I'd caught sight of him coming out of the change rooms in the menswear department. It was the bright yellow baggies he was carrying that caught my attention first but I was very happy to let my eye wander further. The loose fit clothing he was wearing did nothing to hide the curves of his muscles, something he definitely was not lacking. There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat and his skin had that healthy just recently exercised glow. (Or maybe he'd just jerked off in the change rooms?)
I circled round the rack of shirts I was looking at, casually glancing up and following him as he moved over to the underwear and began looking at CKs and 2xist. Nice taste, I wonder if he's going to try some on? I might need to try on a shirt if he does. Oops, shit! Looked down a moment too long, where's he gone? Ah, over at the cashiers.
I swooped over to the underwear and grabbed two pairs of CK microfibre seamless and joined him at the cashiers. Closer up he's even hotter. Broad shoulders sweep down to a narrow waist and fill out to a nicely rounded butt. I reach round him and put my underwear on the counter.
"I'll just leave those there a second, I put a shirt down somewhere."
He turns and our eyes meet, he smiles. Just a small polite smile. I flash a toothier grin that I hope doesn't look too goofy and hustle off. I can't help it - I'm mincing. I always mince when I think a cute guy is watching. I quickly grab an OK shirt and head back to the counter as he is finishing. We smile at each other as he wanders out towards the street.
The cashier starts to ring up my purchases and I do my little "I've lost my wallet" pantomime.
"Oh no, I think I've left it in the car -- keep those here I'll be back shortly," and I dash for the same exit he left by. I'll be back, but not for a few weeks. I pause out on the street and look up and down trying to see him. Christ, he can't have walked far! Hang on, he's standing only a few metres away looking at a window display. A faint smile on his lips and his head turns ever so slightly in my direction.
Ahh, I'm sure there's a word for that slightly strangled sound you make when you're caught and want to pretend otherwise. What to do? I smile at him and stride purposefully past. Coffee! Which cafe to head to? Somewhere close, but with style. Slow down, you don't want to lose him. I pause and look at a window display of ... women's shoes? I can see his reflection move slowly past me and I count to ten before heading on again.
He wanders a bit more slowly and then angles off and crosses the street. Oh good, there's a good cafe over there. And he's making a bee-line straight for it?! I pause a moment longer before following him over the street and into the cafe. He's peering into the cabinet of cakes and cookies as I make my way up to the counter.
"Weren't you going to buy something?" He's looking at me quizzically.
"Oh, yeh. But I left my wallet in the car." (Dummkopf!)
"Ah, well. I guess I'll need to buy you coffee then." (Double Dummkopf!!)
How can I protest? Look like an idiot and a liar all in the space of a few seconds. "Ah, I, Ah. Yes. Thank you. I'll have a flat white."
"Cake?"
"No, I don't have your figure." Oh, I want to groan inwardly! But he's smiling, a broad smile this time.
"I don't think a little cake `ill hurt you. You could use some meat on your bones. Ahm, I mean you're not fat," he groans and grimaces, "I'm sorry ... I don't mean ..."
I smile and put a hand out on to his arm. Smooth skin, flesh, warmth. He stops and smiles.
"Flat white then, no cake. I'll order. Grab a table."
I move down towards the back where it's quieter and take a seat where I can watch him order and walk towards me. He smiling broadly as he strides over to me and pulls the chair out.
"So, do you come here often then ... without your wallet?"
We laugh together. The chat flows and I feel strangely at ease. His names Jeremy, he's moved to town last week, job transfer. Could I help him find a good furniture store?
We finish our coffee and I direct him to Gordon's.
"No, you must come with me and help me choose. I brought you coffee."
I shrug and we head there together. He links his arm with mine and it feels strangely comfortable. Some people look and shake their heads and his smile just gets larger each time.
"Well what are we looking for?"
"New bedroom suite."
He has good taste. He teases me gently suggesting I may be being a little too sycophantic in my agreement with his selection. But he has chosen a beautiful suite.
"My current bed won't go with this suite. We'll have to choose a new one. ... Well, get on the bed with me."
The salesman's eyes are going to bug out as Jeremy snuggles up to me on the bed in the middle of the showroom. But oh, the feel of his breath on my neck and his muscular arm draped across my chest. And he repeats the performance on FOUR MORE MATTRESSES until he is happy that he has the right one. For my part, I've been trying to hide my erection for the last two and I think he knows it.
"So, what now."
"Well. You've helped me choose some furniture, but I didn't get your input into my clothing. Come back to my hotel and you can tell me if you approve."
