Sadie had to find a way to get Ben to open up.
When I was in my first year of university I had a boyfriend called Ben, he was tall and handsome and intelligent – everything I’d ever wanted in a lover – but he could be very shy.
We’d only been seeing each other for a couple of months when my sister invited us to her engagement party. It had a green theme and I wanted to get the perfect green skirt, so one Saturday afternoon we went shopping. He hated it; I dragged him in and out of every shop looking for exactly what I wanted. He didn’t complain but I could tell he wasn’t happy. I felt bad, I’d looked at every skirt, in every possible style and shade of green, but I still couldn’t find the one I wanted.
Then I found it: the perfect green skirt. I looked at myself in the changing room mirror and I was so excited my body tingled with pleasure, my nipples were hard and my pussy was wet with the thought of how good I looked in it. Suddenly I knew how I could make up for dragging Ben around the shops all afternoon; I could fuck him right here. He’d been so patient and I wanted to reward him. I hitched up the skirt and took off my knickers then shouted for him to come in and see how hot the skirt looked.
He told me the skirt look great and tried to leave but when I handed him my underwear he soon understood what was going on. My pussy was wet and I wanted him inside me. I lifted the skirt, showing him everything and told him to fuck me. He didn’t need to be told twice, he kissed me passionately on the mouth and neck while he softly fondled my thighs and ass. This wasn’t the shy boy I knew. I could feel his erection grow in his boxers as he made his way, kissing every inch, down my body, opening my blouse and fondling my breasts, as he went.
He slipped two of his fingers into my pussy, lightly touching my G-spot, while he flicked my clit with his soft tongue. My knees weakened and I could barely stand as I was hit with wave after wave of pleasure as he tongued my pussy in just the right way. It wasn’t long before he made me come, hard. It was good but I wanted more.
I wanted him inside me and I wanted him now. I bent down and pulled out his swollen cock. I pushed him back on a chair in the corner and straddled him, slipping his erect cock deep inside me. I could barely contain myself, the skirt was so full of my juice by now I’d have to buy it whether I liked it or not. I could feel myself beginning to peak again, my pussy tightening around his shaft. I was going to come and he was going to come right along with me. And then it happened; I could feel his cock pulsing inside me and I couldn’t hold back any more. I came like I was being hit by a train and a scream of pleasure escaped my lips. There was no hiding what we where doing now, as we collapsed to the floor in a wave of euphoria.
As we left the changing rooms the sales girl gave us a knowing look, asking with a smile, “Is everything OK?” We paid for the skirt and quickly made our exit.
When we got home I tried the skirt on again; it was truly perfect and Ben liked it too. We fucked and fucked again every time I wore it. We broke up about six months later but I still have the skirt.
