“Thanks, Zack,” I replied, turning around to go back into the changing room.
I was just wriggling out of the dress and putting it on the hanger when Zack popped his head around the door of the changing room.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, spinning around.
It was my turn to flush with embarrassment.
Oh! I knew that look only too well!
“I got really horny after kissing you and seeing you in that dress. I need some relief and quickly,” he told me, prowling towards me.
He locked the door behind him, turning round to face me. The look in his eyes was unmistakable. The atmosphere grew heavy between us as our fierce chemistry charged the small changing room. I could hear people either side trying clothes on.
He put his arms around me and kissed me deeply. His kisses grew more urgent as did his huge erection. He kissed along my jawline with a gentle feather-like touch.
“I have to have to you now, JB. I can’t wait until London.”
Zack un-clasped my bra, freeing my throbbing breasts.
“I know, I can’t wait either!” I panted as he kissed my neck.
Wetness gathered between my hot, sticky legs. He touched my breasts, kneading the soft flesh. My nipples tightened as he lovingly caressed me.
“Turn around, baby,” he grunted as he released himself from his jeans.
I obeyed him. I could see him in the mirror looking directly into my eyes. One hand came around and touched my right breast cupping it gently. He pushed a finger deeply into me, moving it quickly in and out.
God, he really turned me on so much!
Our eyes stared at each other, wide with desire. I stifled a moan of pleasure as he kissed the back of my neck.
“Open your legs wider, baby,” he whispered, never taking his gorgeous eyes from my face.
My cheeks looked flushed with wanton need for him.
“Zack, Jesus! That feels good!” I panted as he pushed deeply into my wetness.
I greedily took him as he thrust hard into me. We made love quietly looking into each other’s eyes the whole time. My naked breasts pushed up to the mirror and they felt cold as they rubbed against it in the red-hot changing room.
I pushed back up into him, angling myself so he could get even deeper. I gasped at the blissful feeling.
It felt so dirty, so hot and so horny.
As long as I didn’t get arrested for public indecency!
“You really love making love to me, don’t you, Jennifer?” he whispered, looking straight into my eyes.
“I do, Zack, every time is so beautiful,” I panted as an amazing orgasm rushed through my hyper sensitive body.
“Oh, I’m really close, baby. You are the best!” he whispered as his hips pumped in and out of me.
I stifled my moans of pleasure as we made love. He quickened the pace as his climax jerked through his lovely body. His expression was glazed as I watched him in the mirror.
I loved watching him come.
He looked so beautiful, so young, so vulnerable, so free and so lost in the moment.
Zack slumped over my shoulder kissing my hair. We were both panting after our exertion.
I quickly cleaned up and got dressed.
“Shit, look at the time. We will miss the train, Zack!”
“As quickies go that was awesome,” Zack grinned like the cat that got the cream.
“It’s never a quickie with your stamina! I had better go and pay for the dress.”
“I am getting it for you,” Zack told me, taking it out of my hand.
“I wish you wouldn’t. It’s far too much,” I complained, looking at the £600 price tag.
“You are really worth it, JB,” he replied, kissing me.
I thrust the dress at the assistant. As she rang it through, she leant forward and whispered to me.
“You are one lucky lady. Mm, very hot!”
“Ha! I know! He is such a babe!”
Running out of the shop, we headed over to the train station in record time.
“What did that assistant in the boutique say to you?” he asked as we took our seats.
“She asked if I hired you out as a gigolo.”
“What? You are joking right?”
“I said as long as the price was right, yeah sure!”
His mouth dropped open as he stared at me. He really needed to get on board with my sense of humour.
“Your face is a picture, Zack! She just told me what I already knew!”
“What’s that?”
“That I am the luckiest bitch in the world being with you, my lover boy!”
“Sweet talking pimp!” he laughed.
The train to London only took just over half an hour so we were there before we knew it. We grabbed a taxi to The Dorchester. It was a beautiful hotel and I tried not to look as if I was catching flies as I took in the stunning reception area.
After checking into our plush room, we quickly unpacked.