(graphic 🤭🥰)
As I was thinking about my encounter with Vance and that strange man, I reached the boutique.
The building was a tan color with with cream colored windows.
A small sign next to the door read, "Sally's Dresses and More: Family Operated and Owned since 1953"
The windows displayed mannequins with slim dresses on.
The door was a dark brown color with a golden handle.
I walked up the small steps leading to the door and twisted the handle.
Inside, the boutique was sweet and inviting.
Racks of dresses, sorted by style and color.
Mannequins were displayed in different parts of the store.
The counter to check out at was at the front.
The store seemed very 50's styled.
As if the boutique was a mom's teenage closet.
A kind looking, older lady was working the register.
"Hello, young woman! Welcome in. Is there anything you're looking for in particular?"
The woman wore small rounded glasses.
She had curled grayish hair accompanied by a headband.
Hooped earrings, a pearl necklace, and gloves.
She looked like she was full of riches.
A straight plaid dress, colored orange, was worn on her body.
"Nope, just shopping"
I smiled back at her.
Wait, I do need to know where the new spring collection outfits are.
"Actually, do you know where the new spring collection is? Or any Easter dresses?"
I questioned at her.
She looked off for a second.
She gasped once she had found her answer.
"Ah, yes dear! They are at the back near the changing rooms!"
I looked towards the direction of the back.
The store wasn't large.
Not like any Target or Walmart I had seen in big cities.
The size of the store was more of like a medium sized house without walls.
"Thank you!"
I waved off from her and headed in my direction.
"Your welcome dear!"
I heard her say before the telephone on the counter started to ring.
I made my way to the back pretty quickly.
The collection of dresses, blouses, and shirts all had the same colors in common.
Pastel green, blue, and pink.
Not much of my kind of colors but anything will do.
I observed the styles.
As I was about to pick up a pastel green dress to look at, just like a flash of lightning, the thought of Vance hit me.
Totally unexpected too.
God, that boy was like a drug.
Once you took him in your mind, you became addicted.
A weird feeling started occurring down in my pants.
A throbbing sort of feeling.
I was confused as what it was.
It was as if my down there parts had a heartbeat.
Jesus, Vance. Can't you get out of my mind for just 2 seconds!
I took the dress and gripped it tightly.
Groaning in frustration, I headed into a changing room to take a breath.
The room had a small, thin door.
I locked it and sat on the circular chair in the room.
I needed him.
More thoughts of Vance filled my mind.
Thoughts of him touching my waist, him kissing me...him thrusting in and out of me??!
I hid my burning face in the dress.
What am I thinking! I'm thinking like a dirty slut!
My brain is such a dangerous place.
My hand, unconsciously, traveled down to the zipper of my pants.
My fingers fiddled with the zipper and pulled it down.
Mmm...Vance please...please fuck me
I let my mind take over my body.
Soon, my pants were gone and I was exposed with my underwear.
My right hand played with a strap of my black underwear while my left was up my shirt and playing with my nipple.
Vance...please...call me a "slut"...mmm...im so bad for you.
My fingers eventually started rubbing my entrance under my panties.
Pretending Vance was the one doing it made it so much better for me.
Electric sparks came from my entrance every time I thought about Vance touching me.
My fingers started thrusting in and out of me as I gripped one of my breasts in pleasure.
"Augh!"
My hand from my breast flew to my mouth.
Shit! That was a very audible moan...
A worried look painted my face.
Praying that no one heard my groans, I continued my activity.
I increased in speed more and more.
My breathing became very heavy and the room started to become steamy.
There was definitely a difference in temperature.
My pleasure feeling became more prominent with every thrust.
I soon started to push my hips back forth.
Vance never left my mind no matter what I did.
Just the thought of his crystal blue eyes staring into mine as he thrusted into me.
Vance! Augh, Vance!
I was reaching my climax.
Sweat caused my hair to stick to the sides of my face.
My jaw hung opened while my eyes shut.
I rapidly increased speed, spreading my legs farther than before.
I hit my climax.
My body started to move and act seizure like.
My legs trembled.
My fingers left my below area and rested on the edges of the seat.
My breathing became deep and heavy as I panted.
Only one thought entered my mind.
I just finished myself off to Vance, mother fucking, Hopper!
