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“I still can’t believe you managed to convince me to do this.” She frowned at him slightly. “You know I’d never normally wear something like this.” She gestured towards her top, a thin white shirt that clung to her figure, with a deep plunging neckline, over which her black bra could just be seen to be peeking out, and a decorative edge. Sleeveless and only as low as her navel, it afforded little protection, but that was exactly why he wanted her to wear it. “You didn’t take much convincing back at the hotel.” He smirked, knowing that she’d always wanted an excuse to wear it, without ever daring to. “Are you surprised?! It’s the hottest day of the year. Look around, everybody’s wearing as little as poss-“ She stopped as he cut her short. “I know, I know. I’m only poking fun. But really, what’s wrong with it?” he asked trying to keep a straight face. She rounded on him, hands on hips, with a pout on those beautiful lips of hers. God, how he loved her feigned angry pout. “What’s wrong with it?!” she asked, incredulously, as his façade broke and he began to laugh. She paused for a second or two until he stopped. “Nothing’s wrong with it,” she said, with a frown and another cute little pout. “It’s just… A bit more revealing than I’m used to.” She straightened her back and pushed the already figure-hugging shirt down over her body, exposing another inch of her bra. It really clung to her, the definition of her breasts, and of course her bra, was unmistakeable underneath the thin fabric. He resisted the urge to lick his lips. “But it’s like you said, everybody’s wearing as little as possible today.” A more adequate justification he couldn’t find. “I know,” she said, drawing out the last syllables, as she carried on walking down the busy promenade. “But I still feel…” She hesitated. “Feel what?” “I still feel like… Everybody’s looking at me,” she muttered out with a shy smile and a glance at the paved promenade beneath her feet. He could barely contain a grin, putting his arm around her and holding her by the hip. “Oh babe, don’t be silly…” he began, as she pulled herself into his body. “Of course they’re looking at you.” She froze, turned to face him and gave him that look again. His heart jumped at the sight. “What do you mean of course they’re looking at me?” she asked slowly, crossing her arms over her chest. He took this second to appraise her, head to toe. She was slightly shorter than him; red hair, falling around her shoulders; those unmistakeable, intoxicating pink lips, once again sporting that incredible pout; green eyes that cut into his soul and hooked her inside his heart and his mind; pale complexion with a sprinkling of freckles; hourglass figure barely contained inside her straining shirt; breasts now pushed higher by her tightly crossed arms and a demin skirt that ended halfway to her knees, finished with a small pair of slip on shoes. He took a second to just stop and admire her. God she was gorgeous. “Well?!” she asked, impatiently, crossing her arms tighter and tapping her foot. “Well, look at you!” He gestured towards her. She looked at herself and back, with a puzzled look before he continued. “You’re gorgeous, you can easily get inside any man’s head. And with THAT cleavage…” She pouted, but he saw a smile tug at her lips before she stiffened her arms again and looked him in the eye. “Don’t give me those lies.” He opened his mouth as though incredulous. “Lies?! I’m being serious. Deadly serious. Any man on this beach today could be yours,” he told her, with a wink. She unfolded her arms and started to walk again, but he noticed a little smile before she did. A few steps later, she turned around again and asked him “Any man?” with a raised eyebrow. “Any,” he slowly replied, with a smile. She giggled and turned back around. A sudden idea struck him and he caught up with her, looping a hand around her waist and pulling her hair back from her ear on his side. “Stop,” he whispered in her ear. She did. They both turned to face the sea, backs to the wall of a small shop, the prom and its streams of walkers passing by in front of them, all dressed in little more than shorts and bikinis in the baking heat; the beach behind busier still with similar people sunbathing and playing in the calm sea that merged so perfectly with the sky above. As Escort Acıbadem they stopped, a middle-aged man strolled past in a t shirt and shorts. He glanced in their direction, a little longer in hers, and carried on. “See him?” he asked, pointing him out. She raised an eyebrow again and made a murmuring noise. “He was looking at you.” She tutted next to him but he cut her off before she could complain. “He was looking at you. He made no secret of WHERE he was looking, either,” he said with a grin, nodding at her chest. She scowled. “He was not looking at my chest, he was just walking by!” she said with a giggle. “Trust me. I’m a man. I can see these things. He wanted you.” He was struggling not to laugh himself now. Again she was out with the pout, he wasn’t sure he could handle much more without having to really kiss her. It was far too inviting. “Really?” she asked, sarcastically. But he could see something change behind her eyes as she did so. She leaned in closer, her hair brushing his neck and face, distracting him, to whisper in his ear. “How did he want me?” She leaned back with an almost triumphant grin. This, he had to admit, was not a response he expected from her. But it would be one he would relish. If she wanted to be naughty… he thought. Again he put his arm around her waist and leaned in close to her ear to whisper. He’d had an idea for a fun game. “He wanted you for himself. He wanted to kiss you hard against the wall and take his hands to you. He wanted to rip