The Dressing Room

It had been a restless night for Yolanda and at one point she thought of breaking out Rubber Ed, her faithful dildo, but that would have frustrated her even more. It had been a couple of weeks since she had any dick-action and there weren’t many prospects. 
There was Rob, who was always willing. Yeah, he was gorgeous, had a body chiseled from marble and a big juicy cock that would make a nun drool. But his personality was like watching paint dry. She really didn't need a precise breakdown of his daily workout routine every fucking time she wanted to get laid. 
And she had considered calling Franky--short, overweight, hairy like an ape but just a fun guy to be around in or out of bed. Then she remembered he was back with his wife for their on again-off again marriage.


Sighing, she got up, got dressed and decided to do some useless spending, something to take her mind off her twitchy snatch.
She hit the galleria to buy things she didn’t need and was perusing the undies when she noticed a young man, about college-aged, picking through the jeans. He glanced towards her, checking her out and then glanced away as if doing something wrong. He was skinny, sort of longish brown hair, boyish delicate-looking face, not the type she normally went for, and she had never been with a guy that young even when she had been that age or younger, but he was cute.
She lingered over the selection a bit then grabbed a pair of purple and a pair of red satin panties and headed for the dressing room. The first door in was ajar so she pushed it open to see the college kid was using it. His back was towards her so he didn’t see her. He was bent over pushing his pants down to his ankles. He wasn’t muscular but his body was toned and she could see he had a nicely rounded ass through his briefs. She was a sucker for butts.
She watched for a moment as he straightened pulling his feet out of the crumpled legs of the jeans.
“I am so sorry,” she said not meaning it.
The kid jumped, spun his head around turning a deep crimson and quickly pulled the pants back up, “I thought I latched that…I…” he stammered.
“It’s okay,” Yolanda said and backed out pulling the door shut. She leaned against it and thought she heard the kid muttering, something about how embarrassing. She stifled a giggle and hurried into the next dressing room. She stripped down as quickly as she could and pulled on the red satin panties. She had just pulled the door slightly open when she heard the kid open the other door. She peered through the crack as the kid went past her to the angled mirrors mounted on the wall at the far end of the vestibule. He turned around looking at himself in the jeans and then sort of shook his head as if he didn’t like what he saw.
She opened the door enough to stick her head out, “Hey,” she called, “they look good, really.”
The kid gave her a slight grin as if he didn’t believe her.
“Come here. I need you to do me a favor.”
The kid looked at her warily but walked over. She reached out and grabbed his hand and ripped open the door pulling him into the room. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened when he realized she was only wearing the panties. He quickly looked around at everything else but her. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down on the little bench against the back wall then shut the door and latched it. 
“I saw you, it’s only fair you see me,” she cupped her hand under his chin and swung his head up. The kid looked confused but in an excited way. She stood there, breasts jutted out, hands on her hips regarding him.
“I’d like your opinion. Think these panties looked good on me?” she stuck her thumbs under the elastic in the front and ran them side to side and even pulled them down a little bit. The kid just stared at her dumbstruck, not able to take his eyes off of her.
Yolanda was enjoying this, for some reason she sensed the kid was probably a virgin, if that was possible. Though she had never been with a virgin it was strange how she could smell it all over him like frying bacon. She herself had lost her cherry at the age of eighteen to a man who was twice her age and then some. Now here she was almost the same age as that man and this kid couldn’t be much older than she was at the time. Karma could be a cool thing sometimes.
She pushed the panties down and kicked them aside and picked up the purple pair and as slowly as she could bent over facing away from him as she pulled them up. She turned to him, “Or do you think these look better? Be honest,” she purred.
“Uh…” he barely managed to get out, his eyes running up and down her, trying to take in as much as possible. He began shifting and squirming on the little bench.
Yolanda reached down to the bulge straining against his jeans. She ran a finger slowly up and down it feeling it twitch as she did so. “Good answer,” she smiled, “I just have to ask…please don’t be offended, but you’re a virgin, right?”
The kid looked away, turning crimson again, “Yeah,” he muttered.
