San Diego Secrets, Wet & Wild

The San Diego afternoon hung heavy with heat, a sticky humidity clinging to the waterfront air as my wife and I exited the hotel suite. The upgrade had been a godsend, a temporary reprieve from the airline’s negligence regarding her luggage, a careless oversight that had thrown our weekend plans into disarray. But the hotel’s generous gesture, coupled with the lingering pleasure of our bathroom lovemaking session, had already begun to right the ship. As we stepped out onto the bustling street, a sense of anticipation filled me, fueled by the lingering warmth of her body and the memory of her flawless figure clad in that alluring ankle-length black maxi dress. The semi-sheer fabric, catching the light just so, hinted at the curves beneath, a tantalizing suggestion that only intensified my desire.

We decided to tackle our errands at a nearby Target, a strategic choice that promised to streamline the process and minimize the awkwardness of multiple trips. The store was surprisingly busy for a Friday afternoon, but the traffic was manageable, allowing us to navigate the aisles with relative ease. As I scanned the shelves, my eyes kept returning to my wife, her movements graceful and confident as she selected her necessities. The white wedges she chose highlighted her already impressive physique, emphasizing her round, generous butt and the way her cups poured out just enough to create a captivating view. It was difficult to resist the urge to linger, to savor the sight of her, especially as her body was so exposed in that black maxi dress.

My gaze drifted to the woman's section, where she began her hunt for new additions to her wardrobe. The store was sparsely populated, save for an elderly employee folding clothes near the dressing room. As she examined a selection of dresses, tops, and lingerie, my hand instinctively brushed against her back, a subtle yet undeniable expression of my desire. She turned, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and grabbed the white satin thong she had been eyeing. With a playful smile, she headed towards the dressing room, leaving me to ponder the implications of her choice.

Following her into the small, cramped space, I found the employee, a woman with tired eyes and a no-nonsense attitude, counting the garments she had selected. My wife, without a word, gestured for me to join her, and I obliged, closing the door behind us. The air in the dressing room was thick with anticipation, a silent promise of what was to come. The faint scent of perfume mingled with the musty odor of old clothes, creating an atmosphere both intimate and slightly unsettling.

As she began trying on her chosen items, her back remained turned to me, allowing me ample opportunity to observe her every move. The sheer beauty of her body, exposed in the changing room, was almost overwhelming. Her curves, accentuated by the light, seemed to writhe beneath the fabric, a constant reminder of my own pent-up desires. She slipped out of the maxi dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her bare legs and the tantalizing curve of her rear. The semi-sheer material clung to her skin, highlighting her form and adding to the allure of the situation. The white thong, as it turned out, was part of a matching bra set, crafted from the same delicate satin. The bra itself was barely there, revealing only a hint of her creamy skin and the delicate pinkish-brown hue of her nipples. The brief, bikini-style panty left nothing to the imagination, showcasing her perfectly round, generous form in all its glory. The combination was both provocative and breathtaking.

As she continued to try on garments, flaunting her body with a playful confidence, I found myself growing increasingly hard. Each outfit, each pose, served only to amplify my lust and desire. She moved with a slow, deliberate grace, drawing my gaze and feeding my fantasies. The white satin thong, now barely visible beneath the sheer fabric of the bra, added another layer of excitement to the scene. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a silent invitation to indulge in our shared passions.

Suddenly, she paused, turning to face me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Is that what I think it is?” she asked, her voice soft and suggestive. My breath caught in my throat as I answered, “Yes, and I know you aren’t wearing any panties.” A slow, knowing smile spread across her face, and she grabbed the white thong, turning to head back towards the dressing room. I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest, eager to witness the next act in this unfolding drama.

Inside the dressing room, she hung her chosen outfits on the wall hangers, creating a makeshift runway for her own personal show. As she changed, her movements were deliberate and sensual, each pose designed to tease and captivate. The sheer fabric of the bra and panty set clung to her skin, highlighting her curves and creating an unforgettable visual spectacle. I took my place on the small bench in the corner, my eyes glued to her every move, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of the moment. The room felt charged with anticipation, the air thick with desire and unspoken longing.

As she slipped out of the satin bra, her exposed skin glistened in the dim light. The bra itself was so sheer that I could see the delicate pinkish-brown hue of her nipples through the fabric. Her body seemed to radiate heat, a silent invitation to join her in this private indulgence. She continued to tease and entice me with each outfit, flaunting her curves and captivating my senses. The experience was both exhilarating and overwhelming, pushing me to the very edge of my control.

