u/WritingForEndorphins

Having just graduated college, I (22, 5'9, smooth runners body, short blonde hair, green eyes, vers bottom) was lucky enough to get a job while many of my friends were still searching. It's not anything flashy, just a reception job at a big research and analytics firm. I knew very little, if anything, about the company, who their clients are and so on. I was told by HR that I was hired for my personality - always warm, personable, fun and high energy. That's what the higher ups wanted at the reception area. Someone who highly contrasts all the stuffy suits that work there.

A month into my job, and I'm really enjoying it. The people truly are great. I'm happy to help them with any organizational type work or simply brighten their day with a coffee. One part of my job that I have not yet gotten to do though was the one I was most looking forward to....tour guide. Basically, any clients that were in town to meet with us would have me to show them around the city and make sure they had a good time. There would not be a set plan, its more about seeing what the client is interested in and going where the night takes us.

That's where you come into play. My first "tourist", as it were. You're older (40s+) Straight/Bi/Gay and much more reserved than me. You're happy for the company, but let me know early on that one activity will be just fine. Perhaps a wine bar? steakhouse? Cigar lounge? Wherever we go, there's a certain energy we have together and the one activity turns into two which turns into three...

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H! Hope you enjoyed the prompt. So many directions it can go and definitely want to talk it through rather than jump right in. I play first person, 3-4 paragraphs a reply and try to make myself as available as I can during the day (I'm in PST). I'm looking for slow burn and something that can possibly turn into long term. I do NOT require photo refs, but will take them if you'd like to share. I play here or Discord. Any one messages that clearly did not read the full post (pw: tourguide) or show little effort will be ignored.

Kinks and things I enjoy: agegap, teasing, seduction, straight to gay, foreplay, public play, body worship, very oral (give and receive), pet names and light name calling, nibbling/light biting, confident and aggressive men, spanking and choking during sex, cumplay, outfit control (no fem), light bondage and light D/s dynamics.

Limits:scat, anything illegal, fantastical or extreme, heavy BDSM

For me, roleplay isn't so much about how unique the situations are, but the unique perspectives the writers bring to it.

I had been living in the city for six months, now, and really enjoying it. For a single, gay, 24 year old man, it was a great place to live with endless things to do. Each weekend, I try to explore something new and this weekend is no different. I heard about a comic art exhibit at the Modern Art Museum. Being a little of geek, I had to check it out.

Wearing jeans and a very soft black tee, both of which fit my 5'10 fit frame perfectly, I walked around the museum. There were so many great pieces, some bringing back memories of when I first saw the art on comic covers at my local comic store.

Every so often, I'd glance at my phone as a notification or two would pop up from the dating apps. I wasn't a big club guy, but did enjoy a relaxed (gay or straight) bar setting. I met a couple guys that way, and I try my luck on the apps as well. I wasn't sure if I was looking for something long term, just to see whats out there in the big city, I guess.

I've had some fun here and there, but haven't met the one.....yet.

So, yes fairly cliche set-up but hope the prompt connects with someone looking to play an older refined handsome gay gentleman (45 - 60) who sweeps my character off his feet.

Kinks: Romance, Agegaps, Seduction, teasing, kissing, foreplay, gentle to rough, pet names, verbal partners, very oral, mutual body and cock worship, light power dynamics, being showed off, group play, public play, outfit control (not fem), spanking, choking, cuddle fucks

Limits: Scat, anything extreme, illegal or fantastical

When I say “you” in my post title, I don’t mean your character, I mean the man behind the words. I (26, Gay, Nice Looking, Clean Cut, Awkward, Shy, a little Geeky) want to find a roleplay partner that turns me on and gives me butterflies. I want to crush on you and get so excited each time you message me.

We’ll never exchange pics or any personal details, but the way we connect through our roleplay will transcend the connection between our characters.

I don’t have a prompt in mind. Just things I know I like in my roleplays. They’re all listed in my kinks.

If you can melt me in your first message, I’m yours.

Kinks: romance, seduction, passion, teasing, foreplay, mutual body worship, very verbal partners, pet names, gentle to rough, light D/s dynamic, playful spanking and choking, public play, being shared, group play, cumplay, praise, aftercare, being groomed, outfit control (masc, not fem), being cared for, cuddling, slow burn

Limits: scat, hard BDSM, anything extreme, illegal or fantastical, any humiliation or degradation.

