The Protege - S01 E51

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The Protege - S01 E51

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

I quickly ducked into the dressing room, hung the clothes on the rack and planted my ass on the seat. My naked ass, that is. I hiked my skirt and began to touch myself as I looked at her pic on my phone. Then I got an idea on how to take it to the next level. I plugged ear buds into my phone so I could hear her without the rest of the store hearing. Then, I made a video call to Cynthia and laid the phone on the bench. I leaned back against the wall with my legs spread and knees bent. I positioned my pussy above the camera and worked my fingers in and out and then rubbed my clit for the camera.

"Holy shit, you horny little slut! Oh my God Leasle. You're so cruel to me. I want to taste that... fuck you're gonna make me cum again Leasie.'

I wanted to tell her how much I wanted to taste her wet pussy, but the dressing room was open underneath. I whispered hoping she could hear. "I'm in the dressing room at AEO & Aerie, listening with my ear buds, thinking of the picture of your ass."

"Damn Leasie, I'm touching myself again, I can see your beautiful pink pussy. You're such a tease. I so much want to taste that steany cunt.

I whimpered and sped up the pace of my fingers.

"I heard that Leasie. So, you like looking at my ass?"

I began sliding up and down the wall rolling my hips in response

"Are your gonna cum for me, little slut" She panted. "Oh fuu.uck Leasie, I want y, you! Aaaahhhh!"

She began to squeal in a high-pitched voice that sent me over the edge.

"You're making me cum Leasie. Oh Fu, u, u, u, ck!"

My body began to vibrate as I rubbed my clit furiously with three fingers clinching my teeth to prevent screaming out for the whole store to hear. Hearing Cynthia screaming in ecstasy as my fingers pounded my clit sent a jolt of pleasure through my pelvis that paralyzed me. My legs stiffened and hips pulsated pumping my upper body against the wall like beating a drum, but there was no stopping. All that mattered was the wave of pleasure cumming together produced.

I wanted to scream out and let the world know I was cumming for her but held it in as my soaked hot pussy took control of every other muscle in my body.

"Oh God yes, cum with me Leasie. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! she whaled as my body convulsed for her.

My orgasm seemed to go on and on as my fingers were a blur rubbing my clit. Finally, I collapsed onto the phone panting uncontrollably. I tried to collect myself as the reality of my situation came back into my mind.

Cynthia whispered as she panted in my ear. "Oh my God, Ms. Carmichael. I don't believe I have ever cum so hard. You really scare me... You continue to bring out desires I never knew I had."

"Alecia? You ok?" Asked Stacey from the other side of the door.

"I'm fine. Be right out." I replied as I pulled the phone out from under me. I looked at Cynthia on the screen, apparently laying on her hotel bed. "I better go, think the whole store may know what Just happened. You, Ms. Cynthia, make me loose ALL control. Damn, I miss you. If don't get to see you soon, I may end up in jail somewhere."

I hung up and got dressed quickly and straightened myself up looking in the mirror. When I exited the dressing room, it felt like every eye in the place was on me. Stacey had paid and stood holding her bags. I feared my clothes were not on properly and everyone could see it but me

"I take it you're feeling better after that. It sounded like you were "Talking (She made air quotes) with Cynthia. Lecia honey, you (air quotes) "rub one off like a pair of buffalo in a broom closet."

My face turned beet red. "Was it that bad?"

She nodded her head toward a man in the ladies lingerie section ogling me as he pretended to shop.

"Ok, I think we can move on." said red faced.

I slunk out of the store and into the cab. Stacey sat too close to me on the left. I became keenly aware the scent of my wet pussy filled the air. I turned to the right and looked out the window. Then, like the horny little slut I had become, I secretly smelled my fingers thinking of Cynthia, and what I wanted to do to her.

After an awkward silence I noticed Ghalib was looking at me in the rearview mirror with a confused look. He appeared to be sniffing the air subtly. "It's just your imagination... He can't smell you." Said my inner voice. But I knew he could. I reached into my handbag, past my soiled panties to a bottle of perfume. I dabbed some onto my cum coated fingers and applied it to my neck. I sat back and closed my eyes, trying to center myself.

A moment later, I heard a whisper in my ear that only made things worse. She leaned in so close she accidently touched my earlobe with her lips, which sent another jolt through my clit. "I can still smell you Lecial"

What was wrong with me? I just jacked off in public and came like a freight train. And now I wanted to take my best friend in the back seat, while Ghalib watched. I wanted to squeeze her naked ass while kissed her hard and deep. I wanted to taste her cum as I tonged her wildly and felt her silky thighs on my cheeks. I was ready to rub her round little nose against my stiff clit as she tongue fucked me in the cab.

Thank God we arrived at Henri Bendel. I rushed out of the cab. "Keep the meter running Ghalib." I said, bee lining for the ladies room. I was disgusted with myself as I soaped up a washcloth and headed for the stall. I washed my sticky pussy clean before washing my hands. I again splashed cold water on my face. I looked at my reflection and snapped myself back to reality.

"You OK Lecia," said Stacey peeking in the door.

"Yep, ready for action." I said as I walked toward the door.

At the end of the day, Stacey ended up with several new outfits and was immediately occupied by checking out the movers' work when we arrived back at the apartment. I was grateful for the distraction.

The movers grouped her clothing and did an excellent job of putting them in the right drawers. She was occupied checking things out and making some minor adjustments. So, I said good night and turned in early. I was going to have a busy week and wanted to get an early start.

I laid there thinking about Cynthia, and my loss of self-control around her. I so needed to see her. But there was no telling when we could actually connect. The memory of snuggling with Stacey last night had me wishing for a knock on the door. The knock never came and eventually I drifted off to sleep

I was off early and did not see Stacey Monday morning and I was in bed before she came home Monday night. Thankfully work kept me busy all week. We worked diligently to finalize the web site layout for LVMH with a tearn of software and marketing specialist. I was very proud of the team and their efforts to make a user- friendly layout with versions in twelve different languages.