Just when I’m about to give up on any idea of getting to get fucked by Alex in my favorite boutique in my last virgin hole, Mariah comes to the rescue. I see her approaching us from a café table, Paul right by her side.
As has become expected between us, Mariah answers me before I can ask any of the questions I have for her about where she’s going with him, or what they’re planning to do. We’re just psychically linked like that. “Paul invited me to go up the mountain with him,” she says. She smiles, glancing at Alex briefly, before switching back to me. “He offered to go with me on one run. One on one of the more difficult courses.”
I act surprised, but I’m not really. In her eyes, I see more than what she says out loud. Hopes and wishes like mine for another fuck. I’m not the only one with the bigger appetite this morning. “Oh, okay.” I sling my arm around Alex’s waist, like I’m the boy and he’s the girl. Mostly for Mariah’s benefit, so she doesn’t worry about me or what I’ll do without her. “Have fun, you two.” I pack those words full of innuendo. Intonation, hoping Mariah will get that I get what’s really on her mind.
True to her more responsible, virginal, outlook on life, it completely blows past her. Instead, she replies as if I’m jealous. Anxious to have her leaving, not to have her gone.
“I’ll be back after one run, okay, Jane?”
Internally I roll my eyes. “It’s really okay, Mariah,” I say. If I could say to you what I really needed to, you would know how much I want you gone. Out of here for at least an hour.
Again, Mariah reads the irritation in my face wrong. Reads it like I’m unsure of her being in Paul’s company, not that I want to be out of hers.
“I’ll be back after one. I promise,” says Mariah, almost treating me like a mother, not a best friend.
I wave her away, hugging Alex to me. Please go do something besides worry about me, Mariah. I think this, taking a moment to savor Alex’s smell. Freshly showered. I thought I could wait a little longer for another taste of him, but I can’t. I’ve been hungry for him ever since I got out of the shower! Out loud I say, “Whatever, lady. Just do you, and I’ll see you when you get back.” I wink at Paul, making a hidden gesture about more sex. Somehow, I hope this will encourage him to encourage her to be gone longer.
Of course, like the good older brother, he doesn’t answer my gesture with one. He just Mariah’s hand a little harder, before turning and walking toward the entrance to the café with her. Before long, they are both of the doors, and why did out by the falling snow.
When I’m sure they’re gone for real, I turn back to Alex. I pull my arm out from around his waist, saying, “so, did you mean it?”
His eyes gleam. “About the dressing room?”
I nod, lacking the ability to speak or breathe now. Though he has and laid a hand on me my mind is awash with the possibilities. With how and where he’ll touch me first; what he’ll use on me in the dressing room, even if he didn’t bring his little black bags of fun.
“Are you questioning me?” he says, pulling me up off the couch with him. As he did when we arrived at the lodge last night, he makes me walk ahead of him out the doors of the café, and into the snow. “If you think I’m dishonest, let me show you just how serious I am.” As we walk across the short bit of pavement that connects the café to the ski boutique, I hear him unzip or pull down part of his pants. Then, he lets me feel his hardening dick on the small of my back. He is lifted up a small bit of my jacket and sweater to do so. “Still don’t think I mean it?” he whispers as we step into the shop.
I know I should answer him, but I’m too excited to answer. Just looking at the restrooms, is enough to make my stomach flip.
***
“Get up on that bench. Kneel on it,” orders Alex the minute we whirl into the dressing room, after faking out the clerk with a handful of garments we said we were going to “try on.” He ditches the clothes, and takes down mine. I haven’t even gotten into much of a kneeling position, and already he’s pulling my sweatpants and panties clear off my ass. “And get off that sweater,” he adds, whipping down his own clothing. His rock-hard penis springs forward almost immediately, standing straight and tall. It glistens silently, taunting of the unknowing people on the other side of this dressing room.