It’s too much. There’s only so many times I can see pics and vids of an old friend from high school living his best and sexiest life as a gay man.

In high school, he was the the typical “nice guy.” Smart, unassuming and cool to hang out with. There were never any hints that he was gay.

About five years out of high school, he came out. Since then, he’s frequently posts on social media pics of his now amazing, fit body. I almost dont recognize him some times. He also shares posts of him and boyfriends, vids of hot gay parties, you name it.

We’re now both party and his life continues to look great. He has a steady boyfriend who is as hot as he is, but its hinted at that they also like to play with others. He’s also very successful and able to travel the world.

While that’s all happening, I’m at home, married to a wife who has no desire for sex or even spending time with me, and a dead end job that slowly sucking my soul out from me.

One day, I decided to slip into his DMs to “catch up”

Kinks: teasing, seduction, inneuendo, exhibitionism, sharing pics (not actual pics of me), straight to gay, praise

Limits: Scat, fem, anything extreme, illegal or fantastical

Does this sub have a discord server, or do any of you know of one that focuses on erotica, writing it, reading it, publishing, giving/getting feedback, etc?

Lori knew how she got there. She knew why her body was pressed up against the bathroom wall of a restaurant. She knew she wanted her arms held up above her head, wrists held together by a man's big strong hand, just as they are now. She knew she had just met the man whose warm lips were currently feeding on her neck. She knew all of this and knew it was wrong.

Fifteen minutes earlier, she had sat down at the bar of a busy restaurant wearing her tight little black dress that hugged her slim 28 year old figure. Her brown hair and green eyes were all done up. She was ready to meet someone for a first date, but that someone hadn't arrived yet.

A woman alone at a bar who looks like Lori doesn't remain alone for long. A handsome older gentleman had bought her a drink, and started chatting her up. The man was the epitome of a silver fox, and between his looks and charming personality, her panties nearly dropped right then and there. Of course that couldn't actually happen since she wasn't wearing any.

Instead, she was able to restrain herself for ten minutes. That's when her date walked through the door. Lori could see him, but he could not see her. That was her reason for arriving early in the first place, to make sure she wasn't getting catfished. The guy looked like his pics, but Lori knew she had something better sitting right next to her.

Without even walking over to the date to politely cancel, she leaned in to whisper against the silver fox's ear, "I want you to fuck me, now."

That's how she found herself in that bathroom, exactly where she wanted to be. Her new gentleman friend dragged his tongue from her neck to her lips, kissing her with pure lust and hunger. Lori whimpered against the kiss before nibbling his lower lip. The man tightened his grip on her wrists causing Lori to bite down on his lip harder.

The silver fox responsed by slipping his hand right under her dress. The fabric bunched up at her waist as his thumb found her already throbbing clit and the tips of his index and middle fingers teasing her dripping velvety folds.

"Oh fuck," Lori cried out as her hands went from the man's back where her nails digging into him to his head. Fingers moving wildly though the grey hairs, nails dragged across his scalp.

As their tongues continued to wrestle within each others warm mouths, the man's fingers slipped easily inside Lori. The fingers curled to press against the spongy flesh of her insides before he started thrusting them in and out of her. He wasn't holding back. Lori's body would lift up so high with each thrust forward that she was forced to get on her tiptoes. It got to a point where she wrapped her legs around the man as he continued his assault on her pussy.

The two continued kissing, suckling, nibbling, and biting on lips, tongue and neck. Lori's hips bucking wildly. The moment the man slipped a third finger inside her, she reached her first orgasm. Her body now shaking, barely able to keep her legs around him as her pussy gushed all over his fingers.

The man slowly pulled his fingers from her pussy and bright them to her lips. They glistened with her juices as she captured them with her lips, sucking and tasting herself.

"Good girl," he growled against her ear.

Lori grinned wickedly with his fingers in her mouth. After licking them clean, she dropped to her knees, legs spread. Her dress now bunched up at her stomach. Her pussy dripping onto the hard floor of the bathroom. As the man started moving his thick fingers through her hair, Lori deftly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She didn't even need to reach in for her prize, as his long hard cock had already sprung out over the waistband of his black briefs.

