Objects in the Mirror

Chapter Three

He flinches hard as the seamstress pokes him in the thigh with her clothespin. She looks up at him apologetically and mouths the words I'm sorry. Then she continues to make last adjustments to his dress pants.

"Okay, you're all done. You can go back into the dressing room and change out of the pants. But be careful not to knock any of the pins out of place." the seamstress says as she stands slowly from kneeling, and holding her back.

He looks down confused at the million pins sticking in and out of his pants as he walks back to the dressing room. The bright fluorescent lights shine unforgivingly onto the sales floor. Showcasing the numerous shelves and racks of various suits, ties, shoes, vests, and cuff links. He enters the dressing room and closes the door behind him. Before he can lock it, Maria pulls the door open quickly and darts into the quaint room with him. He closes the door behind her and seals it. She pushes him into the wall and starts to undo his pants button and zipper. He clasps a fist full of her wavy brown hair and pulls it back.

"You're supposed to be out there waiting for me," he says then starts to circle her neck slowly with his tongue.

Maria bites her lip to the sensation and reaches into his boxers.

"You looked like you could use some help in here changing out of those pants." She says while stroking him.

He picks her up and sits her down on the small bench that occupies the corner of the room. They kiss, and he bites her bottom lip as he slides her black tights down to her ankles. She's wearing the tan thongs that he brought her from Victoria Secret the other day, and his eyes widen in amusement as he smirks. He pulls her panties to the side and looks her in the eyes.

"This is my pussy, understand?" he says

"Yes daddy," Maria whispers as she squirms

He leans in and kisses her pussy. His tongue wraps around her clit as he slides a finger inside her. Maria tilts her head back and her eyes roll to the back of her head. He bites her inner thighs as he forces his middle finger to join his index inside of her tight pussy. She bites her lip and covers her mouth. He sucks on her clit as he whirls his tongue around it; Maria pushes his head closer to her, arches her back, and quietly moans. There's a knock on the door.

"Hurry up in there I need those pants so I can make the corrections." The seamstress says

"Okay I'll be out in a minute" he answers as he wipes his mouth

He stands up and carefully takes off the pants and changes back into his grey sweatpants. Maria adjusts her thong and pulls her tights up. He unlocks the door and pushes it ajar, then hands the lady the pants full of pins. She walks away. He and Maria quickly exit the dressing room and return to the sales floor laughing.

He opens the door to his house and allows Maria to enter first. They put their bags of clothes on the couch. There's a delicious poultry scent parading through the house that catches their nostrils and makes their mouths moisten. The great Michael Jackson is booming through the speakers. He and Maria walk through the tidy house and into the kitchen. Where they come across his mom dancing around the, dim lit, kitchen floor with a baked chicken wing half eaten in her hand. There's steam rising from the big pot of collard greens, the pan of macaroni and cheese, and bowl of dinner rolls. Which all combine to create an titillating atmosphere that arouses almost every sense.

"Is the food done mom?" He asks while laughing

She turns around and looks at them while still dancing.

"Yeah, it's done baby boy. How was the prom shopping?" She asks

He and Maria look at each other and start to giggle.