All Grown Up and On My Own (Closed for lovingfingers)

How should the story proceed?

  • Megan should continue having sex with others/random strangers as well as with Sean, her best friend'

    Votes: 54 73.0%
  • Develop a relationship solely with Sean

    Votes: 8 10.8%
  • Continue with the story as is.

    Votes: 10 13.5%
  • Other. Please send suggestions, comments and/or opinions

    Votes: 2 2.7%

  • Total voters
    74
Saturday Afternoon - Lingerie Shop

I felt like I was in a place that I wasn't suppose to be in. All these sexy, and naughty, lingerie, movies, sex toys, etc. Some of the outfits on the mannequins looked very skimpy and all of them were sheer. There was this black mesh body stocking that caught my eye but I didn't think I had the figure for it. 4 and 5 inch heel boots that looked scary. It was so overhelming.

"No, I haven't seen it."

I pondered your question about trying something on, but couldn't bring myself to actually answer you, so I stared at you with a puzzled look on my face.
 
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I can see the hesitancy in your face, as you look wide eyed about the room and its wares. I also noted the body stocking you had eyed, and picked it off the rack, saying, "I would love to see you in this." Together with the "dress" I had selected, I take your arm and lead you to the rear of the store. Several fitting rooms line the wall, as well as a hallway leading to more rooms further back. I open one door that was partly ajar and smile at you.

You enter and I follow. It is pretty basic, and marginally clean. A full length mirror on one wall and a couple chairs, hooks of the wall for hangers. I take a seat and regard the mirror for a moment, wondering if it is two way. I open the plastic bag containing the body stocking, looking at you with a broad smile, asking, "please?"
 
Saturday Afternoon - Lingerie Shop

Looking at the two outifts, I was certainly unsure as to what to do. But when you said "please?" with those big green eyes pleading how could I say no. My heart was beating so fast when I said, "okay", unaware that anybody would be watching us.

As we stood in the smallish changing room with the large wall mirror, I began to slip out of my clothes, realizing that I would have to get completely naked to wear the body stocking. I hesitated at first but I thought about how exciting this was getting. In fact I was so excited already, my nipples were hard as little rocks.

I looked at you as I slipped the final piece of my clothing down my legs and pushed out my hands for the stocking. I slipped it on my feet before tugging it up to cover my body, although it wasn't really covering anything. It fact, it was so snug that I felt it hug the crack of my butt. I turned and looked into the mirror.
 
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I feel so voyeuristic as I watch you change. Your blouse and skirt come off, and watch your body move as you hang them on a hook. I sigh as I see you slip your panties down, your pussy briefly flashed before me. I grin broadly as your bra comes off, your nipples so nicely hard. I again glance at the window. If there is someone on the other side, they are getting a great show. I certainly am, and my cock hardens.

You take the stocking from me and begin to slip it on. It is obviously tight, and clings to your curves. I watch you shift and adjust it, finally turning to the mirror. "Like what you see?" I ask.

I can see you contemplating. I stand and step right behind you, my hands on your shoulders. I start to caress you, whispering, "It looks so hot on you Megan." We lock eyes in the mirror as I start stroking your arms, down to your hips. "Beautiful," I whisper, as I draw my hands up your body, brushing over your breasts, palming your nipples. I clasp your soft mounds as I lower my lips to one side of your neck. I bite you softly, moaning. My hips press up against your ass, grinding against you, as I bite and move, bite and move, murmuring, "you make me want you so much."
 
Saturday Afternoon - Lingerie Shop

Your words were so stimulating to me as I gazed into your eyes in the mirror. I reached back with my left hand and gripped the back of your head to pull your face into my neck. Your slow humping motion on my rear was so exciting to see in the mirror. God I wanted you right then and there. I looked at ur bodies in the mirror and couldn't believe it was me in that skintight body stocking. There was nothing left to the imagination. I loved how I looked.

There was a glazed look in my eyes as I stared at you along with a slightly devious smile as you picked up my gaze in the mirror. Your hands tugged at my tits through the thin material as I pushed back against your cock. I then whispered to you, "I think we better get outta here." I knew I wouldn't be able to resist much more, being that I was mesmerized by the images of us in the mirror. Was that really me? Did I turn into some sex-starved nymphomaniac?