"Oh gawd," Lori whimpered as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and aimed the fat head at her mouth. Her tongue snaked out to tease the slit and taste the sweet pre before her lips wrapped around and start to swallow every inch of his manhood.

As Lori's head bobbed back and forth, sucking on the man's veiny cock with a primal hunger, the man dug his fingers into her scalp and started thrusting his hips back and forth. This was what Lori wanted as she opened her mouth wide, becoming a fuck toy for the man, assaulting her mouth over and over with his cock. Lori's eyes teared up and her makeup started running as she gagged on his cock, each time the head sharply stabbed at the back of her throat. Spittle was flying everywhere from Lori's lips.

"Fuck, slut, im going to cum," the man groaned.

Lori pulled her mouth off the slobber covered cock and groaned, "not yet, I want you to breed my hungry whore pussy."

That's all the man needed to hear to pull Lori to her feet and turn her around. Lori instinctively leaned forward pressing her hands against the cold tiled walls and spread her legs. It only took a few seconds after that for the man's cock to penetrate the already ravaged woman, sliding deep inside the wet pussy that was begging for his seed.

The man's large arms reached around and pulled the top down of Lori's dress exposed her perky B-cup tits. His fingers immediately captured her pebble nipples, pinching, twisting and pulling hard as his cock thrust in and out of her. The fat head stabbing against her cervix over and over.

Anyone walking by the door to the bathroom would think someone was getting murdered by the way Lori was screaming. Her nipples were burning from the way the man's hands were abusing them. It was pain that Lori loved and hadn't felt in quite some time.

As the man fucked Lori's dripping pussy harder and harder with his long, thick cock, she could feel her body tightening. She was on the verge of her next orgasm and didnt want to cum alone.

"Cum with me," she panted, shoot your seed deep into my womb. I want it. I need it. Please!"

The man finally released his grasp of Lori's nipples so that he can grip her hips pulling her so close to him as he thrusted forward. His cock buried so deep within her, it was nearly poking out her stomach. The man let out a loud growl as he came. His legs shaking as rope after rope of hot thick cum covered Lori's insides. He was breeding her like the whore that she is.

Lori's orgasm arrived at the same time. Her body was spasming so much that the man needed to hold on to her tighter, making sure she doesn't fall. Lori had no control over her body as her pussy gushed around the cock that was filling her up.

Lori was just starting to catch her breath when she was brought down to reality as the man slid his cock out of her. She could feel their cum dripping out of her as she then heard the door open and quickly close behind her. Lori collapsed onto the floor, shaking with a huge smile on her face. She was his fucktoy for this brief encounter, and she loved every minute of it.

Eventually, Lori was able to stand up and clean herself up. She did the best she could to make her face look pretty again, or at least presentable. Thanks to her keagle exercises, she was able to keep most of the man's seed inside her as she slowly walked out of the bathroom with a huge grin on her face.

As she headed towards the exit of the restaurant, she noticed her date was still there. He was chatting up a nice woman who seemed to be very interested in him.

Lori, being the insatiable slut that she was, didn't hesitate, though, to walk up to them and whisper into the guy's ear, "I want you to fuck me, now."

Lori knew how she got there. She knew why her body was pressed up against the bathroom wall of a restaurant. She knew she wanted her arms held up above her head, wrists held together by a man's big strong hand, just as they are now. She knew she had just met the man whose warm lips were currently feeding on her neck. She knew all of this and knew it was wrong.

Fifteen minutes earlier, she had sat down at the bar of a busy restaurant wearing her tight little black dress that hugged her slim 28 year old figure. Her brown hair and green eyes were all done up. She was ready to meet someone for a first date, but that someone hadn't arrived yet.

A woman alone at a bar who looks like Lori doesn't remain alone for long. A handsome older gentleman had bought her a drink, and started chatting her up. The man was the epitome of a silver fox, and between his looks and charming personality, her panties nearly dropped right then and there. Of course that couldn't actually happen since she wasn't wearing any.

