once, his hands were under her shirt, unhooking her bra. He clutched her waist, moving his grasp up slowly until they were firmly on her breasts. Gracefully, he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Chloe shivered for a moment as the cool air hit her back – or was his hands were slowly making their way down to her waist? – and, without the grace that Aidan had shown, reached behind him and feverishly began to undo the zipper she had just finished zipping up. In seconds, the shirt was over his head.
She looked down at his shorts, and the outline of the throbbing cock within them. She traced her hand lightly down his chest and stomach until it was resting on his crotch. He trembled excitedly. "You know, now that I look at these," she mused, "I don't think they flatter you at all."
He grinned. "By all means, take them back."
She slid her fingers underneath the waistband and pulled the shorts down, until his cock finally sprang free. She grasped it firmly in her hand and slowly began stroking it. Aidan closed his eyes, his breath growing short.
When he opened his eyes again a moment later, he grabbed zealously at the zipper to her jeans and swiftly pulled them off of her. Her panties were next, and then their two naked bodies were pressed together in eager anticipation. She wanted to beg him to enter her, to fuck her madly, but she couldn't find her voice. All she could focus on was his body so near to hers. A moment later, though, Aidan pushed her against the wall and lifted one leg over his arm, positioning himself to disappear inside her.
He thrust himself inside her deeply. He rocked himself into her, slowly at first, then building up speed. She clutched him to her, moving with his rhythms, almost unable to bear the bliss of his hot cock within her at last. Over his shoulder, she could see the mirror, and the image of him driving his hips forward, moving himself into her waiting body again and again. She thrust her own hips forward as much as she could, taking in as much of him as was possible.
Chloe reached down and clutched his butt with both of her hands, pulling him in closer with each thrust. Then, suddenly, Aidan put his arms around her and picked her up. Still inside of her, he carried her over to the one chair that was in the dressing room area and sat her down on it.
"Turn around," he instructed eagerly, breathless.
Letting him withdraw for the briefest of moments, Chloe turned herself around so that she was bent over the chair. She waited zealously for him, impatient to have him driving into her again, when all of a sudden she felt him enter her from behind. He didn't begin slowly this time – this time, he pushed into her with passionate force, fucking her with such intensity that she could not keep a loud moan from escaping her. She pushed herself as far backwards as she could, trying to press herself against his body.
Then, after one impossibly deep thrust, he paused inside of her as he came. At almost the same moment, Chloe felt her own body shake with the fervor of her climax. Together they shook, their bodies one, in a final moment of intimate passion.
Afterwards, they rested in each other's arms, breathing heavily. She stroked his back and he kissed her hair for countless minutes, and Chloe nearly forgot that she was at work, performing a forbidden act of desire. Nearly forgot – until, that is, they heard the back door slam.
Aidan looked at her in alarm. "Someone's in the store?"
Chloe's eyes grew wide. "My manager. She's back from her lunch break."
At once, the two of them jumped up and grabbed their clothes, disappearing into a dressing room. They dressed themselves as quickly as they could, and Chloe did her best to smooth her hair out and remove the heat from her face. As soon as she felt she looked decent enough, she hurried out of the dressing room.
She began to round the corner, and almost ran into her manager.
"Sorry!" Chloe exclaimed, doing her best
She looked down at his shorts, and the outline of the throbbing cock within them. She traced her hand lightly down his chest and stomach until it was resting on his crotch. He trembled excitedly. "You know, now that I look at these," she mused, "I don't think they flatter you at all."
He grinned. "By all means, take them back."
She slid her fingers underneath the waistband and pulled the shorts down, until his cock finally sprang free. She grasped it firmly in her hand and slowly began stroking it. Aidan closed his eyes, his breath growing short.
When he opened his eyes again a moment later, he grabbed zealously at the zipper to her jeans and swiftly pulled them off of her. Her panties were next, and then their two naked bodies were pressed together in eager anticipation. She wanted to beg him to enter her, to fuck her madly, but she couldn't find her voice. All she could focus on was his body so near to hers. A moment later, though, Aidan pushed her against the wall and lifted one leg over his arm, positioning himself to disappear inside her.
He thrust himself inside her deeply. He rocked himself into her, slowly at first, then building up speed. She clutched him to her, moving with his rhythms, almost unable to bear the bliss of his hot cock within her at last. Over his shoulder, she could see the mirror, and the image of him driving his hips forward, moving himself into her waiting body again and again. She thrust her own hips forward as much as she could, taking in as much of him as was possible.
Chloe reached down and clutched his butt with both of her hands, pulling him in closer with each thrust. Then, suddenly, Aidan put his arms around her and picked her up. Still inside of her, he carried her over to the one chair that was in the dressing room area and sat her down on it.
"Turn around," he instructed eagerly, breathless.
Letting him withdraw for the briefest of moments, Chloe turned herself around so that she was bent over the chair. She waited zealously for him, impatient to have him driving into her again, when all of a sudden she felt him enter her from behind. He didn't begin slowly this time – this time, he pushed into her with passionate force, fucking her with such intensity that she could not keep a loud moan from escaping her. She pushed herself as far backwards as she could, trying to press herself against his body.
Then, after one impossibly deep thrust, he paused inside of her as he came. At almost the same moment, Chloe felt her own body shake with the fervor of her climax. Together they shook, their bodies one, in a final moment of intimate passion.
Afterwards, they rested in each other's arms, breathing heavily. She stroked his back and he kissed her hair for countless minutes, and Chloe nearly forgot that she was at work, performing a forbidden act of desire. Nearly forgot – until, that is, they heard the back door slam.
Aidan looked at her in alarm. "Someone's in the store?"
Chloe's eyes grew wide. "My manager. She's back from her lunch break."
At once, the two of them jumped up and grabbed their clothes, disappearing into a dressing room. They dressed themselves as quickly as they could, and Chloe did her best to smooth her hair out and remove the heat from her face. As soon as she felt she looked decent enough, she hurried out of the dressing room.
She began to round the corner, and almost ran into her manager.
"Sorry!" Chloe exclaimed, doing her best
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