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 Archive name: xmasshop.txt (MF, cons, cheat)
 Authors name: Rick R. rickr@jumpnet.com
 Story Title : Christmas Shopping

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 Christmas...my favorite time of year.  The smell of
 wood smoke in the air, the way you can see your breath
 as you walk down the street from one shop to another,
 the smell of pine as you walk into the house after a
 long day at work and the way the lighted tree greets
 you as you walk through the door. 
 
 Then of course, there's the shopping.  The malls, the
 crowds, it just gives me a complete rush.
 
 I had just finished up with what I was sure was the
 last of my Christmas shopping, and headed out to my car
 at the far end of the parking lot.  I tossed the pack-
 ages into the trunk, climbed into the driver's seat and
 turned the key... 
 
 Dead silence... 
 
 "Oh, Shit!" I said to myself.  A dead battery and the
 mall was about two minutes from closing!   
 
 I jumped out of the car and ran, hell bent for leather,
 toward the door. Just as I got to it, a big burly guard
 was jamming his key into the lock and gave me a decid-
 edly un-Christmasy look.   
 
 "Closed," was all he said, and gruffly would be putting
 it kindly. 
 
 I tried to explain my plight, but he was having none of
 it. It was colder than a well diggers ass outside and I
 was afraid I was going to have to spend the next hour
 searching up a phone booth in the winter weather, and I
 was not relishing that idea in the least.  I knew it
 was warm inside and that's where I wanted to be. 
 
 Just as he was giving me another dirty look, this
 gorgeous woman came up behind him, looking for him to
 unlock the door to let her out. As he did so, I quickly
 explained to her what was happening to me, imploring
 her for her assistance with the guard.   

 "Come on, Butch," she smiled sweetly at the brute.  A
 smile that could easily melt the polar ice cap and
 certainly had the desired effect on ol' Butch.  "The
 same thing has happened to me, and I sure was glad when
 someone took pity and helped me out.  Besides, it's
 Christmas time.  Don't be such a Scrooge!" 

 "Okay, Miss Cindy, if you say it's okay, then I guess
 it is."  Suddenly he sounded more like a school boy
 than the big bad security guard he first appeared to
 be. 
 
 She walked me back through the mall to her store, which
 delighted me no end.  She had brown hair and was in-
 credibly proportioned, with the best looking ass in a
 tight skirt I had ever seen.  She stopped in front of
 her store and I just stared.  As it turned out, she was
 the manager of the local "Victoria's Secret" outlet.
 She inserted her key and the gate silently began to
 ascend.  She raised it just enough to let us pass, then
 closed it once again.   
 
 As we picked our way to the back of the store and the
 phone she looked even lovelier in the dim security
 lights. "You're taking quite a chance letting me come
 in here alone with you like this," I observed. 
 
 "I'm a pretty good judge of character," she replied,
 "and by the way your pants are fitting you right now,
 I'd say you have a LOT of character."  With a smile,
 she continued, "Besides, if I really had anything to
 worry about, you wouldn't have made that last comment."
 
 She showed me to the phone and I called my auto club.
 It was a little difficult to concentrate since the
 phone was back in the storeroom and I found myself
 beginning to imagine my guardian angel modeling most
 of them. 
 
 I hung up the phone and said, "I really appreciate your
 helping me out.  It will be about an hour before they
 can get here, and I don't want to keep you from your
 family, so I'll just wait outside in my car for them."
 
 "Nonsense," she replied.  "There is no family waiting
 for me, and besides, it's too damned cold to be waiting
 out in your car.  Besides, you could really help ME out
 if you would be so inclined." 
 
 "Sure!" I blurted out, perhaps a bit too fast. "Well,
 what I mean is..." I blushed. 
 
 "I know what you meant," she smiled again, "but I'm not
 sure you knew what I meant.  I want to get something
 that my boyfriend will absolutely cum in his jeans when
 he sees me in it, but I really need a man's opinion." 
 
 Agreeing, but this time in a somewhat more respectable
 tone and tempo, I waited outside the dressing room. 
 
 "By the way, what's your name?" she asked as she was
 changing. 
 
 "Rick," I replied. 
 
 "Well, Rick, I'm glad your car had a dead battery. You
 are going to help me out a lot by doing this."  I
 couldn't quite tell what tone she was using but it sent
 a shiver up my spine and a hard on in my pants. 
 