Instead, she was able to restrain herself for ten minutes. That's when her date walked through the door. Lori could see him, but he could not see her. That was her reason for arriving early in the first place, to make sure she wasn't getting catfished. The guy looked like his pics, but Lori knew she had something better sitting right next to her.

Without even walking over to the date to politely cancel, she leaned in to whisper against the silver fox's ear, "I want you to fuck me, now."

That's how she found herself in that bathroom, exactly where she wanted to be. Her new gentleman friend dragged his tongue from her neck to her lips, kissing her with pure lust and hunger. Lori whimpered against the kiss before nibbling his lower lip. The man tightened his grip on her wrists causing Lori to bite down on his lip harder.

The silver fox responsed by slipping his hand right under her dress. The fabric bunched up at her waist as his thumb found her already throbbing clit and the tips of his index and middle fingers teasing her dripping velvety folds.

"Oh fuck," Lori cried out as her hands went from the man's back where her nails digging into him to his head. Fingers moving wildly though the grey hairs, nails dragged across his scalp.

As their tongues continued to wrestle within each others warm mouths, the man's fingers slipped easily inside Lori. The fingers curled to press against the spongy flesh of her insides before he started thrusting them in and out of her. He wasn't holding back. Lori's body would lift up so high with each thrust forward that she was forced to get on her tiptoes. It got to a point where she wrapped her legs around the man as he continued his assault on her pussy.

The two continued kissing, suckling, nibbling, and biting on lips, tongue and neck. Lori's hips bucking wildly. The moment the man slipped a third finger inside her, she reached her first orgasm. Her body now shaking, barely able to keep her legs around him as her pussy gushed all over his fingers.

The man slowly pulled his fingers from her pussy and bright them to her lips. They glistened with her juices as she captured them with her lips, sucking and tasting herself.

"Good girl," he growled against her ear.

Lori grinned wickedly with his fingers in her mouth. After licking them clean, she dropped to her knees, legs spread. Her dress now bunched up at her stomach. Her pussy dripping onto the hard floor of the bathroom. As the man started moving his thick fingers through her hair, Lori deftly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She didn't even need to reach in for her prize, as his long hard cock had already sprung out over the waistband of his black briefs.

"Oh gawd," Lori whimpered as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and aimed the fat head at her mouth. Her tongue snaked out to tease the slit and taste the sweet pre before her lips wrapped around and start to swallow every inch of his manhood.

As Lori's head bobbed back and forth, sucking on the man's veiny cock with a primal hunger, the man dug his fingers into her scalp and started thrusting his hips back and forth. This was what Lori wanted as she opened her mouth wide, becoming a fuck toy for the man, assaulting her mouth over and over with his cock. Lori's eyes teared up and her makeup started running as she gagged on his cock, each time the head sharply stabbed at the back of her throat. Spittle was flying everywhere from Lori's lips.

"Fuck, slut, im going to cum," the man groaned.

Lori pulled her mouth off the slobber covered cock and groaned, "not yet, I want you to breed my hungry whore pussy."

That's all the man needed to hear to pull Lori to her feet and turn her around. Lori instinctively leaned forward pressing her hands against the cold tiled walls and spread her legs. It only took a few seconds after that for the man's cock to penetrate the already ravaged woman, sliding deep inside the wet pussy that was begging for his seed.

The man's large arms reached around and pulled the top down of Lori's dress exposed her perky B-cup tits. His fingers immediately captured her pebble nipples, pinching, twisting and pulling hard as his cock thrust in and out of her. The fat head stabbing against her cervix over and over.

Anyone walking by the door to the bathroom would think someone was getting murdered by the way Lori was screaming. Her nipples were burning from the way the man's hands were abusing them. It was pain that Lori loved and hadn't felt in quite some time.

As the man fucked Lori's dripping pussy harder and harder with his long, thick cock, she could feel her body tightening. She was on the verge of her next orgasm and didnt want to cum alone.

"Cum with me," she panted, shoot your seed deep into my womb. I want it. I need it. Please!"

The man finally released his grasp of Lori's nipples so that he can grip her hips pulling her so close to him as he thrusted forward. His cock buried so deep within her, it was nearly poking out her stomach. The man let out a loud growl as he came. His legs shaking as rope after rope of hot thick cum covered Lori's insides. He was breeding her like the whore that she is.

