Christmas Shopping in NY

Authors note: This is just my second story on Lit. I appreciate all the interest people have shown in my first story. Your votes and comments are really appreciated and it really encourages me to continue writing. Hope you enjoy this one too... Madeleine

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The bad thing about flying to New York is the fact that it is such a short hop, that it is very rare for most of the passengers in the cabin to be asleep. In addition we have two crew members less than on most long haul flights and with no break time in the crew rest either, the chances are very slim for me to recruit a new member to the most elite club in aviation. Besides these poor chances to nourish my cravings, our lay-over time is short as well. Just one day and a half in New York before our trip back home. The good thing however is the shopping. As most women, I absolutely love shopping for the latest fashion apparels and am particularly fond of lingerie. The price in France for some nice lace thongs or sheer knickers are extraordinary compared to those you can find in the The Big Apple and as you might have read in my stories, I'm often in need for some new undies.

That is why I was at one of the main department stores browsing through the lingerie section when I first noticed you. It was near the end of the year and Christmas promotions were already put out on display. You were lingering at a display of Simone Perele, one of my favorite brands, which is at least twice as expensive back home. The long black winter coat you were wearing fitted perfectly with your height and broad posture. Your face looked very masculine with low cheekbones that showed a dark course two day stubble.

The flight the day before had been like most other New York trips. The short enjoyable moment of an orgasm I had achieved masturbating in one of the lavatories had left me hardly satisfied. Instead it had just gotten me even more bothered and frustrated without any opportunity of getting my wet pussy stuck on a nice hard cock the remaining flight. By the time we had landed and I had made it to my hotel room down town, I was so horny that I could barely wait to get my Tiger. This is one of my favorite toys from Fun Factory, which I always travel with in my suitcase. The soft silicon toy has a slight curved flexible 6 inch shaft which is shaped like a real penis and with its girth of about 4 ¾ inch and a bulging base for clitoral stimulation, it really is the next best thing to a real cock.

Still dressed in my uniform, I stood in front of the bay window of my room on the 31st floor of the Novotel, looking out over Time Square with the hem of my dress pulled up to my waist and the lace panties pulled aside to allow me to rub the buzzing fake cock along my pussy. Besides the excitement I get from flying, I'm also a bit of an exhibitionist and love the thrill of public places. My pussy lips were swollen and wet. It did not take long for the soft ribbed silicon shaft to become slick with my cream and for it to make its way to my longing entrance. The feeling of the thick tip stretching my lips made me quiver causing me to steady myself against the window as I slowly drove its entire length deep inside of me.

With one finger hooked into the ring shaped base and my thumb on the control buttons, I slowly started to push and pull it back and forth. Each time it hit rock bottom, the bulging base would rub my clit, causing me to gasp for air as jolts of shear ecstasy rushed from my little sensitive hard button all through my body. Easing my Tiger back out, its curved tip would rub against my g-spot, making me quiver even more and causing my juices really starting flow. Easing my pace and continuously adjusting the speed and intensity of the vibrations I tried making this pleasurable feeling to last forever.

I had turned around, leaning my bare ass against the cold glass so I could unbutton the top of my dress with my free hand. Instantly it had found my breasts and heaved them from the confinements of the lace demi-cup bra. My nipples were sensitive and hard, with the puffy goose skin areolas pointing straight up, begging to be touched. Pinching one of them, just send me to new heights and as I kept edging on the verge of a shivering orgasm. Bending at the hips, I looked down between my legs onto the city of NY, while I kept thrusting my Tiger in and out of my wanton cunt, all for the world to see.

Deep down I wanted to be seen, the thought just driving me wilder as the pace of fucking myself with this wonderful buzzing cock toy increased. Standing back up, I turned back around. This time leaning my upper body against the window, pressing my bare breasts against the bay window. The touch of the cold glass caused my nipples to get even harder. My legs were apart with my hand vigorously jabbing my pussy with the buzzing pink toy. With the intensity set to max, I was out of control now. One, two last deep thrusts and I started to cum. Panting and moaning against the cold glass, causing it to fog up with my hot breath. My body trembling and my legs quivered till I finally sank down onto the fluffy istanbul escort carpet of my room.

That and a similar repeating session under the shower later in the evening should have been enough to satisfy my cravings. It had, till just now. There is something about a handsome man browsing through lingerie to buy for his wife or girlfriend. It takes confidence for a man to be looking around and picking out all those delicate garments which cover a woman's most intimate parts. As I walk up to your direction I noticed the ring on your left hand in which you carry a number of sexy items of black, white and red lace. It does not take me a lot of effort for you to notice me. My coat is open leaving my voluptuous breasts on display outlined under the beige cashmere sweater I wear. It hugs around my rounded orbs perfectly. Just briefly bumping into you as I grab a random black bra from the rack you were browsing through was enough. Your eyes gaze briefly at my feminine curves before they meet my smile.

"Shopping for some Christmas presents as well?" I ask.

"Trying to make up my mind what to buy my wife," you respond while you do your best to be inconspicuous as you check me out.

Your eyes roam up from my brown knee high boots along the beige woolen thigh high socks, leaving just an inch or so of my upper thigh bare, before they meet the checkered woolen shorts that cover my ass. I love the way a woman can captivate a men by her outfit and even more so the way it causes men to check me out. Their roaming eyes make me all feel squashy inside.

Your gaze pauses at my breasts when you continue by saying, "Maybe you can help me choose and tell me which outfit she might like best."

Though flattered by your suggestion, I tell you that it would be very hard for me to make that decision for you. After all it depends greatly on the occasion, when and for what type of setting she would be wearing it. Something just for in the bedroom, for daily use or for a night out dining or dancing perhaps, all would need something entirely different.

"I'm planning to take her out to a gala dinner for Christmas ," you say. "So I'm looking for something that she would feel comfortable with wearing out for our date, yet also would look hot and sexy enough to entice me with when we get to our hotel room which I have booked for us."

"That should really be your choice then, you know her best after all," I respond with a flirting smile. "But perhaps there is a way I can help you decide."

You look at me a bit questionably so I ask you to show me what you have picked out so far. Without objection you let me take over the garments to go through them one by one. At least you are a guy with good taste. Most of the outfits you have chosen include a garter belt to wear with stockings, something I like wearing myself very much too. There are a few strings, but also a few nice bikini bottoms, all with matching bra's or top. I notice the cup size, 34D, on one of the bras, which is the same size as me.

"I would not go for any of these," I tell you as I take out a set by Chantelle and two from La Perla. "Not sophisticated enough."

You don't object as I put them aside.

"I presume she would be wearing something black," I continue, "so her undergarments should match."

I take out the white and red sets of lingerie, which leaves just three outfits. A nice corset with attached suspenders and lace bikini bottoms from Dita Von Teese, a very spicy lace bustier from l'Agent Provocateur with demi balcony cups, which probably would not cover much at all, and had matching lace shorts and garter, plus a revealing thin sheer bra from Thistle