She then broke the spell, her playful smile returning. “You think it’s sexy?” she asked, her eyes searching mine. Without hesitation, I replied, “Yes.” “Next.” And with a flick of her wrist, she pulled off another outfit, revealing a matching panty and bra set made from the same incredibly sheer white fabric. The bra was even more revealing, exposing her creamy skin and the delicate pinkish-brown of her nipples in stark detail. The panty, a tiny bikini brief, left little to the imagination, showcasing her perfectly round, generous form.

“I was saving this one for last; what do you think?” she asked, her voice laced with anticipation. As she waited for my response, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes fixed on mine. “Mmm, there’s something there. That for me?” she murmured, glancing down at my lap. I swallowed hard, unable to resist the pull of her gaze. “Um, I like the way that one wraps around your mound,” I said thoughtfully, my voice barely a whisper. Her laughter filled the small space, a joyous sound that sent shivers down my spine.

She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “My mound?” she mouthed, her lips brushing against my skin. “Pussy.” The word hung in the air, charged with both intimacy and desire. As I responded, my erection grew harder, a testament to the power of her presence. Her teasing had finally broken through my defenses, unleashing a torrent of lust and passion.

As she continued to change, her movements became more frantic, her body writhing with pleasure. The sheer fabric clung to her skin, creating a mesmerizing display of curves and contours. The contrast between her exposed flesh and the minimal clothing she wore was both shocking and captivating. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, a clear indication of her mounting excitement. I watched, mesmerized, as she transformed into a vision of pure sensuality.

Suddenly, she stopped, turning to face me once more. Her eyes held a challenge, a silent invitation to take control. As she shifted her weight, her hips began to sway, drawing me closer with their irresistible rhythm. With a sudden movement, she lowered herself onto my lap, her body pressed against mine. The scent of her skin filled my senses, a potent blend of warmth and desire. Her pussy was almost touching my cock, a tantalizing prospect that sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

As she sat there, her legs spread wide, I reached out my hand, my fingers gently caressing her delicate flesh. Her parted legs offered me full access, and without a word, she said, “No hands. I’m putting on a show for you.” My hand recoiled slightly, leaving a faint wetness on my fingertips as I grazed her pussy. I sat there, transfixed, as she continued to tease and entice me with each outfit. The sheer fabric of the bra and panty set created an intimate atmosphere, a space where our desires could run wild.

As she slipped out of the satin bra, her exposed skin glistened in the dim light. The bra itself was so sheer that I could see the delicate pinkish-brown hue of her nipples through the fabric. Her body seemed to radiate heat, a silent invitation to join her in this private indulgence. She continued to tease and entice me with each outfit, flaunting her curves and captivating my senses. The experience was both exhilarating and overwhelming, pushing me to the very edge of my control.

In a moment of playful abandon, she came over and hovered above my lap, her knees resting alongside my hips. As she sat low, her pussy was almost touching my cock. There was no physical contact, but, for a moment, she just sat there teasing me with her heat. My erection was getting bigger by the second, wanting her moist pussy, and then she reached forward with both hands and leaned in to my left ear and whispered, “Do you want me?”

Here she sat in the sheerest pair of panties and bra I had ever seen, and she tilted her head to me, fluttering her lashes. We were eye to eye, her mouth inches from mine. “Yes,” I answered.

She lifted up from my lap and wriggled some more and then leaned in and kissed me soft on the mouth. I reached down and unzipped my shorts and she lowered herself back into position. I involuntarily pressed my hips up into her. My cock pushed right up against her bottom through my shorts, and she wiggled her hips down on me wrapping her arms around my shoulders again. I could feel the center of her pussy and my erection getting bigger from her tease, all popped out uncomfortably. There was only the thin fabric she was wearing between us. I could feel her wet little puss on the head of my cock, and that wonderful feeling of pressure on my cock head. She moved her hips in a forward and backward motion. Between us we had so wetted the fabric that I slid freely between her legs.

I had no time to properly digest this exciting little tidbit before she started to rock her hips back and forth again. She went back and forth repeatedly and then suddenly sat up and moved back, allowing my cock to spring into the vertical position again. She raised herself now and then lowered herself onto the tip of my erection, pressing down until the head poked hard against the gusset of her panties. I could feel my head pushing the fabric inside her warmth, spreading her lips so that I could feel her internal heat.

“Oh,” I moaned and she reciprocated my noise with a softer moan.

She put her mouth right at my ear, “Mmm, we’re naughty. I guess you should get some reward for helping me do all this boring shopping.”

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