Stacey was still giggling softly as we went into the first shop and, although she asked my opinion of a few dresses and skirts on the racks and hangers, I wasn't paying attention. I was busy trying to keep my reaction from tearing itself loose from my jeans... or me just passing out. She must have sensed my lack of answers, because she suddenly got in front of me, very close... so close, I could feel her body heat... but we weren't touching.
"I want you as bad as you want me right now," she started in a whisper, "But I need your help picking a dress. Tell me what looks good, okay?" I nodded, a little ashamed that I was barely holding it together, when she continued "Want to know what I'm going to do to you when we get home?" She leaned in close to whisper in my ear, so I bent down a little...
BAM! I felt something slam between my legs and quickly deduced that she kneed me. I don't know how I was able to silence my startled yelp, but I managed somehow. I stood still, letting the pain wash over me as she innocently walked away, looking at more clothing.
She didn't see anything she thought would look nice on her so we left and went on to the next store. I was far more attentive and Stacey noticed. She looked around to make sure nobody could see, grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me to her, kissing me aggressively, and I felt her tongue in my mouth. She stopped just as suddenly and breathlessly ordered me to my knees. I grinned a little when I realized I was behind a rack, and hidden from prying eyes, when I looked up just in time to see her foot on the way to my groin. Stacey kicked me, probably much harder than she'd intended, and she was about to kick me again when she squealed with delight.
"This might be perfect!" Stacey exclaimed, practically jumping out of her heels. I turned around and saw that she was looking at a very low cut black top with long, lacy sleeves. I gingerly got to my feet and opened my mouth to tell her that might not be the most appropriate thing to wear in public to a wedding, when she cut me off.
"I know I can't wear it out in public," she said, "But I can wear it behind closed doors." She turned and marched toward the dressing rooms. I followed and stood some feet away (so I didn't scare anyone lol), but after a few minutes, Stacey opened her dressing room door and poked her head out. I saw and when I went over to her, she asked "Is there anyone out there?" I shook my head no, trying to avoid bringing attention to us because I wasn't sure what she was about to do, when she opened the door all the way to show off the top she was trying on. Even with the capri pants that didn't necessarily match, she looked killer in that shirt and heels.
"Wow," I muttered quietly, and Stacey smiled sweetly in response. Out of nowhere, she swung her hand in an upward arc, smacking my already aching ball's with the palm of her hand. I groaned a little, but she didn't give me anytime to recover, smacking me twice more in quick succession, before driving her knee up into me cruelly. As much as I would have liked to stay standing while I was in public, my legs betrayed me and buckled, sending me to my knees on the floor. I might have been down for 3 seconds when another dressing room door opened, and out came a middle aged looking lady. She glanced at me on the floor and gasped.
"Are you all right, dear?" the lady asked in what sounded like a British accent. Stacey had driven the air from my lungs with her sudden and vicious assault, so I didn't have to capacity to verbally answer. My sexy girlfriend didn't miss a beat though.
"Yeah, he's just helping me find a ring that I think I dropped," Stacey answered somewhat sheepishly but convincingly. The lady smiled brightly at me, replying to Stacey, "You better keep that one. My husband would tell me to find it myself!" With a loud laugh at her own joke, the lady walked off, and Stacey and I escaped what should have been a really embarrassing moment. We bought the black top and scurried out of the store.
The rest of our visit to the mall went in some pattern like this: we'd go into a store, at some point she'd knee or kick me in the balls, she'd try something on and maybe we'd buy it, and we would leave. Lather, rinse, knee really hard, and repeat. By the time we left, she had three dresses, a few pairs of dress pants (some tight, some flared), cute and sexy shirts and blouses... but she was wearing the shoes that she'd be in that day. And I left with very sore balls and an erection that was going to explode. We got into the car, and the ignition hadn't been started before my pants were opened, my underwear pulled to the side to free my dick... and her mouth on me. I dont even think I'd gotten out of the parking lot before she made me come violently in her mouth, and I shook like I was being electrocuted.
"Thank you for coming dress shopping with me, and buying everything," she said once she swallowed. "There's still more tonight, though."
We got home and hung out just a bit, but before long, my parents went out somewhere (I can't even remember where, at this point lol) and we had the place to ourselves. It took about a half second for Stacey to get her new wedding heels on and me to get all of my clothes off. She pinned me to my closed bedroom door again, teasing me with her knee while we kissed, but she didn't hurt me with it. When I was standing at attention for her, she gave my shoulders a few taps, wordlessly asking me to sit on the floor, and I immediately complied. Once I was down and had my legs spread for access, Stacey stepped onto my hard cock, gently at first, gradually adding pressure.
"Does that feel okay, baby?" she asked sweetly and innocently, and I got the impression that she wasn't going to do the dominatrix routine tonight; she just wanted it to feel good.
"Hell yeah," I breathed, and she giggled again (I don't know why, but I found it SO SEXY when she giggled while kicking, kneeing, or stepping on me).
"So, you're a keeper?" Stacey asked, beginning to grind my cock under her shoe a little. "She was probably right; what other guy would let me do this to him? Step on his penis in heels?" Her tone was as if she was actually pondering it, and I didn't have the heart to remind her that I introduced it to her lol. I didn't have to think about it long because she bent at the waist, still standing on my naked manhood, and kissed me greedily, cupping my face with both hands. Stacey kept kissing me as she stepped off of me with one foot and pressed me back down to the floor with the other. (I didn't even realize until way later that she did that perfectly without even looking) She didn't stomp me at all, like I thought she would have and, instead, stepped on me with only a little of her weight and rubbed me with the sole of her sole.
"I'm so glad you think these are sexy, too" Stacey said, referring to her shoes. "Do you want to come here, under them, or do you want me to go down on you?" I almost orgasmed right then and there, but somehow kept it together.
"Lady's choice," I said as smoothly as I could, but even I heard my voice shake a bit. She stepped off of me once more and sat on my bed, crossing her legs and bobbing her foot up and down. She patted the mattress next to her and I took that as my queue to have a seat next to her. As soon as I did, she bent over and slid me into her warm mouth again, but this time, she maneuvered so that the heel of her shoe scratched my leg a little, a less-than-subtle reminder that she still had them on. Feeling her tongue flick up and down my shaft, still visualizing her stepping on it, feeling the scratch of her heel, and remembering the afternoon in the mall... it all proved to be too much for me, and I emphatically went over the edge...
Before I'd even come down from the heavens, Stacey lay in my bed, leaving her high heels on. She said "I really am glad that you like them. A little convincing today didn't hurt, though." She smiled sweetly, but then asked seriously "You came twice today, but I'm really tired; will you have sex with me tomorrow morning? And maybe in the afternoon?"
After this day, she could have asked me for Midas's gold, and I would have tried my damnedest to get it for her. I promised that I would, then she got out of bed, changed into her PJs, and we spooned... and we both fell asleep with her still wearing her wedding heels.
The End.
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