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A Thrilling Encounter at the Grocery Store - part 2
‘You know,’ Remy says as he leans against a storefront window, ‘there are plenty of opportunities for us to have some fun here at the mall.’ He gestures around at the bustling crowd. ‘We could play a game of hide-and-seek, find a secluded corner, and see what happens.’ You smile coyly. ‘I’ve always been good at hiding,’ you say, your eyes sparkling with excitement. Remy chuckles and takes your hand, leading you through the throngs of people. As you walk, he leans in close to your ear and whispers, ‘I bet I can find you anywhere.’ You both weave in and out of shops, ducking behind clothing racks and dodging customers. Remy’s warm breath on your neck sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body as he stays close to you. Eventually, you find yourself in a quiet corner near a Christmas tree display. The trees are tall and dense, providing a perfect hiding spot. Remy pushes you gently against one of the trees and presses his body against yours. His hands roam over your hips and up your shirt, finding their way to your breasts. You let out a soft moan as he teases your nipples through your bra, his fingers dancing across your sensitive skin. ‘I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in the grocery store,’ Remy whispers in your ear. His breath is hot and heavy, sending waves of desire coursing through your body. You reach down and grasp the bulge in his pants, feeling his hardness throbbing beneath your touch. Remy groans and leans in to kiss you, his lips soft and insistent against yours. Your tongues dance together as your hands explore each other’s bodies. His fingers slip under your shirt, tracing the contours of your stomach before moving higher to unclasp your bra. As your bra falls away, Remy’s hands cup your breasts, massaging them gently. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it until you’re moaning with pleasure. You arch your back, pressing yourself closer to him as he continues to lavish attention on your breasts. Your fingers fumble with the buttons on Remy’s shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against yours. Once his shirt is open, you run your hands over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath your fingertips. You trace the lines of his tattoos, marveling at the intricate designs that adorn his body. Remy’s hands slide down to your waist, unbuttoning your pants and slowly lowering them to the floor. He steps back for a moment, taking in the sight of you in just your thong and bra. ‘Damn,’ he murmurs, his eyes roaming over your body. You blush under his gaze but feel empowered by his desire for you. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer to you. Remy kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. With a mischievous grin, he reaches down and slides your thong to the side, exposing your wetness to the cool air. He rubs his fingers over your swollen clit, causing you to gasp with pleasure. You wrap one leg around his waist, pulling him closer as he continues to tease you. Remy’s fingers slip inside you, and you moan loudly as he thrusts them in and out. He curls his fingers, hitting your G-spot with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You can feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly within you. As you’re on the brink of climax, Remy pulls his fingers out and steps back. ‘Not yet,’ he says with a wicked grin. ‘I want to taste you first.’ He drops to his knees in front of you and pulls your thong to the side, revealing your glistening wetness. Remy leans in and drags his tongue along your slit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. His tongue darts in and out of your entrance, lapping up your juices as you tremble with desire. He sucks on your clit, flicking it gently with his tongue before moving back to your entrance. You can’t hold back any longer. With a loud moan, you climax, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. Remy continues to lick and suck until your orgasm subsides, leaving you breathless and spent. As you catch your breath, Remy stands up and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he’s trying to taste himself within you. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, and you reach down to stroke him through his boxers. Remy groans and pushes your hand away. ‘Not yet,’ he says, his voice rough with desire. He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a condom. With shaking hands, he rips open the package and rolls it onto his throbbing cock. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses himself against your entrance. You gasp as he slides into you, filling you completely. He begins to move, thrusting in and out with long, slow strokes that send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As Remy’s pace quickens, you can feel your orgasm building once again. Your hands grasp his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he drives into you relentlessly. You cry out as your climax crashes over you, your body shuddering with pleasure. Remy grunts and thrusts deep inside you one last time before stilling, his entire body trembling as he reaches his own release. He leans his forehead against yours, both of you breathless and spent. After a moment, Remy pulls out of you and discards the condom in a nearby trash can. He helps you put your clothes back on, smiling at you with a mix of satisfaction and adoration. ‘That was incredible,’ he says, his voice still rough with desire. You smile back, feeling a sense of connection and intimacy that goes beyond the physical pleasure you just shared. ‘It really was,’ you say, your heart racing with excitement. Remy takes your hand and leads you out of the secluded corner, back into the bustling mall. As you walk together, you can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation for your next adventure – wherever it may lead.
‘You promise not to tell anyone?’ you ask. ‘No one needs to know, and afterwards, if you want to go and slut around, that’s fine, but at least the first time will be the right way.’
‘YN, I—’ Justin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. ‘I can’t do this with you. I appreciate it, but … we’re best friends. I don’t want to—’
You interrupt him by starting to unbutton your dress.
‘What are you doing?’ Justin asks.
‘I’m going to help you stop thinking of me as a friend,’ you reply.
You reach the last button just above your waist and open the dress to reveal you’re not wearing a bra.
‘Holy shit,’ he whispers at the sight of your bare breasts.
You’re not big on top, but your breasts are perky, perfectly round, and your pink nipples are erect and less than a foot from their face.
You let the dress drop to the floor.
Justin’s jaw falls with it.
You’re now standing in front of him in just a red thong.
Basically just some red string and a patch of lace between your thighs.
Speechless, his eyes roam up and down your body.
You’re breathing fast, your small breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Your stomach is smooth and flat, and your hips flare out just enough to give your slender figure a nice shape. Justin looks at your soft inner thighs and you can see the bulge of his cock grow in his pants.
‘Do you like them?’ you ask, cupping your breasts.
‘I—’
‘I know they’re not that big,’ you say, your thumbs caressing your nipples. ‘But they’re all yours.’
‘They’re …’ Justin swallows nervously. ‘They’re beautiful.’ Looking up at you, he says, ‘You’re beautiful.’
‘Really?’ To your surprise, you blush. ‘You think so?’
‘Yes.’ his fingers trembling, he reaches out and places his hands on your hips. ‘Damn, you look good.’