your flimsy shirt from your body and grip your breasts while he kissed you.” He paused for a moment to let her feel his breath on her neck. There was a shiver through her body but she didn’t move, still staring ahead at the sea. “He wanted your breasts in his hands, rough and ready. To tear you free of your bra, grasp them firmly and roll your nipples under his fingers.” His hand stroked gently down her arm and he felt goosebumps on her skin, smiling to himself. “He wanted his lips around them…” he paused, kissing her neck. “His tongue…” He paused to lick his tongue up her neck to her earlobe to whisper again. “His teeth…” He bit her earlobe gently and then her neck. She moaned gently and he felt all the better for it. He was enjoying this. She was enjoying this. Again she shivered and now turned to face him, inches away. Her eyes met his, a fire burning in them, and she licked her lips slowly. He didn’t feel he ought to give her time to say anything; he was enjoying it too much. Instead he held her chin and turned her to face the crowd once more, pointing her in the direction of a younger man, perhaps late 20s, in just a pair of shorts who was leaning against the seawall. “Him,” he said, identifying him and he felt her tense under him again. Her arm snaked around his waist and she nodded slowly. “He’s been watching you for a while. He’s been watching us talk and he’s seen you. He’s seen your sexy smile and your sexier pout.” He stopped for a second as she leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, gripping his waist tightly. “He’s seen what your lips can do. Now he’s wondering what else they can do. Now he’s wondering what your tongue can do.” Being so close to her, he could hear her breathing getting heavier. A single drop of sweat rolled its way down her temple and her cheek, but she didn’t wipe it away. She didn’t move an inch, except to bite her lip. “He wants to take you too. He wants to grab your hair and kiss you hard until you feel faint. He wants to push you to your knees and watch you yank down his shorts to free his manhood. To watch you admire it. To watch you take it in your hands and study it. To watch you lick it, just once, all the way up. To watch you wrap your lips around it and moan hungrily as you show him the best blowjob he’s ever had. He wants to see your head bobbing and your tongue darting. He wants your mouth around his balls and your hands around his shaft. He wants your magic lips and he wants to see you lick them, and him, clean after you’ve swallowed every drop he’s given you.” Her eyes were still locked shut, but her whole body shook, still biting her lip hard. He stroked her stomach and side gently, still breathing on her neck and occasionally nibbling at it. She opened her eyes and again Kaynarca escort stared him down, the fire burning even brighter now as she came alive once more, grasping his hair, kissing him hard and pulling her body into his. The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity, though they both still felt it wasn’t enough. Looking into each other’s eyes, a passion burned white hot. He didn’t remember seeing her like this before. Her lips met his again with a hunger, her hands gripping tightly onto his arse through his shorts as he held hers in one hand and pulled her close with the other. She broke the kiss sharply, ignoring the glances of a few people around them; grasping his hand she led him off down the street at a pace. This was new to him; she wasn’t normally so forceful and decisive. But he wasn’t about to complain, he was beginning to like this side of his normally submissive girl. He was happy to go along with it for now. They rounded a corner and she locked lips with him once again, if only briefly, before carrying on down the road. She led the way, weaving through the crowd as she dragged him behind her, still somewhat surprised. He wondered what she had in mind when she made a sharp turn into a clothing shop on their right. They stopped for a second in the entrance as the air conditioning unit over the door hit them both. It was only then that they realised how much they were sweating. The cool air was refreshing, even a little calming. If only a little. He reached behind, into the pouch of his backpack and took out his water bottle. Raising it to his lips, he barely managed a sip. She pulled him into the shop, hasty again, after she’d quickly glanced around. It was just another typical clothing shop, seventy percent dedicated to women’s summer clothing and a small section at the back for the men. But she wasn’t looking for clothing. Grabbing his hand she tugged him forward, unaware of any protests from him, heading straight for the fitting rooms at the back of the shop. Walking past a line of clothing she snatched up two tops and a pair of shorts, picking up the pace and still dragging him behind her. As focussed as she was, he couldn’t help a smile crossing his face knowing what was to come. She found the nearest open stall and pushed open the wooden door, pulling him inside behind her. She turned to lock the door and he glanced around quickly. A large room, as changing rooms go, he thought. Two partition walls either side, with a foot or so missing at the bottom, each held a full length mirror, with a bench on the back wall. He smiled again, this boded well. Turning to face her, he found hands on his shirt immediately as she pulled him stiffly forwards and kissed him hard; he could feel the pent up energy inside her. Suddenly she gasped and pulled away, surprising him. She stepped back and looked down, with wide eyes. He suddenly wanted to laugh. Her tiny thin top was drenched. She looked up and then at his water bottle just as he too realised what had happened as she’d pulled him forwards. The fire within her had been tempered