I closed my eyes and leaned my hands against the mirror.
 
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If there was someone on the other side of the mirror, they must have thought that heaven had smiled on them. I love the sight of us in the mirror. The body stocking hugs and accentuates all your curves. Your nipples are so hard in my hands, tenting the fabric.

You whisper to me something about leaving, and then lean your hands against the mirror, tilting forward some. Your ass is perfectly presented to me, an offer I can't refuse. I pull away from you just long enough to unzip my pants and release my cock. I bring my hands to your hips and slide them between your legs, my fingertips on the fabric of the stocking. It said crotchless on the package, and true enough, I can feel the wet fabric parting, exposing your slick pussy to me.

"Why wait?" I ask, "Arch your back for me beautiful." I see you angle your body for me, and bring my cock to you. I have to bend my legs a little, then rub the head over your dewy labia. I press into you and adjust my stance. I pull back and push deeper. I clasp your waist and guide your body, pushing deeper with each stroke.

I look into the mirror and nearly cum. Your body is incredible, your breasts bouncing with each stroke. "Open your eyes Megan," I whisper, "this is incredible."
 
Saturday Afternoon - Lingerie Shop

No sooner had I uttered that we should leave that I feel you back away from me causing me to open my eyes. I see in the mirror that you are undoing your pants and then see your hard cock spring free as you push your pants down. I look at you in disbelief, my mouth open in a combination of shock and lust.

Your hands return to my hips and then slide along them to my ass and then down between them. Your fingertips graze against my thighs as I part my legs instinctively, inviting you. The head of your cock presses against me, not really knowing how that could be. And then in one swift motion, the head of your cock popped into my sopping wet cunt. It slid so easily in that your whole entire length was inside me in a second.

You said to open my eyes. I gazed at your face in the reflection, locked in concentration, as you adjusted yourself, trying to get in a comfortable stance. You drew back your cock to the tip, your hands gripped my hips as your fingernails dug into my flesh a little, and slid your cock deep again. "Ohhhhhhhhhh" I moaned catching myself before it got too loud, not wanting anyone to know what we were doing. Unaware that the store clerk was staring right into my eyes on the other side of the mirror.

You began to pump me faster. The sound of you slapping against my body complementing the sounds of me going "ugh, ugh, ugh" taking every inch of you. I looked into my own eyes, seeing a young girl who was so innocent a week ago and has turned into a sex-starved nymphomaniac, letting her best-friend's dad fuck her in some sex shop.

I opened my glazed over eyes wide and realized that I was close to an orgasm. I reached down with my right hand and began to rub my clit, my fingertips brushing against your cock as you thrust in and out of me. I felt you pick up the pace and your hands grip me tighter. I stared in silence at your reflection in the mirror, actually seeing myself getting fucked. "Oh my god!" I cried as I began to buck and push back against you. Short, sharp gasps escaped my mouth as I came all over your cock. Cumming over your bare cock in a sex shop dressed like a slut. My clit throbbed against my fingers as my orgasm seemed to last forever.
 
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This was so fucking hot, that I really had to concentrate to keep from cumming as soon as I entered you. But soon that moment passed, and I was able to fuck you more in ernest. I could feel the angle I was entering you was bending my cock some. I was going to be sore later, but I would not have traded this moment for anything.

I establish a good hard rhythm, vastly enjoying fucking you hard enough to make your body shake. You feel so incredibly slutty to me, dressed in a sheath, fucking me in public, and enjoying it. I feel your cunt tighten and then your body convulse as you cum. Your climax drags me into mine, and I feel my cum spurting deep inside you.

I hold onto you as I cum, breathing hard. Both of our legs are shaky, our breathing ragged. I kiss the back of your neck repeatedly, as I feel my cock soften and slip from you. I straighten your body and wrap my arms around you, relishing the feel of you, whispering, "I think we will take it."

After a minute more of groping you in the mirror, I release you. I turn and take the dress and offer it to you, "before we leave, how about you take that off and put this on?"

http://www.blisslingerie.net/swirl_lace_mini_dress_16343_prd1.htm
 
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Saturday Afternoon - Lingerie Shop

In the middle of my orgasm I felt your grip tighten on my waist as you slammed your cock into me so hard, grunting as you did. Holding your cock deep inside me, your cockhead swelled and began spurting your hot cum deep in me. I saw the look of pure ecstasy on your face in the reflection of the mirror. It almost looked like you were in pain the way you grimaced.

