Wednesday, December 10, 2008

All Nighter Part 1 - By Kirsten Monroe

“She’s hot!”


“That doll.”


“Over there. Santa’s slutty helper. Five-o-clock. Red satin mini-dress and shiny CFM boots.”

“The mannequin? You actually think the mannequin is sexy?”

“What can I say? She’s a hot doll.”

Ethan took my hand and pulled me to the window display – a “holiday romance” scene set up inside the interior windows of the large downtown shopping mall where we’d gone to find the perfect gift for Ethan’s impossible-to-please mother. The display featured an enormous tree illuminated with soft pink lights, a white velvet chaise, a thick snowy layer of white feathers, and piles of pillows wrapped in brightly colored satin to look like Christmas candy.

I didn’t admit it out loud, but the truth was, this mannequin was anything but ordinary. She was a voluptuous blonde with realistic-looking breasts and nipples, thick glossy hair, shapely, athletic thighs and a full, round ass. She held her pale fingers to her cheeks, a look of surprise on her face, perma-glossed lips puckered in an infinite “Oh!” Her beloved, a handsome male mannequin in a black silk suit and red Santa hat, obviously had her attention with the black velvet jewelry box he held in his outstretched hand.

“I guess they’re making mannequins a little more, uh, lively these days.”

“I want those boots – I mean for you.”

“Come on Ethan,” I nagged, tugging him away from the window and the plastic Christmas sluts trying to sell us….something.

“I even can’t believe I let you drag me to the mall. Let’s just hurry up and get that thing you said you’re sure your mother won’t throw away and get out of here – go have a beer someplace and chill. This place is insane. Anyway, I really just want to go home and fuck.”

Ethan looked at naughty Christmas Barbie, then at me, and then back at the flesh toned wonder. He had a dirty, dirty look on his face. He kissed me on the cheek. He tucked a strand of my hair sweetly behind my ear and gave my neck a little nibble. Then he slapped me on the ass, pushed me a little closer towards the window and whispered, “I want to fuck too, but not at home.”

“What? Naughty boy!”

I wrapped my arm around Ethan’s waist and hooked my thumb into his belt loop, tugging him back into mall traffic.

“Maybe when we get home I’ll let you dress me and undress me, dress me and undress me. Just like a doll.”

Ethan sighed. “There’s a way in right over there. Look. Behind that curtain. We could just slip right into the window and fuck under the Christmas tree. The holiday mood musak sounds just like porn.”

“Yes we could….and get arrested! You’re a terribly naughty boy! Lump of coal for you.”

Of course we couldn’t really do the nasty in the middle of the mall. Of course not! I knew that. My horndog of a boyfriend knew that too. But as we set off in search of the elusive Mommy gift (Ethan finally settled on a digital meat thermometer) I couldn’t stop thinking about it – us, her, them – the display. Fucking in the window. Spreading my legs wide for Ethan’s hard cock, reaping the rewards of him being all hot and bothered by the change in scenery.

By the time “mall closing in five minutes” was announced on the intercom system, my clit was throbbing against the seam in my jeans like the little drummer boy, and I was so horny, it truly wasn’t funny. When I get that dirty, achy, needy, hungry feeling down there, crazy things can happen.

As the store lights began flickering off and we made our way back towards the atrium and the exit, I fantasized about playing “Mrs. NaughtyClaus” at home. I casually slid my hand against Ethan’s crotch as we walked. His rock hard cock was doing its best to bust free from the wall of denim. I grinned up at him and pressed my face into his leather jacket. “God you smell good.”

“The perfume lady got me with her bottle of Dirty English. You like it?”

“Like it? Oh my God – Dirty English, leather & you is a very hot combo.”

Lust began to puddle between my thighs, my spunk pot damp and drooling with stickiness and desire. We passed the atrium display, illuminated even more with the mall lights dimmed.

Ethan gazed with lust at his doll as we slowly passed by.

“Damn, damn, damn” he whispered, a low growl of a sound deep in his throat.

Suddenly took my hand and pulled me towards the back edge of the display. He pressed me up against the glass and took my face in one hand. He kissed me fiercely, crushing his lips against my teeth, the dirtiness of his thoughts rushing into my mouth and through my brain like a jolt of electricity delivered by razor wire.

Ethan’s big hand still gripping my cheek and jaw, the smell of sex and Dirty English rising from his neck, he squeezed hard and demanded, “Do as I say.”

“Stop messing around,” I squeaked. “You’re squeezing too hard -- it hurts.”

He gripped even tighter, his eyes dark.

“I’m not kidding. I want this and so do you. Don’t deny me.”

My eyes darted back and forth. I felt panicked, claustrophobic, yet the thrill and rush of fear made me even wetter.

A few straggling shoppers filed through the atrium as Ethan took my hand and pulled me to the corner of the display where a curtain hung between the wall and the glass. He slipped through, taking me with him. I could see the pink glow of the Christmas lights at the end of a small hallway.

Ethan pushed me hard against the wall just on the other side of the curtain.

“In a few minutes this place will be locked up tight. There will be no way out. We’ll have to stay all night.”

He pushed his hands up under my sweater and unhooked the front of my bra with a quick little flick of his thumb and forefinger. He held my breasts in his hands and pinched my nipples so hard I had to exhale loudly to keep from crying out. He reached inside the back of my jeans with one hand and twisted his fingers into my juicy cunt, rubbing the smooth, slick entrance to my carnal trap with eager anticipation. He held me there, fucking me with his hands and mouth against the wall until I felt as soft and liquid as hot wax.

Just as suddenly he had my hand again and led me down the hall and around a corner into the pink light – the back entrance to the display window. From where we crouched behind the tree I saw a security guard walk by. Then all but the exit lights and the tree lights dimmed. Red infrared security beams streaked across the mall floor.

To be continued.......


Kirsten Monroe said...

Thanks for the post Sam! I wonder what will happen next :)

Jeremy Edwards said...

Wow, KM! Thank you for taking us shopping!!

my clit was throbbing against the seam in my jeans like the little drummer boy

Ooh, I love drum solos. Do you take requests?

Kirsten Monroe said...

Jeremy, you're a riot. How about some King Crimson -- B'Boom!