he ran a hand over her ass. “I can’t afford this,” she said.
“I can.”
She shook her head. “No way. Are you kidding? After all your talk about your ex-wives using you for money?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“It’s okay, I want to buy it for you.”
“No,” said Mia, all stubbornness. “I’ll wear one of my old sorority dresses.”
Blaine laughed, and kissed her forehead. “The fact that you don’t want me to buy it makes me want to do it even more. Listen, I’m buying that dress. I hope you’ll wear it.”
She grabbed his arm and shook him. “You’re so frustrating,” she said, but she was smiling.
“If you don’t wear it, I’ll have to find some other girl who will.”
She swatted him.
“I’m just kidding. Maybe I’ll wear it myself.”
She laughed. “I’m sure that would impress all your friends.”
So Blaine bought the long dress and Mia bought the short one. They moved on to the men’s section, because Blaine needed a few new pairs of jeans. There wasn’t anyone around, not even a salesperson.
“Guess men have better things to do today than shop,” said Mia. She ran her fingers over a few silk ties.
Blaine grabbed her hand. “I need to try this stuff on.”
“Go ahead, silly,” she said. “You don’t need me.”
He grinned, and suddenly she knew what he had on his mind.
“No—Blaine. We can’t. Not in Bloomingdales!”
“Shh…” he tugged her toward the men’s dressing room.
“They have cameras! I’ll be banned from the store!”
He closed a dressing room door behind them. “It won’t take long…and if anyone is watching via camera they’ll just be jealous…”
He rubbed between her legs with his thumb. Despite her nerves, she felt herself getting wet through her yoga pants, and that familiar throbbing pressure.
“Just turn around,” he said. She obeyed and he slid her pants over her ass. He slid a finger inside her.
“Oh!” she said. He usually took his time. This was all so abrupt. Still, the very urgency of it turned her on.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He kissed her ear and pushed his finger deep inside her. “You seem ready. You’re wet already.”
“You always make me wet,” she said. “I’m in a permanent state of arousal.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” She heard him shuffling with his belt buckle, and then felt prodding heat between her legs. She braced herself with both hands against the wall. Blaine pushed into her with a low moan.
“Look…” he said. “Look in the mirror.”
Mia looked over one shoulder, and then the other. She had a different view from each of the dressing room’s mirrors. In one she could see her own profile. Her arched back and splayed legs. The second showed her Blaine’s hands on her breasts through her top. The third gave the best view. His jeans had fallen down, and his tightly muscled ass moved with his thrusts. Mia had always had a hard time coming from penetration, but as she watched Blaine pump into her, and his hands on her bottom, she felt her own orgasm coming on. She bit her lower lip, and came in a series of low whimpers. Blaine didn’t take long to follow her. He came on her back with his own suppressed sounds of
“I can.”
She shook her head. “No way. Are you kidding? After all your talk about your ex-wives using you for money?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“It’s okay, I want to buy it for you.”
“No,” said Mia, all stubbornness. “I’ll wear one of my old sorority dresses.”
Blaine laughed, and kissed her forehead. “The fact that you don’t want me to buy it makes me want to do it even more. Listen, I’m buying that dress. I hope you’ll wear it.”
She grabbed his arm and shook him. “You’re so frustrating,” she said, but she was smiling.
“If you don’t wear it, I’ll have to find some other girl who will.”
She swatted him.
“I’m just kidding. Maybe I’ll wear it myself.”
She laughed. “I’m sure that would impress all your friends.”
So Blaine bought the long dress and Mia bought the short one. They moved on to the men’s section, because Blaine needed a few new pairs of jeans. There wasn’t anyone around, not even a salesperson.
“Guess men have better things to do today than shop,” said Mia. She ran her fingers over a few silk ties.
Blaine grabbed her hand. “I need to try this stuff on.”
“Go ahead, silly,” she said. “You don’t need me.”
He grinned, and suddenly she knew what he had on his mind.
“No—Blaine. We can’t. Not in Bloomingdales!”
“Shh…” he tugged her toward the men’s dressing room.
“They have cameras! I’ll be banned from the store!”
He closed a dressing room door behind them. “It won’t take long…and if anyone is watching via camera they’ll just be jealous…”
He rubbed between her legs with his thumb. Despite her nerves, she felt herself getting wet through her yoga pants, and that familiar throbbing pressure.
“Just turn around,” he said. She obeyed and he slid her pants over her ass. He slid a finger inside her.
“Oh!” she said. He usually took his time. This was all so abrupt. Still, the very urgency of it turned her on.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He kissed her ear and pushed his finger deep inside her. “You seem ready. You’re wet already.”
“You always make me wet,” she said. “I’m in a permanent state of arousal.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” She heard him shuffling with his belt buckle, and then felt prodding heat between her legs. She braced herself with both hands against the wall. Blaine pushed into her with a low moan.
“Look…” he said. “Look in the mirror.”
Mia looked over one shoulder, and then the other. She had a different view from each of the dressing room’s mirrors. In one she could see her own profile. Her arched back and splayed legs. The second showed her Blaine’s hands on her breasts through her top. The third gave the best view. His jeans had fallen down, and his tightly muscled ass moved with his thrusts. Mia had always had a hard time coming from penetration, but as she watched Blaine pump into her, and his hands on her bottom, she felt her own orgasm coming on. She bit her lower lip, and came in a series of low whimpers. Blaine didn’t take long to follow her. He came on her back with his own suppressed sounds of
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