Joanne had decided to spend her Saturday in the
shopping mall enjoying a little bit of retail therapy.
After all, she deserved it. Her useless husband was a
waste of space and her part time job was bringing in
more income than he did full time. It was only fair
that she was able to spend some of it on her.
She'd placed most of her shopping in a locker of the
Gold lounge of her favourite department store. Then
she'd gone off in pursuit of some sexy lingerie. In her
mind, she imagined the hunky contractor, Steve, she'd
recently enjoyed the company of. Until then, she'd
never been unfaithful to her hubby but not only was he
a loser in life, he was a loser in bed, too. Shame she
hadn't realised before she said, "I do".
Joanne had bought herself a skimpy matching set which
included a pretty, lacy black G string with an equally
skimpy black lacy bra. She was imagining Steve helping
her out of them at some point and the thoughts were
making her wet between her legs.
Barely concentrating on her surroundings, she reached
to top of the escalator and bumped into someone.
"Sorry," she said as though on auto pilot, looking up
and seeing a pair of eyes she recognised instantly. It
was Dave, her first real love and bed mate.
"Oh, Hiya," she beamed, her smile as the recognition
struck her. They hugged like you would a long lost
relative at the airport, Dave was as excited about
seeing her. They'd met a few times since she'd been
married, he even went to their wedding but the last
time he'd seen her, she'd been with hubby (Who was
looking like a lost puppy).
They talked as they walked, their conversation as open
and chatty as it had ever been, like they'd been away
on holiday, not a decade since they last spoke (or made
love).
"Say, why don't we go for a coffee," she suggested and
Dave was in complete agreement. He had only come to the
mall to kill time until the pub opened at lunchtime.
Maybe he could get her to come for a few drinks
afterwards, the thought to himself.
Joanne led the way to her favourite department store
which had cafeteria, heading for the lift as the café
was on a different floor. Dave couldn't help but notice
just how radiant Joanne looked. He still fancied her a
decade (a marriage and two kids later) on and his eyes
glazed over as he recalled the times they'd spent
together. It was the fear of commitment that drove them
apart, she rebounded straight into the arms of Matthew
who she'd also date for many months before finding Mr
Right (Yeah, right!) and getting married.
The lift emptied of shoppers and the pair of them
entered the lift before hitting the button for the
lower ground level. The doors closed on them and began
its descent. Joanne was just about to reopen the
conversation when the lift lurched and juddered,
overbalancing her into Dave's arms.
He caught her and she looked up at him, noticing his
pale blue eyes and rugged smile. God, she still fancied
him. Visions of Steve were superseded with memories of
her and Dave romping between the sheets, a porno movie
on in the background as they "joined in!"
"Are you OK?" he enquired, genuine concern in his
voice. Joanne nodded and stood herself up. Dave pressed
the alarm button and a few moments later the intercom
was activated. Dave explained the situation and the
security officer switched off the system whilst he made
a 999 phone call.
Dave and Joanne made small talk, joking with each
other. She wasn't great in enclosed spaces and Dave was
thinking he needed a drink, some thing stronger than
coffee, that's for sure.
Their general chit chat was interrupted by the security
guy who had the misfortune of telling them that the
fire service would be with them as soon as possible
but, because of a fire at the local general hospital,
there were no spare appliances to attend and it could
be n excess of an hour before they arrived. He switched
off the intercom before either of them could swear at
him!
"What are we going to do for the next hour?" she asked
him. Dave knew what he wanted but he held himself in
check for the time being.
"What's in the bag?" he enquired. Joanne showed him the
skimpy underwear she had recently purchased and Dave
looked impressed.
"Let's see what it looks like on" he urged her. Joanne
declined at first but she was secretly excited about
meeting Dave and the damp feeling between her legs from
earlier had moved from damp to dripping. Dave convinced
her that she hadn't got anything he hadn't seen before
and, anyway, he'd look the other way. Almost convinced,
she turned her back towards him and whipped her top of,
unclipping her bra and putting the new one on in a
movement so swift, if changing underwear was an Olympic
sport, Joanne would have won Gold!
She lifted her skirt and pulled down her briefs,
stepping into the new ones and pulling them up. Dave
got a brief glimpse of her buttocks and remembered the
noise his balls had made bashing against her beautiful
bottom as he'd entered her from behind. And the trouble
he'd had entering her anus, she at the time was an anal
virgin.
Joanne unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor as
she twirled round and Dave saw her in the flesh, some
black lacy material barely covering her modesty. He
felt the stirrings in his lap of an erection and all he
could say was "Wow!"
"You like?" she said, licking her lips seductively.
Dave smiled and was about to speak when the lift
lurched momentarily, making her fall into his arms
again, the suddenness taking them both by surprise.
Dave threw his arms out to catch her and as he hugged
her close, his actions had accidentally unclipped her
bra. Neither of them knew this until she stood up and
her bra fell down her arms to her feet.
"You are lovely," Dave said to her, taking in her
breasts for the first time in over a decade. At first
Joanne felt embarrassed but she was actually enjoying
the experience. Dave held her close again and pressed
his lips against hers.
"Stop, no," she protested between kisses. "I'm married
now!" Dave continued to kiss her, slowly, deeply,
passionately. His tongue began to probe her mouth and
again she protested, this time with less authority.