Lori's orgasm arrived at the same time. Her body was spasming so much that the man needed to hold on to her tighter, making sure she doesn't fall. Lori had no control over her body as her pussy gushed around the cock that was filling her up.

Lori was just starting to catch her breath when she was brought down to reality as the man slid his cock out of her. She could feel their cum dripping out of her as she then heard the door open and quickly close behind her. Lori collapsed onto the floor, shaking with a huge smile on her face. She was his fucktoy for this brief encounter, and she loved every minute of it.

Eventually, Lori was able to stand up and clean herself up. She did the best she could to make her face look pretty again, or at least presentable. Thanks to her keagle exercises, she was able to keep most of the man's seed inside her as she slowly walked out of the bathroom with a huge grin on her face.

As she headed towards the exit of the restaurant, she noticed her date was still there. He was chatting up a nice woman who seemed to be very interested in him.

Lori, being the insatiable slut that she was, didn't hesitate, though, to walk up to them and whisper into the guy's ear, "I want you to fuck me, now."

Mae was very nervous about the idea of being assigned a partner for her college's freshman year creative writing class, especially when she discovered it was going to be a guy. She had grown up home schooled, in a very small town where everyone, including her family were ultra conservative and modest.

Her home had extremely limited access to the internet on a computer that they all shared. There was not a single TV in your home or any of her neighbors homes for that matter. The community center would oocasionaly play movies, but only G and PG rated films that had the most innocent of themes, Paddington was a town favorite.

Mae turned 18 on October of last year and expressed to her parents that she'd like to go to college. There was a very small university in town, but Mae was insistent on going to a bigger school, somewhere that's not 5 minutes from the home she grew up in.

Because she had always been a responsible and helpful daughter, sister and townsperson, her parents said yes, after a lot of back and forth. They had three rules - she would live in a girls only dorm, always wear very modest clothes, so much so that she always had to have her arms and legs covered, and keep interactions with boys to a minimum.

One month into school, and she was now sitting at a coffee shop waiting to meet her writing partner, Austin, for the first time. The creative writing professor assigned partners so that the students have someone who can read their work, serve as an editor of sorts for each other.

When she saw that her partner would be a boy, she debated taking to her professor about it in order to honor her parents' wishes. However, she rationalized that this was for education purposes and wanted to learn other people's perspectives when it came to writing. So, maybe being a little out of her comfort zone would be good for.

The freshman was wearing a long floor length denim skirt and loose fitting blouse that covered her arms up to her wrists as well as going right up to her neck, where three buttons were fastened tightly. She wore her long brown hair in a tight ponytail that nearly went down to her waist. Her green eyes were soft and not an ounce of makeup on her fair skin.

"Hello, Mae?" a voice slightly startled her.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I'm Austin," the young man, average in every way, softly smiled with his hand extended.

"It's quite okay. I'm Mae," she replied knowing that Austin's hand was extended for a shake but she kept her hands on her notebook that sat on the table she was sitting at.

Austin furrowed his brows, confused, "right, okay," he put his arm down and took a seat.

"How's your freshman year going," he politely asked.

"Good, thank you," Mae responded softly.

It was very clear to Austin at this point that Mae was not here for small talk.

"Okay, I guess we should get right to it. I think you write, I read this week, so what do you got."

"The first half to a short story," Mae replied as she slid the notebook over to Austin.

The whole interaction was very strange for Austin, but he was trying his best to go with it. He took the notebook and opened it up. Mae's handwriting was perfect cursive. Austin didn't even think anyone wrote in cursive anymore, let alone with such care and accuracy.

"Wow, you have beautiful handwriting," he innocently said.

Mae didn't reply with words, only a soft smile.

"Right," Austin replied, "time to read."

The five pages that Austin read surprised him in a couple different ways. First, the subject matter. The story was about a couple on the evening of their wedding day. Both the bride and groom were virgins and they were consummating their marriage. This was not a topic he would ever think someone like Mae would write.

