Changing

Chris was back staying with his parents while his house was being renovated. He'd been back for family occasions but it had been over 5 years since he'd been in town. The place hadn't changed much, the local coffee house had changed to a Starbucks, the Woolworths had become a 99p store.

Only one shop was still open on the Sunday afternoon, a small men's clothes shop. Inside the shop was crammed with racks of clothing, the windows were blocked with them making it dark and claustrophobic. He couldn't see anyone amongst the rows as he began browsing for shirts.

“Chris?” The voice came from behind him making him spin round.

“Kristy, I didn't realise this was your shop, it's changed.” She stood before him dressed in a simple black skirt and white blouse. He hadn't seen her in years, when they were 15 they had fooled around for a while but nothing serious happened. “I can't believe you still work here.”

“I own the shop now. Bought it a few years back. Until I realised it was you I was going to ask you to leave, but I guess I can close up around you. Give me a shout if you find something, then after maybe we could grab a coffee?”

Before Chris could think of a reply she turned and walked of to disappear amongst the clothes. He went back to the shirts while remembering some of the things they got up to in the store room.

Chris stood in the changing booth taking off a shirt he had changed his mind about when he heard her on the other side of the curtain.

“Do you remember the store room? We had a lot of fun in there.” She slipped through the curtain. She had lost the blouse and skirt and was left wearing a balcony bra that pushed her breasts up into two round orbs, a lace suspender belt holding up black stockings and black high heels. Between her legs shaved skin disappeared into shadow. “Some of my favourite memories from school involve you.”

Chris was shocked into silence as she stepped across the booth to him. Her soft hand grazed his stubble as she gripped his face. Her lips pressed against his, ripe and juicy they teased his open and her tongue gently probed.

Without thinking Chris' hands slipped round her waist, her smooth skin was warm in his hands. Her free hand slipped between their bodies to free him from his trousers. Her hand stroked and twisted round his hardening shaft.

She pulled back from him slipping out from his hands, “I hope you can still perform like you do in my dreams.” Turning her back to him she climbed onto the bench against the wall, kneeling, facing the wall. She gripped the hooks on the wall to hold herself upright.

He closed the distance between them. His mind raced with reasons why what he was doing was crazy, but it wasn't his mind that was in control. Taking himself in his hand he dipped his hips and then thrust up into her. She cried out as his full length pushed deep into her.

“Wow, it feels better than I remembered,” she spoke over her shoulder to him, through her thick brown hair. He pushed his face into the hair lips finding the tender skin of her neck beneath.

His hands reached round her to the clasp of her bra between her heaving breasts. Falling open the bra released her breasts, his hands grabbed them with the haste of a 15 year old boy. His fingers gripped soft flesh, feeling hard nipples against his palms.

He began thrusting into her, it wasn't smooth sensual thrusts of love making but the frenzied assault of a hormone filled teenager. She had been his first and her body still had the same effect on him.

His body became wet with sweat as his breathing became harsh, each thrust threatening to lift her from the bench. The thrusts were met with whimpers from her as it felt like he was going to tear her apart from within. Her hands gripped the hooks tighter muscles in her arms bulging with the force. Between cries and moans her breaths were loud and deep.

He felt the panic of a schoolboy that he would not last long enough to satisfy her. Her body began to burn against him, her shoulder blades pressed tight against his chest. Her blood raced beneath his lips.

Her body began to shake as her orgasm built within her, trying to escape. He pushed harder and faster, trying to force it out of her his own body trying to contain his own. With a final thrust from him he lifted her from the bench, he threw his head back and cried out at the ceiling as he erupted within her spasming flesh.

She cried out in unison as her own orgasm screamed through her body. Her knees landed back on the bench and she fell into the wall her cheek pressed against it as she panted for breathe. Between pants she managed to talk, “I've always loved you.”

Chris staggered back exhausted and stunned into silence.

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