As your own orgasm begins to subside you lean forward onto my back and kiss the back of my neck. A sensual touch after the pure animalistic sexual urge being satisfied as you wrapped your arms around my waist. I smiled at you in the mirror as you softened and slipped out. Your hands still caressing and clutching and groping at my chest and then you say something to me about putting on this dress.

"Oh, I don't know if I can wear that. You want me to wear that outside?" A bit of shock mixed with being flattered that you think I could wear something like that and get away with it.

I started to giggle as I looked at your puppy dog eyes begging me to wear it. Thinking that I would only have to wear it to the car, no one would really see me in it. I stood there pondering what to do.
 
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I look at you, your young tight body sheathed in a stocking, cum dripping down your thigh. I smile and say a little more strongly, "Megan, you have a beautiful body and I would really like to see you in this."

I reach over and begin to peel the stocking off your shoulders. I grin and my cock pulses a bit as your breasts spring free. God, I love that... I pull it down your body, over your ass, and down your legs. I see the cum stains on the legs, and wonder how much cum is still inside you. Sheesh, I am playing with fire here.

You slip your feet from the stocking, standing naked in front of me. I offer the dress again, "mmm, mmm, mmm."
 
Saturday Afternoon - Lingerie Shop

How could I say no to those eyes? I mean I already let you fuck me in this here and I only had to walk to the car and then from the car into his or my place. I thought for a second longer and then smiled and nodded okay. Telling me I had a beautiful body was probably what sold me to wear it.

I took the dress from your hand and began to slip it on. I could feel your cum begin to ooze out of me as I leaned down to put on my shoes. As I stood and turned, I saw myself in the dress and hardly recognized the girl in the mirror. I never would have worn something like this. Boy have I changed since I met you.
 
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What a pleasure to watch you strip off the body stocking and slip the dress on. It fits like a sheath, the sheerness of the lace giving tempting peaks at your body's most private parts. Your nipples, so sweet and hard, seem as though they are trying to force the lace apart. The small amount of pubic hair that you have peeks its way out. Your body is so temptingly displayed, and teasingly covered. "Megan, you make me so hard," I breathe.

I take the tag from your dress and the body stocking, putting the latter and the clothes you wore today in a bag. As I do, I hear a door open and close out in the shop somewhere. I open the door to the changing room for you. I watch as you walk out and follow closely. As we make our way to the cash register, I see a couple other patrons looking over at you hungrily. I just smile. The cashier looks at me like I had just won the lottery. I pay for your new wardrobe, as the cashier runs his eyes up and down you.

We walk to the door and outside. I put my arm around your waist as we walk to the car. Several passers by do double takes and then stare. As I open your door, I mention, "you have a lot of admirers my dear."

You slide into your seat, your dress riding high. God, what a view... I close your door and get into the driver's seat. We leave the parking lot and drive down the street. We have only gone a couple blocks when I turn into a drive thru coffee place. "Care for something?" I ask.

I place our order at the edge of the drive through, then pull up to the window. A younger woman looks out and says, "that will be four fifty please." As I hand her a five, her eyes go wide looking at you. She mumbles "thank you," and retreats inside the window. She reappears with change and quickly disappears. A young man brings our order to the window, and he takes his time handing it over, asking if we need napkins or anything, his eyes on you the whole time. I thank him, and drive off. Back on the road, I ask, "where to next?"
 
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Saturday Evening - Restaurant

"I don't know. I'm sure getting a lot of stares in this dress. And I'm not even walking down the street or in public really."

I take the coffee and say, "I'll go wherever you want to, as long as it's not too public." Flashing you a big smile while uncrossing and crossing my legs, causing my dress to rise up exposing my black thong. "Perhaps we should get something to eat? A burger maybe? I'm starving!" as I give you a naughty smile.
 
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"Really? Hmmm," I smile, "I know just the place."

I take a moment to figure out the route. Stopped at an intersection, I take a long look at you, your slip of a dress riding high, exposing your slender, toned legs and a now wet black thong. I run the tip of my tongue over my lips as you watch.