She took her other hand and turned his head back towards her, “Nothing wrong with that. Everybody’s a virgin their first time, and this is your first time,” she wrapped her hand around his bulge and squeezed teasingly and brought her lips down to his. She could tell he hadn’t had much experience with even kissing a girl, his lips were tight, his jaw clenched, but she probed gently with the tip of her tongue until his lips parted and his own tongue met hers. She felt heat start to pour off him as her own sticky heat built and swelled. She felt her pussy already getting wet, her pussy lips pulsing, her clit beginning to throb, it had been too fucking long since she had been this close to a man. She pulled back slowly and got down on her knees. The kid just stared at her as if not knowing what was coming next.
She unsnapped his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down, savoring the moment. She flipped down the front of his briefs and his cock sprang out throbbing as if suffocating and needing air. He had a pretty dick, it somehow looked sweet and innocent like the kid himself.
She slithered her tongue down to the base of the shaft and casually ran it up to the tip, the kid started moaning long and drawn out. She swirled around the piss-hole spiraling outwards until her tongue ran around just underneath the tip. She gently kissed the tip softly, lightly, then took just the tip into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it at a leisurely pace.
“Ohfuckohjesus,” the kid hissed rapidly, his hips bucked a bit with the motion. This made her want to take him in deeper to just below the tip. She sucked up and down for a few strokes before going a little bit deeper. She kept this up, a few long slow sucks before progressing even further down the shaft, a few more sucks, a little bit deeper until eventually his pubic hairs were tickling his lips. She loved a cock she could deep-throat, bringing her mouth up enough to almost let it out and then capturing it fully again. One hand gently squeezing and rubbing his balls, the other hand caressing back and forth under his shirt against his firm flat stomach. She didn’t know how long this went on, it felt so delicious and she was glad he hadn’t blown his wad yet the way she heard virgin guys often did.
She pulled up, a squishy popping sound as his dick left her mouth. She pumped the now slick shaft up and down. She looked up and had to smile. The kid seemed to be melted into the wall, his mouth slack, the corners slightly upturned, his eyes almost rolled back into his head. She gave his cock a couple of more strokes and stood up climbing up on the bench, her feet on both sides of the kids thighs and thrust her drenched snatch forward, almost touching the tip of his nose. He came to life staring at it, fascinated at seeing it up close.
“This is my clit,” she ran the tip of her finger around the swollen knob, “stick out your tongue and circle around it slowly.” He did as requested just teasing and flicking his tongue almost up to the edges of it, Yolanda whimpered with delight. Then he opened his mouth and gently took her clit in, sucking on it, bobbing his head back and forth with it the way she had sucked his cock, the tip of his tongue pressing the center of it.
“A natural,” she thought, her face pressed up against the wall, thighs getting rubbery. She brought a finger down to her pussy but as she got there, the kid pushed it away and inserted his own. He probed around inside gently still sucking her clit and finally managed to stumbled onto her G-spot, “Right there, keep stroking right there,” she gasped her whole body now shivering.
Her knees were going to collapse and she was ready to put her head through the fucking wall with the intensity of it. Her pussy was now more than slick and wet and ready. She pulled the kid’s finger out of her, her clit from his mouth and stepped back off the bench. She yanked his shirt off over his head by the collar and threw it behind her. She dropped to her knees pulling his socks off, then his jeans and briefs. These also sailed over her shoulder.
She grabbed his erection again and ran just her thumb and forefinger up and down it with one hand and rummaged through her purse with the other. She always kept a variety of different sized condoms in stock, she was no boy scout but she believed in being prepared. The kid gently ran his hands up and down her upper arms with the rhythm of her fingers on his rod. She found the right one and ripped the package open with her teeth and slipped it on. She straddled him but didn’t put it in yet, just slowly rubbed her pussy up against it. She loved fucking but she loved to draw it out a bit before actually getting down to it like stoking a hot flame. 
The kid was now watching her chest rising and diving in front of his face. She grabbed his hands and brought them up to her tits, he squeezed them like he was falling off a cliff and needed something to grab onto. She jumped startled, shrieking a surprised laugh and laid her hands over his pulling them off.
“Easy, hot rod. These melons don’t need to be checked for ripeness. Just follow my hands.” She’d teach him they were more than just ornaments. She brought his hands back down to them just enough to gently caress them right above the nipples, that was the most sensitive part of her knockers, the part that drove her wild. His hands were smooth and soft and felt great on her tits. Her nipples were hard enough to break concrete and without prompting he took one in his mouth and sucked on it.
