Summer in the South

Sweltering heat, that’s how best to describe it. And I’m not talking about the 100 degrees plus temperatures and 90 percent humidity that we’re famous for. I’m talking about the feeling I got when his piercing blue eyes locked with mine in the mirror.

A low whistle followed by a deep smooth voice. “He’s a lucky guy,” he said.

“Who’s that?” I asked, as the flush crept across my chest and down to my core. I knew my cheeks had to be tinted pink.

“Whoever is going to be seeing you in that dress.”

I noticed him earlier in the store. I’d felt his eyes slowly travel across the curves of my body. His lips twisted into a wickedly playful smile.

I smiled back at him, not turning from the mirror.

The air conditioning in the department store was doing nothing to cool the heat I felt. I surveyed the image before me. Chestnut hair falling to my tan shoulders where the thin spaghetti straps of the midnight blue dress rested. The deep v of the neckline highlighted my ample firm breast. The silk shantung hugged my curves, reminding me of deep ocean waves caressing my body. I imagined his hands resting on my hips. I could feel the heat of them though the thin material.

 “What makes you think it’s for someone special?”

Trying on the dress had meant shedding my bra and panties. I could feel my nipples harden and I knew he could see them through the silk of the dress. I was damp with anticipation.

He stepped closer. His scent was intoxicating; woodsy and not to sweet. His eyes never left mine as we watched each other through the mirror glass. As he passed behind me, his fingertips traced across my back from one shoulder to the other. My breath came in an odd rhythm.

His lips moved, and I realized he was speaking. My focus was torn from his dark eyes to the soft sound of his voice. His hand trailed down my arm until his fingers circled my wrist.

“Changing room. Five minutes.”

He released my wrist and stepped past me.

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

I realized as he disappeared behind the mirror that I had been holding my breath. A long slow unsteady breath escaped my mouth. I look at myself and shake my head. Now what? What kind of woman would meet a stranger in the dressing room? What kind of man propositions a woman this way?

A seriously hot and confident one, that’s who.

Who was I kidding? It had been several months since I’d felt wanted like this. Maybe this was just what I needed.

I checked my reflection once more. Then stepped away from the mirror.

The changing room wasn’t busy and the sales person who had let me in earlier was missing from her post. They were large, private rooms complete with a comfy chair. The carpet was plush, and they were very clean. Of course, you wouldn’t expect less at a high-end department store like this.

I turned the knob on the room I’d been using. My clothes that had once been haphazardly tossed into the chair now hung neatly on the hanger. Replaced by the stranger I couldn’t walk away from.

I shut the door behind me. I didn’t step closer. We watched each other. His smile making it all the way to his eyes.

He leaned forward. His hands resting on his knees. Without the smile, it would have felt like he was about to pounce. Yet, somehow, I still felt like I was about to be devoured.

“You are beautiful,” he said. “Turn for me.”

I took a deep breath and slowly pirouetted.

“That dress fits you perfectly,” he said. “It caresses your hips. It shows off those beautiful breasts. The color makes your eyes such an intense shade of blue. No one could look away from you.”

His words washed over me. Every part of me responded to him.

“Are you going to stay just out of arms reach or do you want to see just how I can make you feel?”

I was drawn to him. I felt myself take a step toward him.

“That’s it baby,” he said. “Come to me.”

Four more steps and I was right there in front of him.

He reached out and his hand rested on my hip. It felt like he branded me through the thin material. Slowly he let it fall down the outside of my thigh and down my calf. His fingers grazed across my ankle and I swear the world stopped.

I felt him lift my foot and place it on his knee.

“Now, promise to be a good girl and don’t make to much noise,” he said.

I didn’t think that was going to be a problem since my voice had totally disappeared.

I was bare beneath the dress. I could feel the air on my pussy as my lips spread open. I was already soaking wet. His hand slipped under the hem of the dress and as he slowly traveled back up my leg, so did the material of the dress.

As he reached the apex, where my thigh joined my hip, he stopped and looked up at me. “A simple stop will make it all go away at any time,” he said. I nodded, but still didn’t speak.

“Hold the skirt for me, I don’t want it getting in the way.” I reached down and bunched the material, exposing my bare pussy right in front of his face. I felt my skin heat. I could feel his words on me. Then his lips touched me, and I was lost. He placed a soft kiss right on my mound.

He leaned in closer. “You smell delicious. I bet you’re gonna taste even sweeter.”

I felt him parting me. He slid two fingers inside of me. My pussy was wet and accepting. His palm was flat against my mound. Slowly he started stroking that sensitive spot with the tips of his fingers. My back arched as my shoulders pressed against the wall. I tried to stay quiet, but I didn’t succeed.

“I know what you want,” he said.

 A moan escaped through my lips. My legs trembled.

“I love that sound. That pretty mouth of yours exists for one reason, my pleasure.”

The speed of his strokes increased, and I rocked against his palm. I forgot about where we were. Thankfully his other hand held me firmly in place. With each stroke, I knew an orgasm more intense than any I’d had in months was building. I bucked against his hand and he increased the pressure.

“I’m curious how much you can take,” he said. “I can feel your pussy clenching my fingers. I’d love to feel it tight around my cock. You’d milk every drop of cum out of me.”

His words and touch combined to bring me right to the edge. My body was in overdrive. With just a few more strokes, I broke. I came hard right in the palm of his hand.

He sat my foot down on the floor. His other hand still planted inside me. He stood up and turned me so that my back was against his chest. The long floor length mirror was in front of us. What a sight I was. My skin flushed. My dress all bunched at my waist. A stranger behind me with the most intimate of handshakes shared between us.

He placed a kiss along my neck then whispered in my ear.

“You’ve been waiting for the right person to bring this out in you. You’re filled with desire. You want to do dirty things. You’ve been waiting for the right person to fully explore you - more fully than anyone ever has. You’ve been waiting for the right person to take you and ravage you over and over again.”

My eyes went wide. His tongue licked across my earlobe. His fingers slowly withdrew from my pussy and I let the skirt of the dress fall back to the floor. He reached up and slowly drew the zipper down along my spine.

“No sense you struggling with that on your own,” he said.

I watched him lick two fingers that were no doubt coated with my cum. He smiled. “I was right, you are delicious.”

It was starting to sink in. I’d just let a total stranger finger me until I came in a public place.

“I’ve enjoyed our encounter. You really must get that dress. It’s made for you and your body. I’ll just let myself out so that you can finish your shopping.”

He stepped from behind me but placed a soft kiss on my shoulder before he turned to leave. I just stood there, fixed in place. I felt the loss of him as soon as he left. When the door clicked closed behind him, I think I started breathing again. I set down in the chair that he’d occupied not five minutes earlier. It smelled of him.

I’m not sure how long I set there. A myriad of thoughts running through my mind. Finally, I stood and took the dress off. I redressed then left the dressing area. I might never wear that dress again, but there was no way I could leave it behind. I stopped at the counter to checkout.

“Let me hang and bag that for you,” the cashier said. As she was preparing my purchase, I reached into my purse for my wallet.

“There’s no need mam,” she said. “The gentleman has taken care of everything. He did leave a note for you as well.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt. But I took the dress and note from her and headed to the car.

The hot leather did nothing to cool the turmoil and excitement still churning inside me. I cranked the car and with the AC on high,  I unfolded the note and read:

If you’re brave enough to see where this can go, meet me at Maxwell’s on Ninth at 8 p.m. Wear the dress. I want to unleash the desire in you like no one has before. I want to own you like you’ve only fantasized about. I’m going to take you and fill you until you are completely exhausted. Tonight starts a new adventure if you dare.