I hadn’t seen Vera in more than a year, but on the day we reunited she looked just as sexy as ever.

I walked over to her car, and she flicked open the door latch. “I hope you don’t mind my looking you up,” she said. “I knew you wouldn’t mind showing me around town since I’m new to the area.”

“Anytime,” I said as I climbed in beside her. I pecked her on the cheek and slammed the door. I caught a whiff of her vanilla scent with that quick kiss and took notice of her chestnut hair pulled back in a ponytail, her fresh young face enlivened with just the right amount of makeup, accenting her full rosy lips. We exchanged pleasantries about our old job together and caught up on who was doing what with whom.

Vera glanced at me and smiled as I directed her through town toward the main shopping mall, pointing out places of interest along the way. Vera was a good driver. I really enjoyed watching her shift gears, her long thin fingers tipped by a perfect French manicure. While she looked ahead navigating the turns, I stole a peek at her sleek calves and slim thighs. I shifted my eyes frontward, and adjusted myself in the bucket seats. Suddenly my jeans had gotten very tight.

I mentioned how well she drove and glanced over at her. Her eyes were focused directly on my crotch. Her lips had parted slightly and she was licking them. She flicked her eyes back to the road and kept them there until we reached the parking lot. Visions had been bouncing randomly in my imagination: her chestnut hair, her luscious thighs petting each other, her glistening lips, her staring at my crotch. There was something different about Vera. She’d grown much more sophisticated and self-assured.

In a store in the mall we made our way to the designer section on the second floor. Vera looked at various racks before selecting a pair of jeans and leading me toward the fitting rooms. A salesgirl came over to count the items. After directing Vera to a vacant dressing room, she returned to the floor.

Vera pulled the velour curtain, leaving just enough room for me to peek. I didn’t want to take advantage — she was such a nice girl. I stared downward, kicking my toe into the carpet, trying to think about something else. But those same visions of her popped into my mind — her eyes on my lap, her tongue glossing her lips, those wondrous thighs. I felt my briefs begin to fill again. I just couldn’t help myself.

At that point I looked up and saw Vera’s reflection in the mirror. She had taken off her jacket and blouse and was bending over to step out of her skirt. I tried to divert my gaze, but we had caught each other’s eyes in the mirror. Vera smiled one of those ”I see you,“ smiles. She hung her skirt on a hook, bent over again, and shimmied into the jeans. Then she gave me a full frontal view of her flat stomach and full breasts, coned neatly into a white bra. Pivoting, she gave me a great angle on her curvaceous ass. I was transfixed. She turned again, looked straight at me, and mouthed the words, “Hi, Louis.”

I couldn’t believe she was letting me look. Erotica du jour. I winked back. She quickly took off the jeans, and I had to turn away. The swelling in my crotch was too much to conceal. When I turned back she was next to me, fully dressed. “All right, these fit well enough,” she declared, and headed for the cashier.

I lagged behind, trying to deal with my bulge. Vera stopped suddenly and said she forgot about lingerie. She quickly found her size, choosing something flimsy with lace. As we made our way toward the fitting room again, she asked, “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yes,” I said. “Why?”

“You look like you’re limping,” she said with a grin.

“Oh, that. I just pulled my thigh a little when I was running yesterday.”

“Thigh muscle — right,” she said with a knowing smile. “I’d say you’ve got some pipe in your pants there, Louis.”

Pipe in my pants? I wasn’t schooled in this type of frank talk. But I tried to go with it. It was titillating, stimulating. “Okay, I admit it,” I said. “I couldn’t help watching you dress, and I got a little excited. You really have some body. When I saw you last year, you were always wearing layers of clothes.”

“I just decided I wanted to show off a little, reinvent myself,” she said. “So, what did you think, Louis?” she asked. “You said you watched.”

Compliment time. “Watched?” I said. “I think I had an out-of-body experience. You’re a gorgeous woman, Vera, and you’ve got the face of an angel. I nearly fainted. You’re really hot.”

She smiled and blushed slightly. “I’m glad you feel that way.” Our eyes were locked. I’d never before looked into eyes that were so green. Then she whirled around, grazing the bulge in my pants with the back of her hand, and headed toward the changing rooms. I didn’t follow right away. I was enjoying the bounce of her walk; the strange thing was that it seemed to be in rhythm with the throbbing of my penis.

The attendant gave her the required tag, and Vera motioned for me to step forward. She said to the attendant, “I see all the rooms are empty. Would it be okay if my husband came in to help me with the hooks?”