Only a few minutes of this and she couldn’t take it anymore and rose up letting her snatch fall on just the tip of his cock, her clit feeling a jolt of pleasure. She slowly eased down on it and then back up and he sucked even harder on her nipple. She bobbed up and down on his hardness enjoying the way it was rubbing her clit, her swollen lips and then leaning forwards a bit it was now tickling her G-spot. She moved a little faster and now the kid still sucking her tit, brought his hands down to her ass and begin squeezing it and guiding her to go even faster and faster until she was thrashing up and down on it like a mechanical bull. The kid was moaning and groaning, squeezing yanking her ass to go even faster, her hands on his shoulders forcing her self up and down to a primal beat.
“Oh fuck yeah…fuck yeah…you like that hot pussy?” she panted.
“I love your pussy,” the kid growled, finally finding a voice above a mutter.
“You love that juicy pussy on your hard cock?” she cried a little bit louder in between moans.
“Ride it…ride my cock,” the kid choked out, grunting and even yelping a bit.
Vibrant waves washed over her, every nerve in her body tingling as if electrified and she felt it coming, building up.
“Smack my ass…I’m gonna fucking cum.”
The kid began smacking her ass, not too hard, just hard enough so the beats against her butt intensified the building orgasm until she seemed to explode hard enough to blow off the top of her head. She pulled the kid’s head to her chest tightly needing something to grasp onto, he dug his hands into her ass cheeks and they both groaned and moaned in sync. She didn’t believe it but she was immediately cumming again and then again, she thought she was going to slip into madness with the out and out fucking raw motion of this fleshy ride through ecstasy.
“Keep going…” the kid hissed, but it was time to change things up a bit. She now wanted it crude and dirty like a couple of dogs screwing in a back alley. She slid off his cock and yanked him unsteadily to his feet then dropped down to her knees in front of the bench splaying her hands on the bench, her ass stuck up in the air.
She looked back at him with a wicked smirk.
“Stick that cock back in me…now,” she commanded.
The kid fell in behind her and she didn’t have to guide it in for him, instinct took over as he jammed it in, grabbed her thighs and begin thrusting, “yeah…yeah…yeah,” he gasped in time with each thrust. Yolanda ground her hips back into him, every connection of their bodies driving them further and further, his cock slamming into her like the piston in a racing motor.
“Pound that pussy…fucking pound it,” she shouted, momentarily worried about somebody hearing them, though the department store was pretty deserted during a weekday. She imagined a man, or better yet, men over hearing them and whipping their puds in a frenzy and this drove her further on.
“Fuck this dirty slut…ram that cock in me…ram it in, goddammit,” she gasped and hissed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so far gone in the moment as she came twice more with not just trickles or flows but what felt like a torrential downpour of hot cum. Then the kid started to jerk around with frantic spasms, “I think…I’m gonna…gonna nut,”
Yolanda wasn’t going to let that go to waste. She pushed him back out of her and stood him up against the wall tearing the condom off, taking him into her mouth. Nothing went down better than hot creamy jizz. She sucked and swirled around the tip, pumping the shaft with her hand until the kid jerked and his spunk flew from his cock into her mouth running down the back of her throat. She got every drop and continued to suck for a few minutes, his hands running through her hair.
With wobbly legs she stood and the kid looked like he was ready to collapse on the spot. She led him back to the bench and sat down next to him, both of them still breathing hard, the smell of juicy pussy surrounding them.
“Whoa,” he managed. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Then she got up and started dressing. The kid got up and did the same, a little disorientated and with some trouble.
She needed to get something to eat and take a nap. A good fuck always did that to her and this was a great fuck, the best she had for quite some time. A fucking virgin, who would have thought?
She smiled at him, pulled the door open to leave but the kid stopped her.
“Yeah, this was my first time so I gotta know. Was I any good?” he asked.
Yolanda stifled a laugh. His first time and already thinking like a typical man. She went over and hugged him.
“You are going to make any luck girl very very happy,” and she meant it.
“Thank you,” he whispered.