry and get dressed," I told her for the second time today.
Irma was wrong, she didn't spend five hundred dollars in Victoria's Secret, nine hundred fifty is more like it, when you count what I paid to have it all delivered at home. It was my turn to drag her around the mall and I had a plan in mind – the perfect payback for Irma.
By the North entrance to the mall, there's a picture booth kiosk. It sort of corny, mostly the junior high kids us it to take their buddy pics. I ushered Irma in and fed the machine money, then followed her in drawing the curtain.
Irma grinned, "This is cute, you want to take a picture...aww!"
Grabbing her waistband, I unzipped and lowered her pants quickly, as I said hotly in her ear, "Yeah a pictures of me fucking you."
I pressed her to the glass and lowered my own jeans, quickly positioning my rod to her entrance as the screen flashed a count down, 3, 2, 1. I slid in, making her gasp as the first flash went off. I pulled out and surged back in, this time also tweaking her right nipple with my left hand as I held her pinned against th cabinet wall. Again the screen flashed a count down, 3, 2, 1 – I pistoned into her with hard thrusts on each number, feeling her pussy spasm around my dick as she closed her eyes and moaned.
"Oh yeah babe, you can't scream, you have to take it quietly." I whispered as my right hand held onto her hip and I pound into her, slamming my groin against her ass. Each time I filled her pussy, I felt my dick pound her womb and it spasmed, though not an orgasm yet.
"Wow you pussy is so hot, you're gonna cum hard aren't you?"
At my words, Irma moaned again and lifted her hips, giving me better access and pressing her tits further against the glass just as the final count down finished and flashed. "Oh gawd, make me cum." Irma begged.
I spun us around, having Irma facing the tiny bench, "Hold on," I told her, guiding her hands to the seat, as I slid back and began a sawing motion into her canal that was hard and deep. Bent over, Irma's knees buckled with each thrust. I could look between us on the out stroke and see my dick covered with her juice and each time it fulled my return thrust.
Irma's pussy is always wet and very tight. She's takes a good pounding from me and comes like a fountain. I was anticipating the internal explosion that would grab my dick and suck it dry and Irma did not disappoint. Her orgasm hit and her pussy became tighter yet, making it had to slam into her, I had to move slower against the pull of her pussy. I bent over her back, capturing her ear between my lips, gently busing it with my lips, breathing hotly on her neck as my own orgasm joined hers.
It was a slow sensual cum that we shared. I rode her deep, feeling every twitch inside her as she caressed my dick and our mixed juices ran warm down my dick, balls and the inside of her thighs. For each stroke I gave Irma met me, pushing back onto my dick, making sure each was was balls deep. I wrapped one arm around her waist and again dropped one hand down to finger her pussy, aiding her in finding her maximum satisfaction. With my face nestled at her neck, I watched her bit her lip and hold back the screams that begged to be loosed. With each stroke her stomach quivered and her legs became less able to hold her up. By the time the waves of pleasure washed away, I was supporting both of us and Irma was meekly moaning in my embrace as I rocked my rod inside her sheath.
We stayed in each others arms as strong aftershocks rippled through her body, her pussy twisting chaotically against me with a mind of its own. When her body finally eased, I pulled out of her and helped her sit on the bench to fix her clothes and find her legs again.
As I refastened my jeans, Irma out of breath and flushed, looked at me with solemn eyes ands said, "I...I...I didn't know you could do that to me."
It took that compliment with a smile as we exited the booth and grabbed our pictures. A strip of four shoots....four? I quickly scanned the strip seeing the first three were of Irma pressed to the glass in various stages of pleasure and the fourth, Irma bent over with me at her back our hips pressed together. I smiled again and passed the pictures to Irma and she proclaimed them keepers.
We walked back into the mall and headed for the East entrance where we parked. Seated on a bench near the kiosk booth two security guards flashed us thumbs up and big smiles.
Okay, I'm still going to do the toy scene(s) but felt I couldn't miss the opportunity for some action in the mall. But I'll take suggestions and requests too.
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