The light changes and we are off. I get us to the highway and settle into the passing lane. I pass a tractor trailer at one point, and make sure I go slow. The driver honks his horn repeatedly, and I just grin.

Twenty minutes later, we exit the highway and take a few side streets until I pull into the parking lot of a tastefully decorated two story building with the name Aria. I get out and open the door for you. As you exit and take my arm, I mention, "we will have to go shopping more often."

I escort you to the front door and walk you into the foyer of a dark paneled restaurant and bar. The maitre'd greet us with a smile, "Good to see you again sir. Table for two?"

"Thanks Peter, please," I reply. We are then led into the restaurant and seated towards the rear. Like a boat through the water, you leave a wake of turned heads as you pass, your pert breasts bouncing with each step beneath the lace. Peter holds the chair for you and undoubtably enjoys a nice down dress view as he moves your chair in. "Enjoy," he smiles at me, before returning to his station.
 
Saturday Evening - Restaurant

I smiled at the maitre'd seeing that he was quite handsome and started to follow him into the restaurant on your arm. You couldn't help but see everyone's head turn to look at us as we walked to our table. As we sat I glanced around and noticed just about everyone was still looking at us. It was kind of flattering having everyone so jealous of me.

"This is some place Sean!"
I think that was the first time I called you by your first name and not Mr. Francis. I looked over the menu quickly and just ordered the burger. For some reason, that was what I was craving. I placed the menu down and adjusted my skirt. I placed my elbows on the table and leaned forward.

"You didn't have to bring me to such a fancy place you know. You already got into my panties",

giving you a beaming smile as my eyes lit up. It the dim light of the restaurant, you could really tell how handsome you were. Although the maitre'd was quite handsome himself.
 
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I chuckled softly at your panties joke. My eyes were drinking in your cleavage as you leaned forward on the table, the sheerness of your dress exposing the darkness of your nipples as they pressed against the fabric. "Hmmmm, but you don't know what I might have planned for later," I quipped mischeviously.

The waiter arrived in the next moment, proffering a wine list, and telling me to take my time, as he enjoyed the view of you. I selected a soft red and an appetizer and off he went. I could see people making discreet glances at us periodically, correction, at you. I wondered what they thought. Clearly not my daughter. Escort? Maybe? Girlfriend? He's old enough to be her father.

I just grinned at the possibilities as our wine arrived. After a quick taste, he poured glasses and took our order, you your burger and fried oysters for me. Stuffed clams arrived shortly thereafter. Dinner, wine, and a succulent dining companion. Life was good.
 
Saturday Evening - Restaurant

The wine was delicious and the first glass went down so smoothly as I was parched from our somewhat public display in the sex shop. My mind began to drift of the image of us in the mirror and I started to get aroused from the image of seeing you behind me, my body in complete arousal.

"This is delicious."


I placed the glass down and took a stuffed clam from the plate set down between us on the table. I brought the clam to my lips and looked at you watching me. I felt naughty when I closed my lips onto the tasty morsel.


"Thank you for bringing me out. I thought that maybe you were just using me. You know."


I don't know why I even said that. I totally was enjoying the sex but never even considered you thought of me in a way to bring me out. Was this a date? I asked myself. I didn't wait for you to respond knowing that I probably didn't want to know the answer.

I quickly tried to distract you and kicked my heel off and ran my toes up along your ankle and under your pant leg.

"I'm starving. And thirsty"

as the waiter refilled my wine glass.
 
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I grinned broadly at your suggestion of use, and was about to reply when I felt you running your toes along my leg. The waiter's arrival, refilling your glass, also delayed me.

When he had gone, I broke into a large smile and joked, "Gee, and I had been thinking that you were using your hot body to manipulate me."

I was rewarded by a giggle from you, prompting me to continue, "and its working!"

After we both shared a little laughter, I got a little more serious, "I'm having fun and I enjoy you." I raised my glass, "here's to enjoying life."

Our glasses clinked and we sipped in silence for a moment. I reached casually down and grasped your foot, teasing my upper calf, and slid it onto my lap. I pressed your toes against my cock, which was partly hard, as it always seemed to be around you. I returned my hand to the table and smiled innocently.
 