I lift up my jacket and sweater quickly, moving to take them off entirely. But Alex stops me. “Oh, no, no, no,” he scolds, coming over to adjust my clothing for himself. “You’re going to need something to keep you quiet, while you’re being trained.” He removes my arms from the sweater, and then uses the body of that sweater as a makeshift gag around my mouth. “Keep your teeth in that. And keep quiet, baby girl.” He ties the arm sleeps together around my head for extra measure. “Just because you have something covering that big mouth doesn’t mean you can go around squealing like a hungry porn star.” Despite the gruff tone he’s taking with me, I see a smile in his eyes. Warmth around the edges, which does nothing but make me feel more tingly. Cold with excitement. Anticipation. “You need to keep quiet,” he tells me. “Wouldn’t want to alert the clerk that we’re not trying on sizes of jackets, now would we?”
On “sizes” I see Alex stroke his dick. He’s positioned himself so I can see what he’s doing. With a flourish, he takes a condom out of his back pocket. He waggles it at me, before tearing it open with his teeth, and folding it sexily onto his shiny, red tip and working it down his lengthy, happy shaft.
When it securely on, he grabs something else from another back pocket. A bottle of travel -sized lube. As he makes his way over to me, adjust my posture on the bench so I’m dealing with my ass higher up in the air, he squeezes a good amount in his hand. He then rubs it between his fingers, before rubbing it in between my ass cheeks, and finally dipping it deep into my hole. As his slick, warming fingers penetrate my ass, I feel queasy. Not like I’m going to throw up, but like I’m about to do something really risky. Naughty.
Which I am. If I don’t keep quiet, Alex and I could end up in jail. With Daddy having to bail us out.
I blush, feeling his fingers penetrate me a bit deeper, before he squeezes the rest of the small bottle of lube on his cock, and strokes it over each thick inch. After making sure he is covered from tip to shaft in good, he moves to take up his position behind me. As he pushes down his dick so it’s in line with my teased and waiting back door.
“Remember: stay quiet. No matter what you feel, you have to keep your mouth shut.” Alex pauses, letting me hear just how many people are right outside the thin walls of our dressing room. How many potential witnesses there would be, if I so much as let out an errant whimper.
I nod.
“I’m putting my cock in your ass now, baby girl.” He pauses, sticking his fingers in my tender but welcoming pussy. Even just that little bit of flash on flesh makes my body temperature spiked. Makes me sweat and drool, though I should be cold from the drafty air. “It’s not gonna feel like you’re pussy. It’s going to feel different. Tighter. Maybe a little more uncomfortable, but that’s just before things get going.” At the entrance to my ass, I can feel his head beginning to poke. Prod. Test the waters, and they’re a little more inviting than he or I am expecting. After just a little bit of poking, my asshole practically reaches out and grabs him. Sucks him in without much forcing or effort.
He just slides right in, thanks to the lube, and thanks to his finger-work the night before.
Alex says this just as I think it. “My fingers were a good idea,” he says, moving said fingers slowly and then more vigorously in and out of my pussy. A pussy that is quickly and noisily beginning to eat him. He hasn’t been at it for more than a minute, and already she’s slurping. “They gave you an appetite, not just an expectation.” Slowing down his fingering, he feeds his fingers into my pussy until the all the way up to his knuckles. At the same time, he pushes his dick further up my ass.
I grunt, quaking under both sensations of being penetrated. Of being filled to capacity, but I don’t make any noises that could make it through my sweater sleeves. He increases the tempo on his fingers, and then proceeds to bring the speed up on his cock as well. Not to the same as his hand. A little slower, but no less intense. On each movement in and out, he makes me feel every inch. Every little drag of the condom against my ridges. Against the lube squishing around in there.
Quickly, I feel overwhelmed. Assaulted in the best way possible. For not having had sex before, let alone anal, I’m surprised to find myself leaning in to him. Rocking back and to his penis and fingers, though it makes my stomach hurt. My womb tingle with an oddly-pleasant “sour” sensation like I’m sucking on hard lemons, not skin.
