Fitting Room Fling

The small fitting room of the boutique already smelled of her perfume and my arousal. Anna, my married neighbor, stood before the mirror in a sheer black bra we were supposedly "just looking at." Her full breasts barely fit into the lace, her nipples already poking through the thin fabric. I stood behind her, pretending to help with the hooks, though my fingers were trembling.

"So, is it too tight?" I asked hoarsely, running my palms along her warm sides.

"Tight... but not where you think," she replied with a sly smile, meeting my eyes in the mirror. "That's the third time you've 'helped' me put it on, neighbor. Did that glass of wine at your place make you this bold?"

Her ass in tiny panties brushed lightly against my already hard cock. We both froze. The wine we'd shared in my kitchen, "just being neighborly," had definitely gone to our heads. And now here we were, in a dimly lit stall with a heavy curtain, and pretending to be just friends was no longer possible.

"Anna... you're married," I breathed, but my hands were already sliding forward on their own, cupping her breasts over the bra.

"And you're married to your work," she whispered, pressing back harder. "And still touching another man's wife. You're dirty, Seryozha... I like it."

I spun her around to face me. Our lips met hungrily, with a wet smack. Tongues tangled, and she moaned softly into my mouth. My fingers finally unhooked that damn bra. The black lace fell to the floor, and her heavy, gorgeous tits spilled out. Her nipples were dark pink and already hard as pebbles.

"Fuck, your tits are amazing..." slipped out of me.

"You haven't seen anything yet," she giggled, and pulled my shirt off herself.

I pressed her against the fitting room wall. A metal hook was cold against her back, but Anna didn't care. I bent down and greedily took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She arched her back, grabbing my hair.

"Oh... harder, Seryozha... bite a little... yes, just like that, fuck, so good..."

My hand slid down between her legs. Her panties were already completely soaked. I pushed the thin fabric aside and ran my fingers over her smooth, hot pussy. Her clit was swollen, her slit dripping.

"You're so wet, neighbor..." I muttered, still sucking her breast.

"Because you've been staring at my tits all evening over wine," she gasped. "Think I didn't notice? And now... finger me, come on..."

I shoved two fingers inside her at once. She let out a sharp little cry and bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. There were still people in the store; we could hear the saleswoman's footsteps just beyond the curtain. It only made it hotter. I finger-fucked her while my mouth kept working her breasts, moving from one nipple to the other. The bra lay at our feet like a trophy.

"I want you... right here," Anna whispered in my ear. Her voice was shaking with desire.

"Then on your knees," I replied with a smile.

She obediently lowered herself onto the carpet. She unbuttoned my jeans with trembling fingers. My thick cock sprang out right in her face. Anna licked her lips.

"Wow... what a big one the neighbor has..." She looked up with a playful smile. "Does your wife know you're packing that kind of weapon?"

Without waiting for an answer, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed me almost to the base. Hot, wet mouth, soft tongue wrapping around the shaft. She sucked greedily, sloppily, saliva running down her chin and dripping onto her bare tits. I grabbed her hair and started moving my hips, fucking her mouth.

"Yes... suck my cock, Anna... just like that... deeper..."

She gagged but didn't pull away. Instead, she took me even deeper, until the head hit the back of her throat. Her eyes were watering, but her gaze was pure lust. I couldn't take it anymore. I lifted her up, turned her to face the mirror, and bent her over.

"Watch yourself while I fuck you," I ordered.

Anna braced her hands against the wall. I ripped her panties off completely and slammed into her wet pussy with one hard thrust. She moaned loudly.

"Ohhh, fuck... so thick... deeper, Seryozha... fuck me harder!"

I pounded her hard, holding her hips. Her tits swung with every thrust, reflected in the mirror. The sound of our bodies — skin slapping skin, her moans, my heavy breathing — filled the tiny stall. I reached around and started rubbing her clit without slowing down.

"I'm gonna come..." she moaned. "Don't stop... please..."

Her pussy started clenching hard around my cock. Anna trembled all over, rolled her eyes back, and came, whimpering through clenched teeth. I felt her juices running down my balls.

I pulled out and turned her back onto her knees.

"Open your mouth, neighbor."

Anna obediently stuck out her tongue. I jerked myself a few times and came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot onto her face, her lips, her tongue, her tits. She caught every drop, swallowed, and smiled.

"Mmm... tasty neighbor," she purred, licking her lips.

We were both breathing hard. The bra still lay on the floor, covered in traces of us. Anna picked it up, looked at me, and laughed.

"I'm buying it. I'll wear it when you come 'to visit.' But from now on, we drink wine after sex, deal?"

"Deal," I said, kissing her cum-streaked lips.