I wrote a short version of this story as a sort of “small plate.” But I got lots of mail and comments that it was too short, that it ended too soon. So here is the “entrée” version.
He didn’t even notice her at first as he walked up the street away from San Francisco train station. Suddenly he realized she was talking to him.
“Is this the right way for Pow Wall?”
He turned to look at her. She was Chinese, he guessed around thirty although she looked younger. She was smartly dressed in a dark business suit, presumably having come from work. She was short, barely five feet tall, and slim. Her black hair was cut short. She had a strong accent, probably came to the US as an adult.
“Pow Wall?”
“Yes, Pow Wall. There’s a mall there.”
“Ah, Powell. Yes, it’s a few blocks to Market Street and then you want to turn left. Powell will be on your right. But you probably want the San Francisco Center on the left.”
The lights changed and they walked across the street.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Chicago.”
“I bet it’s warmer there than it is here.”
“At this time of year. Of course in winter it’s horribly cold.”
“Here it’s backwards. It’s cold in summer. So, Chicago girl, what are you going to buy up on Pow Wall.”
“I need to get a new dress. We’ve got an award dinner tomorrow night and apparently I’ve won something so I need to be smart.”
“What do you do, Chicago girl?”
“I’m in software sales. Apparently I sold the most in the mid-West.”
“Congratulations. So what sort of dress are you going to get. A little black number?”
“No, that’s boring. Something more interesting. What do you think?”
“I’m not sure. I’d have to see it on you. But you’ve got a great figure so I’d go for something that hugs your body.”
“This is a business dinner! I want to get an award not get…” She paused, obviously slightly self-conscious having backed herself into a corner in the conversation.
“Get laid? Is that what you were going to say, Chicago girl.”
“I suppose. It’s funny talking to you like this. I mean you’re a complete stranger I only met a few minutes ago.”
“Are you married?”
He took her left hand and looked for a ring. He noticed that she didn’t pull her hand away immediately.
“No.”
“Boyfriend?”
“You are inquisitive. But no.”
They stopped at the lights at the next road. He turned to face her. “But you’ve had boyfriends?”
She looked away, embarrassed at his directness. “A few.”
He backed off and moved the subject to something casual. “So when did you come to the US?”
“After college. About eight years ago. I hardly spoke any English when I first got here.”
He surprised her by asking the next question in Chinese. “Ni shi zhong guo ren ma?”
“You speak Chinese!”
“Yi dianr. Only a little. Your English is much better than my Chinese. So where are we going to buy your dress?”
“We?”
“I thought you wanted my opinion. But I’ll have to see it on you to give you that.”
“Where do you suggest?”
“Nordstroms, I suppose. But I’m not an expert on these things. I’ll walk you there. It’s in the mall you were aiming for originally. It’s only a couple more blocks. Where’s your awards dinner?”
“Back down the peninsula in Palo Alto. I just came up on the train for the evening. I’ve never been to San Francisco before.”
“Then you must see the city this evening.”
They continued to chat until they arrived at Nordstroms. He led her to the escalator up to the floor where evening gowns were sold. An assistant came and helped her pick out a couple of potential dresses. He waited outside the changing room while she went in and changed into the first one.
She came out in a figure-hugging maroon dress. At least it would be figure hugging but she’d not managed to completely do up the zip up the back.
“Can you zip me up?” she said to him and turned. Her back was a naked strip of latte-colored skin, just the black slash of her bra strap interrupting the gap between the two sides of the zip. He reached out and pulled up the zipper, trailing his finger against her skin as he did so.
“What do you think?” she said, twirling around in front of him.
“I think that’s a getting laid dress, not a getting an award dress.”
He followed her back into the changing room. He reached out and undid the long zip as he pushed the door closed behind them.
He ran his finger up her spine. She shivered. He could tell she was on edge, almost unable to breathe.
“You’ve got lovely skin,” he said quietly as he stood behind her, his mouth close by her ear. He reached around her and put one hand on her stomach so she couldn’t move away. It seemed to calm her down and the tension went out of her body as she relaxed back against him.
He continued “I don’t know why women like you with beautiful firm small breasts bother to wear a bra.” He reached down and unclipped it. Then he slid his other hand inside her dress and around onto the bare skin of her stomach. He felt her shiver slightly.
He slowly stroked her, his hand moving under her dress to just below where her bra hung loosely, back down to the waistband of her panties. He could feel her body tensing again. She was struggling between arousal and self-control.
