Nora hugged herself and shivered a little. The dressing room lounge had a stiff breeze, but she couldn’t return to the warmth of the individual room until she’d picked the rest of the items marked M off the rack.
She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her in just a bra and borrowed underwear – after 8, they closed off the lingerie department and she was left alone to clean up. Or model what her customers had left behind.
It thrilled her, to know that other pussies had rested on the fabric she slipped on, strangers whose names she would never know but whose bodies had, in a fashion, mingled with hers. She snatched a last lacy black number and dashed off blushing.
Nora didn’t bother to lock the door and slid the pink thong down her leg with her thumb. With her other hand, she pinched the black panties off their hangar.
Something moved in the mirror and she frowned faintly, turning to tug the stubborn door closed again against the breeze. Straightening up, with nothing on below the waist, she came face to face with a girl with short-cropped blonde hair and a hot pink, coy smile.
“No, don’t!” the girl said, laughing, as Nora swallowed her scream and scrambled to recover her modesty with the black underwear. "Please don’t. Your ass is adorable.“
"My – ” Nora’s fingers began to tremble. Never had she dared admit to anyone but herself that it was the leggy ladies that made her wet. Certainly she had never pursued a girl, and only dreamed of it with strangers, because knowing her name might make her something to fear. "I don’t understand,“ she finished, dropping her hands and hoping her flush didn’t make her blotchy.
"Shhh,” the girl said, and slid around the door, locking it behind her. Her hands still against the wall, she asked, “May I kiss it?”
“Your ass. I promise, lip to cheek contact only. It’s just so fucking adorable. Please? Butts? For me? I’ll be cute.” And the blonde girl pouted her perfect pink lips and Nora shook harder.
“Okay,” she said in a voice so tiny she didn’t recognize it as hers.
The girl clapped her hands and took two long strides to come up behind Nora. Even as Nora hugged her own shoulders and tried not to close her eyes, the stranger was down on her knees and her soft lips tingled right at the center, on both cheeks.
Nora sighed. "Oh,“ she said.
She looked around in the mirror behind her. The girl had her hands resting on Nora’s thighs, her hair making her look like a mischievous pixie as she smiled back at the glass. Between Nora’s cheeks rested a bright pink kiss mark.
Nora began to giggle, and it made her wobble, so she reached out for the girl’s hair. The girl looked up, and Nora’s pussy tightened as she recognized the look in the stranger’s eyes.
"I’m Evi,” the girl said softly, and then it was too late.
I want to scream and punch things and go for a really long walk and hibernate with shitty TV and just not come out of hiding until this stress is just
I’ve never had a partner before who actually took their shit seriously and cared about what they did and who they are so much that they actually hurt when they think they’ve done it wrong
not wrong – NOT WRONG
it’s just really
(yet I can stand here and truly say that no one in my whole life has ever been so strong and so brave and so altruistic as you
who doubts himself at every turn
stop stop you’ll never be anything less than the glory I can see)
Hundreds of thousands of applicants to be the first to technologically make out in their car, and we won.
Henry and I were both shivering, our hands wound tightly together, as we stood in the driveway and watched the logo-encrusted van pull in. Out popped a smiling Latino man, the sort that hosts late-night variety shows.
“Amigos! I am Jorge. Let me see – you must be Henry,” he said, bobbing Henry’s free hand up and down. My husband could barely nod. "And you have got to be the lovely and talented Rosa. We loved loved loved your essay. So let’s get this started, eh?“
He and his crew went about pulling parts from their van. I stood so enraptured with their process and products that I didn’t even notice Henry pull the groaning C230 out of the garage.
"Here she is,” Henry said, an unnatural amount of fondness in his voice as he patted the hood with one hand. "Our first car.“ He looked at me and smiled. "She’s pretty special.”
“Wonderful,” Jorge said, and his team descended upon our car like ants to watermelon.
A few hours later, they let us come back outside and sat us in the front seats. There were now strange apparatuses scattered between our legs, under the seats, and around the instrument panels. I lifted something that looked like a suction cup on Henry’s side. "What is all this?“
"Virtual reality,” Jorge said in an eerie sing-song voice as he snapped something down over my eyes.
I was now staring at the inside of the car, but nakedly. I squeaked and went to cover myself even as I turned to the left, where an equally naked Henry sat looking just as startled as I did. "Woah,“ he said.
Suddenly the apparatuses came to life. A long, slender tube snaked its way between my legs and hovered at my entrance. Henry gulped as the suction cup clamped on to his dick.
"And go,” said Jorge’s disembodied voice; we were completely alone in our virtual world.
The car began to fuck us.
It rocked with the motion of a skilled human being, and Henry and I both drew in our breath at once. My hand went to his. He reached over and grabbed my shirt front and stroked my tongue with his. I struggled not to climax too quickly – while strangers were watching, what was I thinking?! – but the car was persistent, and I shuddered around the tube. Henry’s hand tightened on mine.
“This – is – awesome,” he said, before his words collapsed like a tent and he made noises and the car gently came to a stop.