“Oh, good girl, good girl,” whispers Alex hotly under his breath, as I lean into him. He snakes his free hand under my bra, and fondles both of my breasts. Pinches and twists both of my hard, puffy nipples intern; all without missing a beat on fucking me. Even as he pulls on my nipples and jiggles my breasts, his fingers and penis are still going in and out of my pussy and ass respectively. At the same speed they were before he reached up to handle me.
I let out a raspy sigh, wondering how in the hell I’m going to stay quiet through much more of this. Already, I’m finding it hard to bite back little moans. Small squeals and yelps, but I keep them wedged in my throat. If even one escapes, he might stop.
And I don’t want him to stop.
If anything, I want him to fuck me harder.
Which he does almost immediately after I think it, as if he can read my mind. He pushes me away from him a bit, and repositions my butt so it’s high in the air again. That done, he proceeds to up the intensity of his thrusts. Now it’s enough to cause the bench to rattle. Creek some, as if a storm’s washing up on it. He increases the tempo again in no time, and now he’s actually pressed into me, his cock striking the inside of me like lightning.
He grunts — almost groans — but before it can get out into the air, he plants his mouth on the back of my neck. A bit of a squeal and rubs out of me at this, but I quickly silence it by putting my head down on the bench. Anything to keep myself quiet, but it doesn’t stop Alex from sucking on me like a vampire. If anything, it encourages it.
And, and this moment, I wouldn’t ask for anything more. Not when feeling so possessed — so devoured — is exactly what I’ve always wanted. His weight isn’t suffocating. It’s comforting. His hold restrains me, but I feel free in it. Free to give up all control, which is what I do as he grabs my hips, and pounds and to me with everything he has.
I’m so lit up in the back, I don’t even miss the fingers not being in my pussy anymore. All I want is more of his fat boy in my dirty, slutty ass. With the way the muscles are contracting back there, with the urge to release growing back there, I imagine what it would be like for him to cum directly inside that hole. Squirt every drop of his white frosting in me, and watch it drip out of my little strawberry-pink anus.
The minute I think that, I cum. I feel ashamed for a moment, as I ride the title wave of warmth up and over my crouched position on the bench. I scold myself for the shutters passing through me, until I remember that he didn’t tell me I couldn’t cum. Unlike last night, he didn’t specify that I had to get his permission.
Helping take away my “shame,” is the fact that Alex is cuming right above me. Straining. Shaking. Gurgling almost, with the strength of what is shooting through him and into the rubber.
I breathe a little easier, and hold still for the rest of his orgasm to work through him.
It does so beautifully. Like water up against a beach, it ebbs over and through me like a wave. Like a rolling cloud.
Almost as soon as it starts, it ends. Soon, Alex takes his cock from my ass, and stows the condom back in his back pocket. But not before folding the material in on itself, and repackaging it in the dropped condom wrapper.
No evidence, no crime.
“Not a single sound,” he marvels quietly. “Good girl.” He pulls up my underwear and pants. When they are back up over my hips, he pats my butt lovingly. Possessively. “I love how easily you can be trained,” he says, helping me off my knees and onto my feet.
“I love how easily I can please you,” I say, fixing my own bra and sweater. I grab some of the clothes Alex had us lie about trying on, and put them over my arm. I try my best to make them look a little disheveled, like someone did try them on. “If you can think of some other ways I can do that,” I whisper, heading out of the dressing room ahead of him, “I’d love to hear them.”
I hear, “Meet me at the hot tub. Bring your friend,” as I get the clerk’s attention.
When I see that at Alex has successfully abated detection, I whisper, “Hot tub sounds great.” I move to put the clothes back on the hanger, in case anyone might’ve seen us come out of the same dressing room, and feel tempted to tattle. “I’ll have to check with Mariah first, though.” I blow him a kiss.
He catches it in a comically animated way. “Okay,” he says. “I’m gonna go, but I’ll see you at the hot tub later.”
Saying that, he shoves his hands in his pockets, and walks nonchalantly out of the store.