Whirlwind

15

[Lamarr]

"Come on Ry, stop fuckin' moving so much."

"Maybe if you knew how to zip up a simple dress I wouldn't be so antsy." She gritted back as I struggled with the zipper of a black lace dress she found while wandering around in Macy's.

Tagging along with Riley when shopping for clothes had to be the worst mistake I've ever made. She took her time searching for every piece to a potential outfit and even longer when it came to matching accessories and shoes to it. She had a precise style, simple but enough flashiness to draw attention to her. Not too much attention and just the right kind. Riley never liked to be rushed, she needed time to think on whether she liked something enough to wear it more than once and time to mentally budget her account as well. I was warned several times on this arid summer day to just wait out this shopping spree at home underneath the luxury of my air conditioner but instead I opted out. Now here I was locked inside of a woman's fitting room trying not to snatch and rip the lace of this tight ass dress.

"Aight, one more time. If I don't get it then you just need to try on another dress. This one clearly ain't supposed to be for you." A heavy sigh fell from her lips and I already knew a courtesy eye roll came along side it. I was just as sick of being bothered with this piece of work as she was so there had to be an understanding on when we both gave up on it altogether. My fingers were gripping the zipper for dear life, easing it up higher and higher until it finally made it to the top and pulled the dress together into a finished masterpiece against Riley's body. It complimented her figure seamlessly, outlining the curves of her hips and giving her assets in the back the lift it barely needed.

Though very petite, Riley never complained about her lack of. She dressed every inch of her brown skinned body parts with clothing that fit her flawlessly and she wore each piece with confidence. That beside the scents she lavished in and the different ways she wore her hair embodied the love she had for herself and that was something myself and no one else couldn't help but respect. It was something that also, ironically, intensified the attraction I had to her making it harder in many ways since outing my feelings, to compose myself. I wanted nothing more in this moment but to rip this dress from her skin and test how well we could keep her moans concealed throughout the fitting room. The testosterone in me wanted to break the promise I made to take my time with Riley but I had to keep it. She deserved more than a quick fuck in a department store and one day I was gone give her that.

"How do I look?" She asked while taking a quick spin in front of the mirror. I stood behind eyeing her closely until she finally came to a complete stop and looked up for an answer.

"Absolutely stunning."

"And?"

"What you mean and? I have nothing smart to say so stop fishing for something. You look stunning and I mean that."

From the way her plump bottom lip was trapped between her teeth it was obvious Riley was trying her best to refrain from smiling but it wasn't doing much of a good job. She was soon grinning back at me while her cheeks bruised the longer I kept my eyes attached to her. As my hands always desired to do, they held onto her hips, squeezing them gently as our faces managed to meet each other for the union of our lips. The second they were wrapped in each other's warmth and sealed, that sweet taste, something almost indescribable and different from the other times our mouths were buried within each other lingered onto my tongue as it trailed its way into her mouth. I wanted to invade it and every bit of space between us. I wanted nothing but the typical intensity from any of the caresses and strokes of our lips and moments of wholly admiring each other to be felt. Our skin began to embed within the others the closer we got while my hands took on a mind of their own. The further the kiss grew hungrier and heated the more they slid up from the hem of the dress, scrunching the spandex lace material up to her waist. Like magic I was hoisting Riley up against the mirror behind as her legs instinctively spread wide allowing our most sensitive and aroused cores to graze each other. The moan she released in the depth of my mouth was enough to let me know she felt what she was doing to me. It didn't take much for her to get me riled up and though we'd probably just end up flustered in the tight space of this room once we parted, it was all worth it. The anticipation, my hard dick, the heavy breathing, all of it.