The nice unsuspecting woman nodded an okay. I smiled and played the dutiful husband. Vera opened the curtain, and I followed her in. “Sit, darling,” she said. She peered around the dressing area, then pulled the curtain closed behind us.

I sat down, and Vera hung her jacket on one of the hooks. She pulled loose her ponytail, freeing all of that awesome shoulder-length chestnut-brown hair. She shook it out, then dipped her pretty face toward her chest and began unbuttoning her sheer white blouse.

“Can I help?” I asked.

“Please do,” she said.

I started at the waist, working my way up, slowly and smoothly. She undid the top button, then suddenly unzipped her skirt. When it fell to her feet, Vera stepped out of it and kicked off her pumps. She was now fully nude from the waist down, her bush was of perfectly trimmed chestnut curls, her ass pear-shaped, the cheeks wonderfully rounded and sun-kissed to perfection.

It was going to happen right here in the fitting room. I gazed into her face, drunk with her scent, my hands full of glorious ass. I pulled her down by the shoulders, and kissed her pillowy lips. Vera freed her breasts from her bra and, dangling them in my face, ran her fingers through my hair. Her tanned tits swung lightly, each tapering down to a soft point. I sucked the left nipple into my mouth, lightly tracing its outline with my tongue. Vera bent and began licking and kissing my ear. I lifted my left hand up between her luscious thighs, making her tremble. I looked deeply into her eyes, pulled her close, and whispered, “I need to taste you.”

She put one foot on either side of me and hoisted herself up, grabbing the clothing hooks above my head. I licked her dewy thighs, then pulled her pussy closer to me so that its lips met mine. I stuck my tongue into her precious slit. She shivered with each movement. “Don’t worry, Vera,” I whispered as I raised my head to kiss her stomach. “There’s no one else back here and the salesgirl is out on the floor.”

I returned to her pussy, and Vera moaned as she fucked and squeezed my tongue. I drank in her sweetness and found her clit, licking it four or five times slowly, then fluttered my tongue against it lightly and quickly, before switching to sucking, first softly, then with more insistence. I grasped her hips. Vera was dripping with excitement. She ground her pussy into my face and cried out, “Louis, my pussy is so wet. I’m coming, I’m coming.” Suddenly she gasped, “I need your cock, Louis. I need your cock now.”

Then she stopped. Just like that. She lifted herself up, using the hooks again, twisted from my grasp, jumped down, clasped my face in her hands, and feverishly sucked her own nectar from my lips. She fell to her knees. Furiously, she flipped open my belt, yanked down my zipper, whipped out my cock, and swallowed me clear down to the base. I felt the tip bounce off the back of her throat. My rod was so hard I thought I would explode with the next bob.

Vera was in flames. She rose back off my pulsating prick with a sigh of “Mmm.” I teased her nipples as she licked my balls. She was pure talent. She licked and tickled her way around my cock, and then it was back down to the bottom of her throat again. Up an down she bobbed. I was just about ready.

“Vera, slow down,” I whispered. I nearly shot off and had to pull out.

Then we heard a knock. I froze. It was the salesgirl. “Are you okay in there?” she asked.

I was dying for release, praying the salesgirl wouldn’t pull open the curtain. “We’re just fine,” I said. “Her zipper was caught. We’ll be out in a few.”

“Just checking,” she said.

Vera pulled my face toward hers and plunged her tongue deep into my mouth. We began mauling each other again. Then she whispered, “I want you inside me, Louis — inside my pussy.” She climbed on my lap and sat right on the head of my cock, lowering herself onto it a little at a time, until I was deep within her wonderfully drenched pussy. Up and down she went, alternating between slow and passionate. One hand was on my thigh, the other rubbing her clit. Then, fast and furious, I grabbed her slight hips and began banging her down onto my cock.

Her fingers gripped my thighs and she moaned, “Fuck me, fuck my pussy, Louis. I’m coming now.” I pulled her down hard onto my shaft. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I’d been teased so much that day. Finally I shot my load, and when I did I saw fireworks. Vera shook and collapsed in my arms. I hugged her tightly and kissed her softly with a few final thrusts. We were both exhausted and could have stayed that way forever, but I knew our time was up.

“We have to go now,” I said. We fumbled for our things and dressed as quickly and quietly as we could. I gathered the merchandise and Vera opened the curtain. Drenched with sweat, we walked past the salesgirl.

“Did everything fit?”

“Perfectly,” I said, and winked at her.