Saturday Evening - Restaurant

I playfully rubbed my foot against your semi-hard cock under the table as we sipped and nibbled on the delicious morsels. I gazed into your eyes and realized how lucky I was to have found you. Or you might say 'hooked up' since I already knew who you were. I just didn't know that you would be so good at this.

I felt content as I sat there sipping wine, talking, playing footsie with your cock. Unaware of the other diners glancing my way and making comments to their husbands or wives, or girlfriend or boyfriends. Life was good!

"So, what should we do after dinner?" I asked.
 
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A few salacious thoughts ran through my mind, but voicing them would have been too obvious. I liked playing with you. As your toes continued to play in my lap, I pondered that you would have to give me a real foot job some time.

The waiter delivered our entrees, enjoying the view of your luscious pert breasts as he did. He should be tipping me I mused. We dug into dinner as you started your third glass of wine. I suggested, "well, for a start, I would like to show you around. This can be a very entertaining place to spend an evening."

I was used to people staring at us by now. I could hardly blame them. I had given up trying to tear my eyes from you.
 
Saturday Evening - Restaurant

The wine was definitely getting to me as I began to press my foot harder against you, trying to make you squirm in your seat. I had to stop as I, myself, was becoming quite aroused from the foot play and the wine.

"Ooooooo, sounds like fun!"


I exclaimed as I gazed at you from across the table. Just then our dinner came and I grabbed my burger and opened wide, stuffing the enormous burger into my mouth, the juice running down my chin and onto the plate.

"Oh my god"


I muttered with my mouth full of meat. I wiped the greasy juice from my chin with the back of my hand before I was able to grab a napkin. It happened so quick I didn't even think of the sexual connotation it held.

"This is sooooo good!"

I then looked across at you and saw you staring with your mouth agape. I gave you an expression that said 'WHAT!?'
 
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The sight of you with juices running down your chin and onto your plate was almost pornographic. Your exclamations only added to the scene. I found myself slack jawed, when you look across at me with a challenging look on your face.

Feeling quite bold, I leaned across the table and whispered, "You look hot with meat in your mouth Megan."

I leaned back as I watch you blush, continuing, "we will have to try that soon." My cock was fully stiff now, imagining what it would be like to watch my cum splatter your mouth and face.

I dug into my dinner. And as good as it was, I couldn't wait for it to be over.
 
Saturday Evening - Restaurant

Oh my god! I felt so embarrassed and could only imagined what I looked like at that moment. I was consciously eating the rest of my juicy burger carefully now that you got me all riled up with that comment.

"So, what are your plans for tonight?"


Not knowing what you actually wanted to do since we already had sex in the sex shop. I just thought how appropriate that sounded and giggled out loud.
 
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My eyes merrily watch you giggle, your breasts jiggling beneath your wisp of a dress.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you are tipsy," I tease, "but my plans include showing you around the club, and later having you for dessert."

I hadn't include that I would be having you before we left the club. No sense in spoiling the surprise.

A short while later, we had both finished dinner and were working on the last of the wine. Our waiter appeared, cleared the table and asked if we would be having dessert. "Not now," I smiled, "I wish to show her around."

"very good sir," he replied, giving the the check. I signed off on it, and got up, extending my hand to you. I watch as you take it and rise, the whole of your body coming into view again. The dress was simply an accent to your delightful body. I take your hand and guide you out a side door into a dark panelled hallway. We pass the bar and a couple function rooms. At the end of the hall, a door opens to a large game room, replete with pool tables and leather chairs. A small fire burned in the fire place. A bartender stood behind the bar at one end. I let you over, and asking if you would like a drink. He had a great view of you as you walked up, and cheerfully asked if he could help us.
 
Saturday Evening - Restaurant/Club Bar Room

It was very impressive as we walked down the hallway, passing all the rooms of the club when we arrived into the game room. Along the way, I clung onto your arm tightly as I was afraid I would stumble in my heels from all the wine I had been drinking.

The game room was very masculine with the dark wooden walls and solid burgundy leather couches and plush chairs. I turned and smiled at the cute bartender. We approached the bar and I could see the handsome dark features of the very tall and sexy bartender.

"Red wine please"

as I placed my hands on the edge of the bar for stability as I slid onto the stool, not realizing that my dress rose up very high on my thighs.

I turned and smiled at you as I sat back and adjusted my body in the stool.
 
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