The second out of the ordinary thing about Mae's writing was as beautiful as her cursive is, her writing was very basic. The story started beautifully, the way she described the bride and groom, their surroundings in the hotel room, but once it came to anything intimate in nature, whether it be the actions or emotions of the characters, it came off very simple, almost clinical as if the writer had absolutely no understanding of the more sexual aspects of a relationship between two lovers."

While Austin was reading, Mae sat there, nervously. She was fidgeting with her pen the whole time. Eyes looking down to her lap. She had been regretting writing a love story for her first assignment.

"This is...nice, Mae," Austin looked up and said once finished. He really had no idea what to to say or where to even start on his notes.

"Thank you. I guess that's it then?" It was clear Mae wanted to leave. The whole situation had made her way too uncomfortable. Her face was completely flush.

"Oh, no, I think," not before Austin can finish his sentence Mae, snatched her notebook and scurried off.

Austin replayed the events in his head. He knows he didn't say or do anything stupid of rude. He really did want to help Mae and decided to email her. He would have texted, but she was the only student without a number listed.

His email read as follows:

"Hi Mae. I apologize if anything I did or said offended you. I know Professor Adams set up this partner system so that we can truly help each other with our respective writing. So, allow me to expand on my 'nice' comment."

Austin realized that emailing her notes would actually be easier! It's always easier to be critical when not facing the person who created the work.

"As I mentioned, you have beautiful handwriting, a talent that so few of us have. I like the subject of your story. You wrote your characters and setup really well. I could clearly picture the scene in my head."

Michael paused as he wanted to make sure the next part was written delicately.

"I did have trouble staying engaged with the writing when the couple started being intimate. The bride and groom start off as very well thought out thee dimensional characters but then become almost robotic like when a kiss is even mentioned."

"I'm heading to library to do work. I'll be on the fifth floor, in the stacks. Love how quiet it is there. If you'd like to discuss more, I'll be there till around Midnight."

"It was a pleasure meeting you."

Change to more Mae's POV?

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As uncomfortable Mae felt during her very brief meeting with Austin, she felt even worse for leaving him like that. She knew it was strange, and more importantly, rude, a trait she never thought she had in her.

Her eyes were tearing up as she walked frantically back to her dorm. The only thing she was happy about at the moment was the fact that her roommate wasn't home. Mae was all alone, lying in her bed, sobbing, thinking that maybe her parents were right. Maybe she doesn't belong here.

She heard a small dong on her phone, alerting her to the fact that she has a new email. Her phone was the most basic of smartphones with every restriction imaginable on it. It shouldn't even be called a phone, since there was only one number that she could dial and one number that could dial her, her home. The only reason she has it is so she can stay ontop of emails from her professors.

Mae wiped away the tears as she opened the email. It was from Austin:

"Hi Mae. I apologize if anything I did or said offended you. I know Professor Adams set up this partner system so that we can truly help each other with our respective writing. So, allow me to expand on my 'nice' comment."

"As I mentioned, you have beautiful handwriting, a talent that so few of us have. I like the subject of your story. You wrote your characters and setup really well. I could clearly picture the scene in my head."

"I did have trouble staying engaged with the writing when the couple started being intimate. The bride and groom start off as very well thought out thee dimensional characters but then become almost robotic like when a kiss is even mentioned."

"I'm heading to library to do work. I'll be on the fifth floor, in the stacks. Love how quiet it is there. If you'd like to discuss more, I'll be there till around Midnight."

"It was a pleasure meeting you."

Michael had watched way too many late night softcore movies to the point where he would often think that the scenes portrayed in them could happen in real life.

That's why this late morning, he walks into the swimsuit store in the outdoor shopping mall nearby. A couple weeks earlier, he had seen it was opening, and it reminded him of a film he had seen a few years back on cable, "Beach Bodies." In it, a man found himself in a swimsuit store where the saleswoman decided to model bikinis for him which, in true softcore fashion, led to them fucking.

It's not that Michael has no grasp on reality, but he thinks there's no harm in going into the store when it would most likely be quiet and seeing what happened. He has a feeling that within five minutes, he'd know if there was even a chance of maybe some light flirting with a saleswoman, at the very least.

Michael, 6'1, fit, wearing jeans and a crimson red polo, glances around the store to get his bearings of the place. It is a smallish store compared to the much larger apparel stores in the mall. He has no plans of going through any of the racks of swimsuits as he knows that it would immediately identify him as a creep. He did look to see if there was a male section, but there was not.