Now I've heard of one-liners but this tops them all. Indirect and direct, sassy and discrete. I'm salivating at the thought of it. What will he model first?
He mixes us some drinks from the mini bar and disappears inside the bathroom with the bags of purchases and emerges a few minutes later just wearing the bright yellow baggies. His pecs are full and rounded and framed by deltoids that would do a pair of epaulets proud. My eyes trace down between the mounds of his six pack, down the treasure trail to his waistband.
He does a model walk towards me, turns and starts to walk back towards the bathroom before stopping and casually looking back over his shoulder grinning. His hands go to his hips and he ripples his lats, flexes and poses. Then I hear the Velcro of his fly tear and the baggies drop to show the new CKs. He winks his glutes and turns again towards me. His grin is now ear to ear as he struts back toward me. He stops and trusts his groin forward.
"These CKs are giving me more support than you are. Say something?"
I sink to my knees and push my face into his basket. My tongue slithers out from my lips and laps at the bulge of his glans and it pulses on contact. His hands reach down to my head, muss my hair before he mashes my face against him. I growl and reach for the waistband of his CKs and pull them down so that I can begin to worship his jewels in earnest.
His dick rapidly lengthens as I suck it into my mouth. I reach round him and clasp his firm buns and pull him into me. My tongue laps at his balls as my tonsils tickle the head of his dick and he oscillates in and out.
"Oh fuck, suck me!" He urges at the top of his lungs. Definitely not bashful!
I continue my oral assault on him. He pulls his dick out from my mouth and crouches down to kiss me, my mouth melts into his and his hands fumble at my belt and fly. My stiff dick stretching the fabric taught making it even more difficult. He pushes me down onto the floor and wrestles my trousers from me.
"Snap."
We laugh. I'm wearing the same style CKs, but mine are struggling to contain my thrusting erection. He pulls the waistband down and tucks it under my balls and then pauses to play with my foreskin. Stretching it down and up, covering and uncovering the glans. He bends forward and licks around it before continuing with his leisurely stroking. God this is intense. I feel so turned on and his unhurried worship of my body is taking me to greater heights.
Then he leans forward again and slowly slides his lips down my shaft, pausing at the bottom as his nose nestles in my pubes before he slowly slides back up and down again and again. I've never had someone take such an unhurried approach to cock sucking. It feels awesome! Like he is savouring every inch of me. I moan and thrash beneath him and he reaches up and strokes my chest.
"Whoa my beauty." And he kisses his way up my belly, chest, neck and to my lips. We pash lustily and at length and he strokes and tweaks my nipples and his hands work their way back down to my dick where he returns to his leisurely pulling at my foreskin.
He leans back over to suck at my dick again and I twist myself around to get my head into his groin. He stretches out on the floor beside me and we sixty-nine. His thighs are rock solid and his butt flexes and firms as he thrusts himself deeper into me.
I can feel his fingers working their way into my crack and I lift my leg up to give him deeper access. He moistens his finger and it teases my pucker. It flares on contact and he buries his finger deeper, worrying and teasing me. I moan and push back on to it.
"Can you fuck me!"
"With pleasure."
He stands up and pulls back the bedclothes. He opens one of the drawers beside the bed, pulls out a condom and lube and puts it on. I jump up and lie on my back in the middle of the bed and lift my legs up into the air as he makes his way towards me on his knees. He leans over me and we kiss. Oh, this is going to be good. A passionate fucker, not just wham bam thank you mam.
I can feel his dick at my hole and he slowly pushes into me, feeling my sphincter tighten and loosen he matches his pace to it as I accommodate him. Our tongues continue tangling and clashing as he slides into me and as his pubes push up against my bum he leans in hard, pushing deep with his dick and his tongue.
Then he lifts himself up and watches me with a smile on his face as he begins his slow thrusting. Again savouring every inch of his ascent and descent, feeling his dick slip sensuously through my sphincter. He continues his slow thrusting and I marvel at his self-control, his pace just picking up slightly as the minutes tick by. His hands stroke my pole matching his thrusting.
His pace builds and I can feel the cum building in my balls. I begin to thrash beneath him as my balls pull up tighter and tighter. I'm moaning loudly, "Fuck me, fuck me." And as I feel my cum let fly he bashes in harder and harder and I can hear him grunting and his dick pulsing as he cums deep inside me.
He collapses down on top of me and we kiss more, and more. Then we twist about and spoon as we fall into post fuck blissful slumber.
Can we go furniture shopping again tomorrow? I'm sure he'll need a lounge suite, and a dining suite, and ...