 Opening the door, she asked, "Well, what do you think?"
 
 She stood there in an emerald green teddy, with high
 cut thighs and the kind of fit that just gently flowed
 over her wonderful breasts.  Her nipples were easily
 visible through the silky material and they were hard
 as pebbles. 
 
 I was absolutely speechless.  She was the vision of
 every man's dream, a goddess, the most incredibly sexy,
 sensual, beautiful woman in the world. 
 
 She moved closer to me, encircled one arm around my
 neck, pulling my head to hers.  Our lips parted, our
 tongues explored as her other hand went straight to
 the bulge in my jeans and cupped it.  Breaking away
 for a moment from our kiss, she breathed, "You can
 say the most incredible things without speaking," and
 then resumed her exploration of my mouth with her
 tongue as I did the same. 
 
 She backed us into the dressing room and closed the
 door.  As I opened my eyes, I was dazzled to find the
 entire dressing room was covered with mirrors.  Our
 bodies seemed to go on forever, thousands of lovers
 for eternity. 
 
 She removed my shirt and threw it on the floor.  Her
 nails raked across my chest as she knelt in front of
 me.  She unbuckled my jeans and released my throbbing
 member, reflected a thousand times in the mirrors as
 she took me into her mouth and swallowed me whole.
 God Almighty, could this woman suck a cock.  With the
 ease and agility of a cobra swallowing it's dinner.  I
 could literally feel the head of my cock slide down her
 throat as her lips glided over my shaft completely
 taking me into her. 
 
 "Fuck me...right against the wall, I want you to fuck
 me...hard and fast Rick, God I want all of your big
 cock inside me..." she whispered into my ear as she
 stood. 
 
 My hand went to her crotch, searching for the snaps to
 release her.  As I touched her, my finger immediately
 went through the material and I realized her teddy was
 crotchless.  Picking her up, I positioned her over my
 cock.  It easily passed through the opening in the
 material and entered her dripping pussy, sliding in
 like a hand in a glove. 
 
 My cock began to piston in and out of her.  "Your
 tits...I want to suck your tits while I'm inside you
 Cindy," I whispered.  She eased the straps off her
 shoulders and the material fell around her waist,
 exposing the most perfect breasts I have ever seen.
 My mouth descended to her rose colored nipples as I
 continued to pound my cock into her.  Gently, I rolled
 them between my teeth, then fluttered my tongue around
 and over them.   
 
 In this position the top of my cock was making direct
 contact with her clit, stimulating her, along with my
 attention to her breasts. 
 
 "Look around you," she whispered, "watch us as we fuck
 each other silly." 
 
 Looking around, it was incredible to see a thousand
 couples, all us, ramming into each other in perfect
 syncronization.  Every motion a duplication of each
 other. 
 
 "Oh, God, Rick...I feel it...oh, God I'm going to
 cum...oh, yes...yes...YES...OHHH, GGGOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!"
 she cried as wave after wave of climax washed over her
 incredibly sexy body.  Just as she reached her last
 pinacle, I could hold back no longer.  Her body slammed
 against the mirrored wall as I came, contraction after
 contraction, filling her until she could hold no more,
 then cumming even more.  My juice flowed from her, down
 my balls and puddling on the floor beneath us.  Christ
 I could never remember cumming so hard or long before.
 Glassy eyed, I gently let her down, judiciously avoid-
 ing the puddle on the ground. 
 
 "Yes," she whispered.  "I believe this one will do
 quite nicely," she said, almost to herself as she
 looked at the teddy in the mirror.  
 
 "You have truly been a great help," she smiled to me.
 
 Looking at my watch, I discovered the auto club was
 probably waiting for me at my car already.  "Could I
 have your number?" I asked as we kissed passionately
 good-bye. 
 
 "Oh, I don't think my boyfriend would like that one
 little bit," she giggled.  "But you know where I
 work..."  
 
 With that she gave me another mind blowing kiss that
 said, "Cum on by, anytime..."

 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
 KRISTEN'S LAW:
 It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
 strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
 with strangers!!  You only have one body per lifetime,
 so take good care of it.  OBEY KRISTEN'S LAW AND LIVE!

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 Kristen's collection - Directory 8

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