Slush Puppys.

Remember those?

The yummier version of an ol' fashioned sno-cone.

And do you think I can find a store that sells SlushPuppies anymore?

No.

Of course not.

After I promised my son that he'd have the coolest yummiest bestest tastiest treat ever if he was good.

He was an angel.

Without the SlushPuppy.

We had to settle for a boring Slurpee.

Slurpees melt. And quickly, might I add.

My son, nor was I impressed with the cheap crappity Slurpee.

Anyways...

Here's a lil' sumthin sumthin for the pervos.

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Close Encounters

(((BANG)))

"What the fuck..?"

I looked around the little dressing room, wondering who the hell, or what the hell, was in the cubicle beside me. I peeked underneath the edge and saw not one, but two pairs of feet.

"This should be interesting", I whispered to myself.

One pair of the feet belonged to a man, obviously - unless women wearing men's runners was a new trend and nobody told me. The other belonged to a woman with slender ankles, who was wearing a stiletto sandal.

Attempting to block out the not so hushed whispers coming from next door, I went on with my own reasons for being there. Slipping the t-shirt over my head, and removing my bra, I slipped my arms through the straps of one of the bras I chose moments before. It wasn't anything special; a basic black bra with lace stiched into the straps.

("We can't do that, there's someone next to us!")

Supressing a giggle, I paid a bit more attenion to the couple... wondering just what it was that they couldn't do. Hell for all I cared, I hoped they would do what ever it was he wanted to do.

("Sure we can, if anything the person will enjoy it.")

Blinking a couple times, I wondered if I had voiced my thoughts. Holding my breath for a short moment, I listened for more action next door... and boy, did I hear it.

Soft moans were escaping the girl's mouth, so whatever they were doing had intensified. I bent low to peek under the stall once again, and this time I saw the man on his knees. Only one of the woman's feet were visible... I imagine the other was up over the man's shoulder.

"Lucky bitch", I thought to myself.

"Still think we shouldn't be doing this?", I heard the man ask.

The woman's moans grew louder in response. And the last moan was followed by a thump... no idea what caused it, but it was enough to make the connecting wall shake.

"Wow", I thought. I knew I was blushing, as I could my face burning... not to mention the heat that had risen between my legs. Keeping quiet, I moved to my knees and hands... kneeling there on the dressing room floor; peeking underneath the stall. The couple way too into each other to notice me.

The man had risen back to his feet, standing infront of the girl. I watched as her panties slid down her legs, and she stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

The panties slid along the floor in my direction and ended up grazing my hand.

Drawing in a sharp breath, I snatched my hand away as if the silky material had burned my skin. I left the panties where they were, and moved my hand into my own panties; feeling how wet I had become.

From my angle, I could see the reflection of the couple in the mirror in their dressing stall. The woman had now lifted her legs up and wrapped them around the man's waist. The man had unzipped his pants apparently, and his cock was jutting out from the opening.

Using her hands, the woman guided the man's cock to her pussy, rubbing the tip of it up and down her lips.

Hearing the man growl and seeing him toss his head back, as he kept in a moan... I moved the tip of my index finger around my swollen clit. Watching the man move her hands away and driving that cock deep into her cunt was almost more than I could stand to see...

I had let out a whimper of my own, as I worked two fingers into the tight hole of my cunny, in the same motions as the man was.

Pounding faster and harder with each thrust, the man kept pushing until I saw the girl squeeze her eyes shut, bite into his shoulder and cum with muffled screams... her moans mixing with mine, as my own pussy muscles tightened around my fingers.

Snapping out of my daze, I quickly stood back up, straightened my clothes, and rushed from the dressing room. Dropping the garments onto the counter, getting ready to pay, I could see the couple emerge from their stall from the corner of my eye.

Making extra sure to avoid eye contact with them, I got my change from the sales clerk and just as the couple passed me on their way out, the man brushed against me, whispered into my ear, "Was it good for you, too?"

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