One afternoon I met my friend Hannah to go shopping.

For most people, an afternoon at the mall is a fairly unremarkable activity. But most people haven’t met Hannah. Elaborate parties, shopping sprees, fine dining and even sex — some of my most decadent and exciting experiences have been with her.

Hannah was chattier than usual as we browsed the racks at one of our favorite boutiques. She was clearly trying to act relaxed, but she was failing miserably. A sly smile pulled at the corners of her lips. With Hannah, that’s a sure tell. She was definitely planning something.

Announcing that she would style outfits for both of us, Hannah flitted from display to display. Occasionally she’d stop to consider an item, picking it off the rack and holding it against one of us to “test the look.” Every time she held a top to my chest or a skirt against my hips her knuckles brushed against an intimate place on my body.

Once we both had our arms full of clothing, we headed to the fitting rooms. Hannah darted into the largest space in the back, waving for me to join her.

I added my armful of clothes to the pile Hannah had created on the bench. Before I could choose something to try on, Hannah thrust a lace and silk corset top at me. “Try this,” she said. “The ice blue will really make your eyes pop.”

Hannah was rarely wrong about such things. I tugged my shirt over my head and discarded my bra and pants.

My eyes met Hannah’s in the mirror. She was leaning against the far wall of the room, watching me strip. The tip of her tongue traced her lower lip. “That bustier is going to make your tits look incredible,” she murmured.

Once I was all hooked into the item, I turned so Hannah could inspect me. She trailed her fingertip along the cups of the corset. The light touch of her nails against my skin made me shiver. Then her hands dipped inside, pulling my breasts from the cups.

The pads of Hannah’s thumbs ran slowly over my nipples.

“I love their rosy red color,” she said, keeping her eyes locked on the erect nubs. “They look like berries. Makes me want to take a taste.” Her tongue darted out, lashing against one of my tiny nipples. Once it was achingly stiff, Hannah tugged the bud between her lips, laving her tongue over the tip as she drew on the sensitive bit of flesh.

My eyes darted to the dressing-room door. I could hear other customers milling around in the other fitting rooms. If I could hear them, they could certainly hear us. I bit back the moan rumbling in my chest and tugged at Hannah’s hair, trying to pull her up to look at me.

Her eyes were dark with lust, and her lips pulled into a pout. They were slick with saliva and appeared slightly swollen from sucking me. They were the kind of lips that begged to be kissed. A hint of annoyance rang through her voice as she asked, “Problem?”

Mortified, I whispered, “People may hear us.”

A naughty smile lifted Hannah’s lips. “That’s half the fun, doll.”

Hannah pushed me against the mirror. Her fingers wrapped around my thighs, pressing into my flesh so that I was braced against the glass. Heat radiated across my chest, forcing away the chill brought on by the glass against my back.

My breaths came in big, heaving gasps marked by the rapid rise and fall of my  breasts. Lust battled with reason in my mind. Every bit of skin that Hannah touched was tingling. It felt like I’d stuck my finger in an electrical socket, shocking my body into a heightened state of sensation.

Hannah looked up at me. She held a finger to her lips and then yanked down my panties.

“I’m going to make you come, but you have to promise to keep quiet,” she said softly.

Hannah’s hand moved back to my thigh and gave it a squeeze. Then her head ducked between my legs, nudging my thighs apart until her tongue could glide along my slit.

A hot, wet flick against my clit made my hips jerk back, rattling the mirror. Hannah pushed me harder against the glass. Her nails dug into my hips, spreading fire across the sensitive flesh. Her rigid hold on me made it impossible to move. Try as I might, I couldn’t press against or pull away from her tongue. Hannah kept me rooted to the spot, completely at her mercy.

A groan mingled with a moan in my chest, and I couldn’t help but let the garbled sound push past my lips. Seconds later, a worker was knocking on the door.

“Is everything all right in there?”

“Savoring Hannah’s taste heightened my arousal, and my pussy clenched.”

Hannah stood and slapped a hand over my mouth. “Yes, fine,” she shouted back. “Just caught my hair in the zipper of a dress, but I’ve got my friend in here helping, so I’m good.”

“All right miss,” answered the disembodied voice. “You just give a shout if either of you needs anything.”

Hannah turned her attention back to me. I wilted under her smoldering gaze, bracing myself for what would come next.

