z1. a love poem to my sensual barok

she started to caress my hard on over my pants. her hand was just on the shaft, as if she was avoiding the tip. how did she know that caressing the shaft was a great turn on for me?because of what she was doing to me, it became difficult for me to concentrate on one thing - was i going to concentrate on giving her pleasure or was i to give in to the pleasure she was giving me. a quick thought - she was just caressing my hard on over my pants and yet, it gave me so much pleasure. all of a sudden u had become super sensitive?

i gave on to the pleasure she made me feel. i moaned.

my body was blocking everything that was not related to my hands pleasuring her and to her hand that was pleasuring me. then i heard scuffles and faint voices. it wasn't nina, it was most likely a customer inside the store close to where we were. i knew i had to pay attention to the faint voices outside the fitting room - the customer could be just outside. but my mind, my libido was taking over everything that was sane in me. my ears kept tuning off from the sounds outside the fitting room, instead my hear heard the faint moans she gave, and the sound my finger made as it went in and out of her wet pussy, and the sound her hand was making over my pants. it wasn't just the sounds, it was the sensation and pleasure.

then very distinctly i heard a voice say, "miss, dito ba yung fitting room nyo?" i froze.

i removed my hand from her wet pussy, got the other hand to cup her face turned her around to face me, then gently pulled her lips to mine. i needed to taste her lips. her tongue. i needed to feel her sweet kisses on mine and her body real close. it was so intense we could have been naked.

then i pushed her shoulders gently down. she understood. she knelt down on the floor, with her two hands unzipped me, she got her hand to where my hard on was, then she did what felt very right.