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The back of the store was a goldmine of small nooks of space with signs that said “Do Not Enter.” With only one employee dedicated to this entire area, Isa and Hime knew they would find a little privacy but not a lot of time. The dressing rooms were too busy and active, so another part of the store would have to do. Luckily, medieval peasant costumes were not very popular these days. Hime lifted the rope blocking off the section, and the pair quietly tiptoed into the musty corner.
Being quiet was going to be a challenge for Isa. She wanted to ask questions. She was used to being loud and knew discretion was the most important factor in this experience. The need for silence only aroused and excited Hime more. He had been planning on this for a while so he was fully prepared to take on his role as hushed exhibitionist.
Their kisses were intense and hard but quiet. Isa was a loud lover, finding it very frustrating to not be expressive. Hime was about to add fuel to that fire as he reached under her skirt. He used one hand to cover her mouth, in case she moaned or giggled. In their time together as lovers, her noises had become a natural occurrence and he was ready for it. With his other hand, he reached under her panties and started to stroke her soft bud. She closed her eyes and braced herself against the wall. Isa was a sucker for his touch; her whole body would tingle at just the thought, let alone the action.
She moved his hand from her mouth and sucked on his index finger. He bit his lip with arousal, looking deep into her dark eyes. He continued to rub, trying to get her to reach orgasm. He slid his other hand down her chin to her neck, giving it a firm squeeze before it continued it’s descent to her full, tender breasts. She wanted to moan and coo but knew she couldn’t or they would get caught. So she put her own hand over her mouth so not a single sound would escape her lips.
Hime kissed Isa’s neck and switched hands to get better leverage on her. His other hand felt different from the change, but she was caught up too much in where Hime was sending her; everything he was doing to her felt so good. She was close, getting closer to the big “O.” He knew that biting on her neck and ears would get her there almost immediately. It was a special, personal trigger she possessed and he knew all the right buttons to push. Like clockwork, her legs started to twitch and Isa climaxed on Hime’s hand, feeling the gush of wetness between her legs.
Isa could finally enjoy the moment. She was flushed and out of breath from suppressing her moans. She took a few deep breaths, knowing she had to collect herself and play it off once they left their closed off section. Isa adjusted her skirt and looked at Hime, wondering how she would return the favor. He still hadn’t said a single word to her. She was very impressed by his dedication to their little rendezvous. He had a sparkle in his eyes, probably from his sense of pride for giving her that kind of pleasure. It was a look she hadn’t seen on him, but it definitely fit the occasion.
She wanted to kiss his hand and taste herself. When she reached down to grab his hand, she felt something foreign and rubbery. With the most sinister grin and knowing look in his eyes, he lifted up his arm to reveal what had really gotten Isa off. It was a fake severed hand, with the fingers spread out like a vampire’s boney claw. She immediately started laughing, thus blowing their cover in the medieval costume section. His plan had worked out perfectly and Hime could not hold back his laughter either. The Starstruck employee yelled, “Who’s back there?” from her post. They knew they had better get out now to not “get in trouble.” As they exited, Isa could not contain her laughter, wondering what other devilish Halloween pranks Hime had in store for her.
Femme Nation is a certifiable, if self-trained, doctor of love and of those things often found to resemble amour. She blogs at blogs.sacurrent.com and takes your questions at email@example.com.
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