“Relax,” he said. “You don’t have to say it. You’ve never done anything like this in your life before.”
She nodded. He bent forward and lightly kissed her on the back of her neck while his hand continued to caress her stomach. He continued to plant little kisses on her neck as his hand moved higher, pushing her useless bra out of the way so that his fingertips moved out on the swelling of her small breasts. She held her breath in anticipation of the moment when his fingers would touch her nipples.
“Isn’t it exciting, Chicago girl? You know you ought to stop me but you know you won’t. You might never get an opportunity like this ever again,” he whispered. He moved his hand higher this time, fingertips just sliding onto the rougher skin an areola. The tip of his finger just touched her nipple. Her whole body twitched as if he’d touched a switch.
With his other hand he pushed the top of her dress off her shoulders, along with her bra. Now she was naked from the waist up, the dress hanging loose from her waist.
They both watched in the mirror, as if they were watching other people, as his finger and thumb closed over her nipple. It was already rock hard from her arousal.
While he gently pinched her nipple, his other hand slid around her body onto her stomach, before stroking lower, sliding over the outside of her panties. He could feel the texture of her pubic hair through the thin material.
“Aren’t you excited, Chicago girl?” he said. “Knowing that in a moment I’m going to slip my hand into your panties.”
He moved his fingers a little lower, fingertips just pressing through her panties against the softness of her outer lips. She pushed her hips forward almost infinitesimally pushing herself against his fingers.
“You want to feel my finger in your pussy, don’t you?”
She nodded her head slowly.
“Are you wet? I bet you are.”
His hand slid up off her panties back onto her stomach. He pushed the remains of her dress down over her hips and it puddled around her ankles. Then his hand slid down slowly. When it reached the waistband of her panties he worked his fingertips under the elastic. His hand moved lower out of sight, slipping through the soft silkiness of her hair.
She gasped as his finger reached the start of her slit. She bent her knees and spread her thighs slightly as if to pull him in. His finger slipped into the wet furrow between her lips and then spread some of her juice onto her clit.
“You are so wet,” he whispered. “And your clit is so hard.” His finger circled on it, coaxing even more arousal out of her body. She moaned. Then bit her lip trying to keep herself quiet. His finger crept lower, seeking her entrance, slipping inside her. She moaned again through her clenched mouth. He started to stroke her in long movements, starting with his finger inside her, slowly sliding up between her lips and over her clit, before sliding back down and slipping back into the warm wet depths of her pussy.
“You want to come don’t you?” he whispered.
He continued to fuck her with his finger, feeling her body tighten as her climax approached. Her hips started to rock back and forth against him, gently fucking his finger.
“I want to fuck you later, Chicago girl. You want that don’t you?”
Her body was wound like a tight spring, just on the point of orgasm.
“Imagine you are on your back, your legs spread wide, your knees pulled up.”
He pressed the hard bulge in his jeans against her ass. “Imagine my rigid cock sliding into your pussy.”
He flicked her clit hard and she detonated. She groaned loudly. He moved his hand from her breast to her mouth to silence her as his finger drove her orgasm up to its crescendo.
She looked up at the mirror as her orgasm slowly subsided. She could see him standing behind her, her dress around her ankles, his hand down the front of her panties, his other hand over her mouth.
Her removed the hand from her mouth and slowly withdrew his other hand from her panties.
“I want to see your pussy, Chicago girl.”
He put his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them down. He looked at her in the mirror, now completely naked. She only had a little pubic hair, not so much she needed to trim it but enough to hide all but the hint of the lips of her sex.
He turned her round to face him and then pushed her back against the chair in the corner of the changing room. She sat down, her legs together demurely. He squatted down in front of her, put his hands on her knees and slowly moved them apart. She slid forward to the edge of the chair, as if offering him her pussy.
She had big coffee-colored inner lips that spread open like the delicate wings of some sort of exotic moth. She reached down and placed a finger along her slit, her lips pushed out to the sides. Then she curved her finger and the tip vanished between her lips into her opening. She pulled her finger out and licked it, tasting her own arousal.
Below her pussy was the tight asterisk of her asshole. He wondered if she’d ever let anyone enter her there. He bent forward and gently touched her with his tongue. She shivered in surprise that his first touch was her asshole. He circled there a few times and then moved higher, pressing his tongue between her lips and running it the length of her furrow up toward her clit, but not quite touching it, teasing her.