The 24 year old was about to exit the store when he hears a sweet sounding voice call out to him, "Oh, hello, Sir, do you need some help?"

Michel turns to see a woman, probably in her early thirties, of average height and curvy. The woman is wearing ripped jean shorts and a cotton tank which is enough for Michael to see that she is a little on the thicker side and has a chest that any top would struggle with containing.

"Sorry, about that, I was just doing some organizing in the back. What can I help you with today?" she politely asks.

Michael hesitates. He realizes he has no actual plan, a mistake on his part.

"No, uh, just looking," a reply that couldn't be more cliche.

"For yourself?"

That question catches the man off guard, "what, no, I..."

"I'm kidding," the saleswoman replied with a soft chuckle, "though no judgement if you were."

"Of course," Michael smiles. The joke eases him.

"I always like to check out the new stores," he continues, "even if it's not for me," he walks toward the saleswoman as they engage in conversation.

"Thats cool. Yeah, we've been open for a week now, but it's been kind of quiet unfortunately."

"Thats too bad."

"Yeah, hopefully things change," the saleswoman pauses for a moment, "can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure."

"Okay, well because it's been so quiet, I haven't had a chance to really practice what I need to say to customers and such."

"So you'd like me to be a customer? Roleplay?" Michael asks knowing full well that the last word might spark something.

"Exactly!," the saleswoman exclaims as she steps closer to Michael, her bright blue eyes meeting his browns, "so what do you say?"

"Sure," Michael replies as he thinks that now there's a 15% chance of this turning into something out of "Beach Bodies."

"Yay! Okay, can you pretend you are here shopping for your girlfriend or wife?"

"I don't have either," Michael replies making sure the saleswoman is aware of his status, "but I can pretend."

The saleswoman clearly clocks what Michael had said as she, herself, gets into the scene.

"Hi, My name is Ellie. Welcome in. How can I help you today?"

"Oh, hello Ellie. I'm Michael."

"Pleasure to meet you Michael, are you here shopping for someone special?"

"I am, actually, my girlfriend. I'm surprising her with a little getaway to the Caribbean."

"Oh, what fun!," Ellie pauses, "let's start with the first question. Like most men, I'm sure you don't know your girlfriend's size, but maybe you can describe her, and we can figure that out together."

"Right. Well, you actually remind me of her. You two have very similar body types," Michael says with a soft grin, hoping that this little role-play is heading in the right direction.

It clearly is, as Ellie brightly smiles from the comment.

"Really? Well thats a great coincidence. We have this line of swimsuits that I love wearing. In fact, I'm wearing one right now," Ellie says with a mischievous grin.

Michael smirks, playing along, "Oh? Looks more like shorts and a tank top than a swim suit to me."

Ellie blushes, "Silly, I'm wearing it under my clothes. I'm happy to show you," the saleswoman pauses as she takes a step closer to Michael, "if you're okay with that, of course."

"I definitely wouldn't mind," Michael replies, his voice a little deeper now as he now thinks the chance of his fantasy becoming a reality is getting better and better.

Ellie doesn't reply. Her eyes stay on Michael's as she reaches for the hem of her tank top and slowly pulls it up over her head, revealing a floral printed halter bikini top. Her large breasts barely contained by the fabric. The saleswoman's cheeks get flushed. It is clear that wearing a bikini like this is new to her. She shyly places one arm around her stomach, trying to hide the soft area.

"Wow, that does look amazing on you, I mean would look amazing on her," Michael catches himself.

"Thank you. It's very comfortable, and it might not look this way, but it's very good at keeping things where they should be. Unless your girlfriend doesn't mind things popping out, so to speak."

"I know I wouldn't," Michael grins as he takes a step closer.

There is only about a foot between them as they stand there, a silence lingers in the air.

"There's more," Elli says quietly as he shyly looks down to the floor.

"I'd love to see," Michael responds, exuding confidence.

Ellie bravely looks back up at Michael as she starts to unbutton her jean shorts. There's only a few buttons and once opened, the shorts fall to the ground at Ellie's sandal covered feet. The bottoms of the bikini has the matching floral print. It hugs the saleswoman's curves just right. Her thick thighs now on full display.