a little, it seemed, as she pulled the top away from her skin and tried to stop it clinging to her, in vain. If it highlighted her breasts before, it now brought it to a whole new level. Showing every line of her bra through the transparent material, every contour of her chest and stomach was visible. It was quite a sight, and one he was enjoying. Speechless for a few seconds, she could only gape at herself in the mirror. “I… I can’t wear this,” she stammered. “I can’t go out there in this!” She turned and grabbed the two tops she’d picked up on her way in. She checked the sizes and got lucky with the second. It was a fit. “You’ll have to go and pay for this for me,” she told him, hurriedly reaching for her purse. “I’ll have to wear this out of here.” He only smiled and slid off his backpack, sitting down on the bench as she gawped at him. “Well?! C’mon!” Settling in, he shook his head. “I’ve had an idea.” Taking his time, he licked his lips. “You buy it.” She rolled her eyes, tutted and began to take her top off to swap. He raised a hand to stop her. “No, you don’t understand. You buy it. Just as you are.” She only stared back at him, her eyes shining, as he smiled at her. He was Aydınlı escort bayan willing to bet that fire hadn’t quite died down just yet. “You thought people were looking at you before; let’s see what attention you get now, huh?” He stood up, closing the gap to her as she still stared at him, frozen. He traced a finger around the edge of her neckline, over her sopping breasts and her cleavage. She could only look him in the eye, biting her lip. “I want you to go out there, just as you are.” He used his finger to follow the very visible curve of her breast. “The shop’s relatively empty. I want you to walk up to the counter, with a swing to your hips and a spring in your step, to the man behind the desk…” he felt her stiffen a little, but still she didn’t react. “I want you to walk up to him and act like everything’s fine. You’ll pay for the top, you’ll thank him kindly, give him a big smile for me and then you’ll come straight back here to me. How’s that sound?” Goosebumps were raised on her arms and her chest, but he wasn’t sure if that was him or the cold water. Still biting her lip, she glanced sideways at herself in the mirror, while the hair was brushed out of her face. Only a second or so later she relaxed with a shiver, turned to look him in the eye and nodded, with a sly smile. One last glance at her clinging top in the mirror then she turned to face the door, top in hand. She steadied herself for a moment, took a deep breath and opened the door. A smile spread across his face as she disappeared through the door. He wanted to shout encouragement after her, as he followed her out of the door and peeked around the partition wall that separated the changing rooms from the shop floor. He watched her go, hair and skirt bouncing as she almost skipped along towards the counter, eager to see how she faired. Her mind screamed at her to go back as she put on a strut and a seductive smile. She didn’t know what she was doing, or why. She only knew that when he spoke to her like that, as he had on the prom, a fire lit within her. She felt sexy, naughty and daring. She could do anything. And she was going to do this. As soon as the idea had taken root in her head, she felt herself growing excited. All worries passed from her mind, this was something she was determined to do. She knew he’d be watching; she’d do him proud. The man on the counter looked up as she approached, smiling rhythmically at her as he began to greet her. She pushed her chest out and began to swing her hips. As his eyes took sight of her, he was cut short immediately. His mouth fell open and he barely stammered out a greeting; she replied cheerily, with a smile, placing the top on the counter. He took a second to recover, to drag his eyes away and take the shirt. Staring down at the counter, he dare not look up until he noticed her looking away, around the shop. Taking his time, he put the top through the scanner, while stealing glances at her very visible chest. She loved to see his eyes bug out as he saw her and to see his supposedly subtle glances in her direction. She was feeling sexier by the second and growing with confidence. Feeling the urge, she tipped her head back and shook her hair out, running her fingers through it. This pushed her chest out further and gave the cashier plenty of time to catch a large eyeful. She could only imagine her boyfriend’s reaction, watching her, to see his eyes bulge at the sight. Eventually, and reluctantly, the cashier took her payment for the top. She thanked him with a cheery tone and a cheeky wink. She spun on her heels and skipped back towards the changing room, her skirt billowing about her, to see he was watching from behind the partition with the largest grin she’d ever seen on his face. The door snapped shut behind them and they were immediately in each other’s arms, kissing as though a month had passed. Her hands were all over him, gripping his arse and clawing at his shirt. She pulled it from him and scratched her fingernails down his chest as they locked lips again. He broke the kiss to bury his face in her collar, biting and kissing her neck. Her breathing was ragged, he could feel the heat radiating from her hands as she scratched down his body and her hips ground against him hungrily. “Did you see his face?” he asked her at a whisper, gripping her hips and pulling them closer to his own. She moaned, though in reply or from his grip he didn’t know. “He wanted you. He made no secret of it, did he? He wasn’t too good at hiding it. But then neither were you, eh?” Her back arched a little under his touch as he stroked up her back.
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