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Subject: {ASSM} Chez Sal (MF public quickie light TV)
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Date: Tue,  4 Jan 2005 04:10:02 -0500
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This story is fiction and portrays sex in an unsafe manner in a public
place, which you should know better than actually performing.  If you
shouldn't read this for any good reason, don't.

Permission is granted to archive this story in free areas of the web
unconnected with spam advertising, but all rights to its ownership are
retained by me, phloighd.

Who doesn't love the blowjob principle?  Thanks to all who loved
Mystery Flasher 1 & 2.

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Pulling the door open I could feel the electricity in the air as we
stood before the Salvation Army.  She smiled up at me, a smile that
said *I can't believe we're doing this* and a million other things all
at once, before purposefully striding into the store.  I watched her
bare thighs under her skirt as she walked in and, remembering her lack
of underwear, felt a twinge in mine.  Her long brown hair was in a
single ponytail that trailed down her back, the thin straps of the
white tanktop made it plain she wasn't wearing a bra, and I was staring
again.  I shook it off best I could and followed her in.

It was midday and the aisles were thinly populated.  *Good, at least
we won't get thrown out right away,* I thought.  As Sondra walked
directly to the women's clothing I sauntered towards the hats, wanting
to draw this out as long as possible, and eyed the staff: two
not-yet-old women behind the counter apparently neck-deep in receipts.
They hadn't even registered our entry.  Excellent.

Keeping one eye on my sexy co-conspirator I examined the hats.  I
fancy myself a connoseur of thrift-store hats:  some women's
go-to-church hats can pass as pimp gear, whereas something straw and
covered with plastic flowers can perfectly articulate my taste for the
silly sublime.  This rack held nothing too wonderful aside from a
porkpie that fit quite well.  I left it on my head as I wandered
towards the men's clothes, pretending to analyze certain items but
mostly watching Sondra as she buzzed intently through the racks a
couple aisles over, occasionally shooting me an unmistakable *what are
you waiting for, get over here* look.

Unable to torture her any longer I ambled over as she flipped through
dresses.  Putting my arms around her waist I nestled my head on her
shoulder, looked down, and sighed contentedly.

"Nice hat," she offered, continuing to flip through the rack.  "What
do you think of these?"  She gestured at a small pile of clothing
thrown over the rack.

"They're perfect, they're oh so soft and round and they've got the
cutest little ni--"

She elbowed me in the gut, but smiled.  "Not *those*, silly, the
dresses."  Releasing her slowly (and relishing the feel of her body
under my hands, electricity again) I stepped to the pile and looked
through her findings: a blue cotton shift, a "little black dress," and
a beige thing with plunging neckline.  Each seemed a pretty good
choice, but lacking the magical essence of a true find.

"OH MY GOD," she blurted happily.  In my periphery I saw some
customers give us the hairy eyeball, and inwardly smiled.  "This is so
great!"  She held it up: a deep violet (!) ballgown lucky to be called
"gaudy," its top covered in sequins and bits of lace, shoulders and
skirt enormously puffed out, the back wide open until just above the
posterior, which was covered by a huge white bow.  Easily one of the
top five tackiest things I'd ever seen.

"Yup, that's the one," I grinned.  Sondra's smile lit up her eyes
like a thousand firecrackers.  She looked like someone had told her she
wouldn't ever need teeth before locking her in a candy store; she held
the dress up to my frame with a silent giddy reverence I couldn't help
but adore.  "It's big enough, I think.  A little short maybe."

"That's okay," she beamed, "I like your legs."

"Good enough," I smiled, taking the purple monstrosity and looking
for a changing room as she clapped her hands and squealed.  The
customers who'd looked askance at us earlier now stared in open
bewilderment as they watched me take the dress into the room and close
the door.

After quickly shucking my clothes -- freeing my erection -- I pulled
the dress over my head, sucking in my belly the best I could as I
negotiated my arms into the proper holes.  Fortunately it had been made
for a larger woman and fit well, if a bit loosely around the chest.  I
put the hat back on and looked at myself in the mirror; I felt foolish
and "pretty" at the same time.  But my reason for wearing it knocked on
the door, and as I opened it her eyes widened.  I fumbled a curtsey,
then did a slow pirouette.  The big white bow sat above my ass like
gift wrapping.

She stepped into the room and closed the door.  Her eyes still wide
she reached out and stroked the fabric, sending jolts through my body.
She ran her fingers over the sequins and lace, her lids drooping as she
took in the texture, before suddenly taking my shoulders and pushing me
down forcefully onto the bench and straddling me.  Wrapping her arms
around my head she kissed me with a ferocity I'd never felt before.

Wrapping my arms around her I returned her kisses but could barely
match her intensity as she nipped and sucked at my lips, her tongue a
whirl in my mouth, her hips grinding against me with force, her mouth
greedily sucking my tongue.  I lost myself in it, holding her writhing
body against my own as best I could.  I could feel the wet heat of her
crotch through the dress, my cock turning to granite.

Breaking the kiss, she panted in my ear as reached down to move up my
skirt.  "In me, I need you inside me," she groaned.  As soon as my dick
sprang free she impaled herself on it to the hilt.  I had to grit my
teeth to keep from coming instantly; I could feel her juices on my
balls, she was so wet.  She sat like that for a moment, gripping me
with her pussy and leaning back a bit to look at the dress again.  I
studied her beautiful face, still clenching my jaw to keep from coming,
as she stroked the fabric once more.  Then with exquisite slowness she
rose up my length until I was barely in, before slamming back down
again.

"Goddamn, woman," I gurgled, "You trying to make me come that fast?"
Her mouth made a perfect O as she rutted into me again, and again,
before leaning against me once more.

"Yes," she whispered urgently, her breath hot in my ear.  "I want you
to shoot in me... want to feel it..." Her pace quickened and she
moaned.  My hands grasped her ass and I began moving her hips with her,
feeling the rush of energy she generated, hearing the coming orgasm in
her moans, then she was moving faster than I could follow, her voice
one long groan of satisfaction, and I bit back a bellow as I exploded
in her and her groan went up an octave in my ear, our bodies thrusting
against each other powerfully as it all washed over me.

She lay against me making soft sounds of contentment as I felt my
erection slowly diminish, when there was a loud knocking on the door.
Sondra leaped up, yanked my skirt down, and threw the door open,
revealing an irritated matronly clerk.

Sondra grinned and pointed at where I sat sprawled on the bench.
"We'll take it," she gushed.  "And the hat, too."

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