"Turn around for me," Michael gently commands.

Without replying, Ellie does a slow spin for the customer.

"Wow," Michael replies as he takes a step closer, now only inches between them.

Ellie bites her lower lip, trying hard to stand up straight, as Michael reaches for her left cheek. His fingers slowly caress Ellie's soft skin before he leans in and kiss her even softer lips. A whimper escapes Ellie's lips as she sinks into the kiss. One of her hands reaches for the back of Michael's neck pulling him closer to her.

The kiss between them was soft and gentle. Their tongues lightly danced within each others mouths. It was Ellie, though, that breaks the kiss.

"What about your girlfriend?" she playfully asks.

"Who?"

Elie smiles ear to ear at Michael's reply as she takes his hand and leads him to the back of the store where the dressing rooms are. As Michael follows, his eyes stay on Ellie's big round ass, the bottom of her cheeks peeking out from the bottoms. He's memorized watching them sway back and forth.

Ellie pulls open the curtain to one of the dressing rooms. She playfully pushes Michael in, follows right behind him and then closes the curtain. Michael sits down on the small bench, as Ellie climbs on top of his lap, straddling him.

Michael goes in to kiss Ellie, but before he can, she first reaches back to untie her bikini top which immediately falls down, her large tits bouncing free. Ellie's breasts are lighter in color to the rest of her body, causing some very sexy tanlines. Her areolas are big and round and very bumpy. Her nipples are hard and sensitive.

"Fuck," Michael growls as his large hand reaches for each breast, cupping them in his hands, feeling the weight, before he softly squeezes. His lips go right to one of the nipples, capturing it and suckling while fingers on his other hand softly flick the other nipple.

Ellie tries hard to contain her moans of pleasure as Michael fondles and feeds on her breasts. She grinds against his lap harder and harder. She feels his rock hard cock through his jeans pressing against the growing wet spot on her bikini. She wants him inside her.

Ellie's hands quickly fumble with Michael's belt and the buttons of his jeans to spring his thick veiny cock free. Pre drools from the head. Ellie's small fingers wrap around the shaft before slowly stroking it. Now it was Michael's turn to try his best to stifle his screams.

With one hand on his cock, Ellie uses the other hand to push her bikini bottoms to the side. It doesn't take long for her to have the head of Michael's cock teasing her quivering wet walls.

Michael feels all of this and breaks away from suckling on one of Ellis breasts to smile at her, acknowledging his excitement to fuck her. He slowly thrusts his hips forward as inch after inch of his cock gets swallowed by the velvety pussy. Both of them moan from the sensations that rush through their bodies.

Once Michael's cock is completely inside Elle, the two began to move their hips as one, a gentle rhythm that has the thick shaft slowly going in and out of Ellie's warm pussy. The two start kissing again, this time with more passion and hunger. Michael slips one hand between Ellie's legs to play with her swollen clit while they fuck.

Maybe its the excitement of sneaky spontaneous sex. Maybe it's the fact that neither of them had fucked anyone in a while. Maybe it's the fact that Michael's cock just fits so perfectly inside Ellie. Whatever the reason, the two were close to climaxing a few minutes later.

As Michael's cock pokes against Ellie's womb and the saleswoman's clit throbs from her customers touch, Michael moans, "fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Not yet," Ellie pants in reply, her breath getting shorter and shorter.

As Michael tries his hardest to hold back, Ellie's legs start shaking. She buries her face against Michael's shoulder and screams into it, hoping that it muffles the noise as she cums. Her body quivering as the two ride wave after wave of her orgasm.

Ellie tries her best to speak, "don't...cum...yet." though she knows it's a nearly impossible ask.

She just wants to ride out her orgasm for thirty more seconds before she slides off Michael's lap and down to her knees. She takes hold of his cock and doesn't even have to stroke it once as he cums, splashing Ellie's big tits with ropes and ropes and ropes of thick cum.

"Fuck," Michael growls as he watches Ellie's tits get covered.

The two of them can hardly catch their breath or get their heads straight before a voice calls out from the store, "Hello? Anyone here to help me?"