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As I was looking at some dishes, Isabelle came up behind me, held me around the waist and whispered in my ear, "Sarah...let's go have a little fun in a dressing room." Damn her, she's good. She knows exactly how to appeal to my wild side. I pressed myself back against her, feeling the electricity course through my body at the thought, and nodded breathlessly.
We nearly sprinted into the nearest clothing store, and each grabbed an armful of jeans to "try on." After a hurried look around the store, we found the fitting rooms and went to an empty one in the middle of the hallway. I hadn't even heard the door click shut when Isabelle pounced.
She pushed me against the side of the stall and crushed my lips with hers like we hadn't been able to kiss in months. Her hands held my hips tight to hers as I caressed her face and neck with mine. Isabelle slid her hands up my back to the clasp of my halter and unfastened it, wiggling just far enough away to allow the strips of cloth to fall between us. A gasp escaped me as her thumbs strummed over my nipples, already hard from the naughty thrill. Not to be outdone, I reached for Belles' belt buckle and unfastened her jeans as she slid off her sandals. Our kiss broke again, long enough for Isabelle to wriggle her out of her pants and find my pierced right nipple, that I love to have sucked, with her moist lips.
My silence finally broke as Isabelle gently bit my nipple. I couldn't fight back the low, throaty rumble of a groan. To distract myself from the pleasure I started massaging her breasts through her shirt. We both grew frustrated with the layers of cloth and I hurriedly yanked her tank top and bra up over her soft, full boobs. My hands were rewarded for the adventure with her stiff, sensitive nipples. Isabelle basked in the sensations briefly, then turned things up another gear. She dropped to her knees in front of me, hiked the skirt of my dress up around my hips, looped a finger in each side of my thong, took the middle of the band in her teeth and quickly worked it down my legs, tossing it aside. I fought back another groan as her hot breath danced on my already hot pussy.
Teasingly, she kissed the smooth, bare skin just above my clit and stood up, wriggling her own panties down and off as she did. She pressed her thigh between mine and up against my wet pussy, wedging me tight between her body and the wall, inviting my own leg up to her dripping slit. As we situated, she grabbed my leg at the bottom of my butt and started grinding herself into my thigh. God she was wet...and so was I. Our hips quickly found the rhythm we each needed, slow, hard thrusts, sinking deep onto one another at the end. I needed this, badly. I humped her leg as we each ground our clits against the other's thigh. Her free hand found my waiting nipple, and gave it an electric tweak. I kissed her as hard as I knew how, to try to keep myself silent, but I knew I was losing ground.
Our orgasms spiraled into one another like satellites on a collision course. As she got closer to cumming, I felt her thigh grow tenser and tenser, giving me even more of the firm, delicious pressure on my button. From her thrusts, and the way she kissed me and pinched my nipple I knew she was approaching the brink. My own climax wasn't far behind. I felt her temperature rise, her breaths get ragged, and the fine, thin layer of sweat appear on her skin. Her thrusts grew ragged, and she jerked her hips side to side, giving her the exact touch I knew set over the edge. Our kiss broke and her mouth hung open limply as her body tensed like a spring and shuddered violently.
A few ragged breaths later, Isabelle's body relaxed as the main quake of her orgasm subsided.