She reached down and with her fingertips she parted her outer lips, opening up her sex for him and revealing the pinkness within. She pulled her fingers up a little and pulled the hood away from her clit. She shivered again when his tongue finally touched it, the very tip circling the tiny pink pearl.
His tongue slowly caressed her clit. He reached up and pushed a fingertip between her lips, circling just outside her entrance. While his tongue continued to delight her clit, his circling finger slowly moved deeper, easily entering her despite her tightness due to the wetness from her earlier orgasm.
He changed his rhythm and started to slip his finger slowly in and out of her, gradually fucking his finger deeper and deeper. She started to rock her hips a little, pushing her body forward against his probing finger.
As her body started to relax a little he brought up his other hand and roughly pushed a second finger into her. She yelped in surprise at the unexpected invasion. He continued to lick her clit as his fingers fucked her harder now. He pulled the second finger out and moved it lower, rubbing her juices on her asshole. He circled her asshole briefly before pushing just his fingertip into the tight ring.
Her body was tensing at the approach of her climax. Her hips were rocking harder against his fingers as her arousal built up. When he sensed she was just about to come he drove three fingers into her cunt and thrust his finger into her ass. She screamed out in a mixture of surprise and pleasure and then her orgasm hit her hard. He could feel the rhythmic contractions in her cunt and her asshole as she came. He carried on licking her clit and fucking her with his fingers as her climax went on and on. Slowly the explosion in her body subsided.
She sat there motionless, her eyes still closed. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and watched as her brown lips slowly folded back over the pink hole like a flower closing up at night.
He stood up. She slowly opened her eyes. He bent down and kissed her on the mouth for the first time. Her tongue immediately sought out his, violently communicating her desire. Her fingers scrabbled at his zipper, urgently seeking his cock. Any sense of modesty was completely gone now, her animal instincts were driving her.
“Hang on Chicago girl,” he said, undoing his belt and opening his jeans. Her hand dived into his underwear and grabbed him. She bent forward and wrapped her mouth over his cockhead while her fist held his shaft. Her tongue experimentally licked his cock. He guessed she hadn’t done this much before. But any lack of experience was more than made up for by enthusiasm. He thrust his hips back and forth a little, moving his cock gently back and forth in her mouth. Her tongue was swirling around his cockhead now, making him seemingly even harder. He grabbed her hair and pulled her onto his cock, pushing his cockhead into the back of her throat. He wouldn’t be able to last long as she roughly attacked his cock. He pulled out of her mouth.
“Hold those hooks, Chicago girl.”
She turned face to the wall and put one hand on each of the two widely spaced hooks. She moved her feet apart. She rolled her hips forward until he could see her pussy lips between her legs. He came up behind her, nestled his cock in the entrance to her body and then thrust forward and up, burying himself in her in a single deep thrust. She gasped and pushed her ass back hard against him.
He slowly moved back until is cock was barely inside her, and then slid back into her gently until his belly was pushed against her ass again. She felt tight on his cock, but welcomingly warm and wet. He moved back and stopped with his cock barely touching her lips. She slowly pushed her hips back, pushing his rigid cock into her pussy again. He stood there motionless for a moment as she rocked her hips back and forth gently fucking him. No, it was more sensual than that. She was making love to him. He bent forward and kissed her neck again.
He licked her ear. “Don’t stop, Chicago girl,” he said almost inaudibly.
She squeezed the muscles in her cunt, tightening herself onto his cock even more as she continued to move her ass back and forth, fucking him lovingly. He put his hands on her hips and started to push himself forward in time with her. Their bodies moved as one as they increased the tempo. They started to get more vigorous. She was almost hanging from the hooks on the wall as she threw her ass back against his oncoming hips, burying him back inside her.
She moaned, lost in her arousal and obviously close to coming yet again. He held her hips still and made several quick short thrusts into her. That was enough to take her over the edge again and she started to come, less intensely this time.
“I’m going to come, Chicago girl,” he said. She thrust her hips back even harder against him. A few more thrusts from her and his own climax started. He pulled out and rested his cock between her cheeks. She rocked her ass against his cock, milking warm jets of come onto her lower back.
Finally their bodies were still. He stepped away. She remained standing there with her legs spread, her hands still gripping the hooks. Between her thighs, her lips glistened with her juices. The white droplets of his come contrasted against her light brown skin under the unremitting glare of the fluorescent lights.
“I think I was right, Chicago girl. That was more of a getting laid dress than a getting an award dress. But I’m going to buy it for you anyway.”