My suitcase wheels echoed in the airport hotel corridor. Keycard buzzed me out. Layover in this faceless city. Mom dragged me through the mall to a lingerie shop. ‘For your 18th, something adult,’ she barked loudly. Customers stared. I blushed. She dumped me there, dashed to the salon next door. No lunch closure. Freedom hit. Bénédicte, the hot seller, smiled. ‘Wander, pick what you like.’ I eyed safe sets first. But my gaze slipped to sexy lace. Pink set, fine dentelle. Touched thongs, strings, picked tame panties. She led me to the fitting room. Curtain swished. I stripped top. She yanked it open. Tits bare. I covered. ‘Want your mom?’ ‘No!’ Hands down. She grazed my nipple. It hardened. ‘Sensitive, huh?’ Wetness stirred below. Offered bigger bra. Told me drop panties. ‘Sexier for your age.’ Curtain open. No one. I stood naked, shaved pussy exposed. ‘Mom doesn’t know,’ I begged. ‘Lips plump, excited?’ I burned. She knelt, slid string up my thighs. Finger trailed my slit. I sighed, eyes shut. Pussy leaked. ‘Don’t soil it.’ Sexy mirror view. Boiling inside. She fetched garter belt. Red-black corset. Tits out. She zipped it. Attached stockings under string. Electrified. So erotic.
Antoine’s voice boomed. ‘Béné?’ Panic. Curtain! He closed shop, locked door. Clink of keys. Hotel shuttle rumbled outside. ‘My boyfriend,’ she said. Held my hands. He gawked. ‘Sexy?’ ‘Very.’ Made me ditch bra. Tits free. He touched, pinched nipples. I stared, mouth parted. First guy hands. String yanked down. Naked now. Pubis swollen. He backed up. We ogled her pussy pulse. Mom’s salon voices drifted. Risk amped it. ‘Turn, spread legs.’ Bent to ankles. Ass split. Lips parted. Juices glistened. Nearly dripped. She groped his bulge. ‘See what you do?’ Huge tent. Pants down. Cock sprang. Thick, veiny. Real, twitching. Pre-cum beaded. She stroked. ‘Taste.’ Finger in my mouth. Salty. Knees hit floor. Tongues danced on shaft. Ours met, kissed slick. I gripped, pumped. Sucked head. Imagined my crush. Deeper, hungry. She fingered my sopping cunt. Two digits, thrusting. Waves built.
The Stopover
He pulled out. I jerked harder. Cum erupted. Jets splashed. Hot sight. Her fingers nailed me. Orgasmed hard. Quaking, on all fours. Tits swinging. Mall announcements blared. Cum on floor. Cleaned fast. Dressed. Mom back. ‘String instead, same price.’ Flattery worked. Paid. Bag to mom. I snatched. Catalog… and vibrator! Blushed nuclear. ‘Happy birthday!’ Rushed out. Heart pounding. Keycard waited at hotel. Flight soon. That fitting room rush, cock taste, orgasm echo. Anonymous city gift. Back to life, soaked panties reminder.