"Stop!" she moaned as he kissed her neck and worked his
way up to her ear lobes, his tongue licking her more
sensitive areas of her face, his warm breath increasing
her own levels of arousal. His lips moved back to hers
and she responded, her tongue now meeting his, her arms
around his neck pulling him closer.
Dave had moved a hand around from her back and had
cupped one of her tits, the sensation almost causing
him to ejaculate in his pants. Joanne moved a hand down
to his crotch and felt the unmistakable feeling of his
erection contained within his clothing. She pulled away
from his kisses and dropped to her knees, hastily
removing his trousers and pulling his briefs to his
ankles, urgency in her movement. She remembered the
enormity of his tool and the tell tale smell.
Dave always lubed up quickly, pre cum on the tip of his
dick almost instantly and a very strong masculine
odour. Essence of testosterone Joanne had called it and
it was unique to Dave (certainly from her long term
relationships).
She touched his erect cock and it seemed only like
yesterday since she'd last touched it, remembering
every last throbbing vein. She quickly drew breath
before placing it into her waiting mouth, tasting him
and loving it.
Dave was in heaven, this horny ex girlfriend now giving
him head in a lift was a real turn on. There were no
cctv in this lift, only an intercom and he could relax
and enjoy. As always, she was an expert at sucking cock
and in no time at all, he could feel himself
approaching climax.
"I'm gonna cum," he warned her, stroking her lovely
short dark hair. She looked up at him.
"Not in my mouth!" she implored. "You know I don't like
waste."
"Shall I cum on your tits?" he asked. Joanne shook her
head.
"Up your arse?" he suggested.
"No, don't waste it," she said again.
"It'll have to be your pussy then," he said. Joanne
thought about it for a moment, her oral actions
temporarily suspended, her left hand masturbating him.
Dave noticed her left hand wanking him and it looked so
sweet, her wedding ringed hand wanking him off. She was
married and she was playing with his dick.
"You mustn't," she said in a token attempt to stop him.
They both knew she wanted him to make love to her. Dave
stood her up and turned her around, Joanne leaned
forward so her hands were on the lift wall and Dave
removed her G string, helping her step out of them,
sniffing the wetness of her new briefs.
With her arse stuck out in his general direction,
together with her wiggle, Dave neared her with his
erect cock. He placed his fingers around her warm wet
cunt and his fingers probed at her. He moaned in
pleasure as his fingers explored her inners, his expert
fingers easily locating the areas that pleasured her
most. Riding Joanne was like riding a bicycle.
She moaned with pleasure again as his fingers worked
away at her pussy.
"Do it!" she commanded.
"Do what?" he teased her.
"Fuck me!" she ordered. "Fuck me like you used to. Fuck
me like before!" Dave did not need a second invitation
and his cock glided into her with ease. They both
moaned in pleasure and he pushed himself gently deeper.
"Oh, that feels so fucking good," she said out loud and
Dave had to agree. Vaguely, in the distance, you could
hear the store tannoy sending out sales messages about
special offers but neither of them were that fussed,
their attentions drawn to each other.
"Does your husband mind you doing this?" Dave asked as
he pounded his meat deep into her. She groaned between
her laboured breathing.
"Who cares?" she responded.
"Have you cheated on him before?"
"Mmm, you bet," Joanne replied, thrusting her hips back
into his. Dave's fingers found her clit and he
stimulated it, frigging and fucking her.
"You're a bit of a randy bitch, aren't you?" Dave
replied, his sensations increasing.
"Fuck me and I'll tell you," Joanne responded, her
humour as dry as ever.
"When do you want me to stop?" Dave asked, his own
breathing increasing.
"When hell freezes over" she panted. His fingers worked
her clit and she pushed back against his love rod, the
penetration as deep as it could be, her arousal
intensifying as her climax built. Dave was trying to
hold onto his climax but could not contain himself, his
ejaculation catching Joanne by surprise and the thought
of Dave's warm sticky spunk in her sent her over the
top and her climax struck.
Joanne's body seemed momentarily paralysed as her
muscles contracted, her breathing suspended until the
climax abated. She felt exhausted and as her muscles
began to relax, she could feel Dave's heart rate
pounding through the big vein in his dick which was
still buried inside her.
"You've not lost your touch," Joanne said, smiling as
she felt Dave's erection slide out of her with a
slurping sound.
"You could use a bit more practice," Dave jested with
her. "When can we do it again?"
They both laughed and gathered their clothing. Dave
picked up her old panties and stuffed them in his
pocket, a little momento of his interaction with his
horny ex girlfriend.
Joanne was clipping up her bra when a voice echoed down
from above. It was the fire service. Dave and Joanne
responded whilst dressing, their voices calm despite
the slight panic. Panic soon lead to amusement and they
laughed.
"Fancy a proper drink at the pub?" Dave said. Joanne
smiled.
"Yes. Why not?" She was in no hurry to get back to her
boring shit of a husband.
"Maybe we could do this again?" Dave suggested. Joanne
assumed he did not mean going for a drink together. Her
train of thought imagined how erotic it could be if she
could have Dave while hubby watched. Or maybe if she
were to invite Matthew, her boyfriend she'd dated after
she'd split with Dave.
A wicked smile appeared on her face. What about both of
them. Now there's a thought.
"You up for a challenge?" she said to Dave as the lift
doors were prised apart.
"What sort of challenge?" he replied, curiosity getting
the better of him.
"Buy me a drink, big boy, and I'll tell you," she said,
giving his bum a playful squeeze before as the left the
department store.