“I told you to be quiet,” she whispered harshly. “Looks like you need something to shut you up.”

Hannah placed her hands on my shoulders then took a step back. She pushed me to my knees, planting her feet on either side of me so that she was straddling my face.

“Lick me, Stephie,” she ordered, clutching her skirt in one hand.

I stroked my hands over Hannah’s bare thighs, determined to make her lose control. Little goose pimples blossomed across her skin, presenting me with physical evidence that she was very excited by my touch.

I slid my hands higher, fanning my fingertips so that every caress brushed against her pussy. When I reached the edge of her panties, I curled my fingers into the lace and used my nails to tear through the center. The long split down the front of her panties perfectly framed the thick, rosy lips of Hannah’s cunt.

Before I could take a taste, both of Hannah’s hands landed on the back of my head. She pulled my face against her pussy, rocking her hips and slamming her slit against my mouth.

Wetness from Hannah’s pussy glazed my lips, her sweet and salty flavor nearly making me swoon. I opened my mouth wider, dragging the tip of my tongue along the seam of her.

Though I could feel tremors of pleasure rocking Hannah’s body, she never once emitted so much as a whimper. Frustrated by her self-control, I increased the intensity of my tongue’s motion.

Determined to make Hannah lose her cool, I circled the opening of her sensitive passage, tentatively pushing my tongue into the silky wet hole. When I finally plunged my tongue within, her muscles contracted rhythmically. I wiggled my tongue while I worked my jaw, using my lips to massage Hannah’s folds, fucking her from the inside out.

Changing my tactic, I traced the tip of my tongue along Hannah’s slit, lapping up all those tasty juices she was making for me. Then I latched my lips around her clit, humming against the sensitive bud until Hannah’s thighs trembled against my cheeks.

I flicked the tip of my tongue across Hannah’s clit, pounding out a sharp, staccato rhythm. My fingers teased at her slit, gently working the folds apart. I slipped one finger inside Hannah’s entrance. I crooked the tip, pushing against her sweet spot with every thrust. Still, no matter how much I worked her most sensitive places, Hannah never made a sound.

I slid in a second finger to join the massage, hoping to send Hannah into a frenzy that would break her silence. Her thighs trembled, shaking with the effort it took to hold herself steady against my very thorough exploration of her pussy.

A barrage of flicks against Hannah’s clit made her knees close tight around my head. I pushed my fingers forward in her pussy, matching the rhythm I set with my tongue.

Finally, Hannah’s muscles seized, spasming with the force of her climax. Her knees shook and her legs gave out, pitching her forward. Despite this massive loss of control, she remained perfectly silent.

Hannah stood straight and took a few steadying breaths before speaking. “I told you I could keep quiet,” she said softly. “Now let’s see if you learned anything from me.”

Hannah threw me onto the bench that was piled high with clothes. She sank to her knees, centering herself between my parted thighs and getting comfortable.

Her tongue pressed against the seam of my pussy, gliding along the slit. She danced around my opening, licking and flicking so that my hips writhed.

First one, then two, and finally three fingers pressed at my entrance before sliding inside. She massaged my inner muscles, coaxing pleasure from my core. My mouth hung open in a silent moan. When I traced my tongue along my lips, I could still taste the tang of Hannah’s honey.

Savoring Hannah’s taste only heightened my arousal, and my pussy clenched hard around her fingers. Taking this as a plea for more, she pumped into me faster and harder.

Hannah’s lips closed around my clit. My head tilted back when she sucked the sensitive bud between her teeth. I still hadn’t come down from her earlier tongue-lashing, and the flavor of Hannah’s arousal lingering on my lips made my own climax rush over me.

A mind-bending orgasm rocked my body, making my limbs vibrate. I bit down hard on my lower lip, determined to keep quiet despite losing control.

The last waves of bliss rolled over me, and I relaxed into a semi-conscious state. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the disheveled pile of clothes around me before my gaze landed on Hannah.

She flashed me a satisfied smirk.

“Now that I know you can keep quiet, we’ll definitely be doing this again.”

My post-orgasmic glow lingered, leaving me sluggish as I completed my purchase and left the store in a daze.

Keeping my pleasure under wraps was hard, but the payoff was well worth the risk of discovery.