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36D
[NC17]

Quarter to nine. No one would have the nerve to come into the store now, Lizzy thought as she leaned against the counter. I mean, it's Valentine's Day. You'd have to be pretty pathetic to show up to buy a gift at this time of night.

Having assured herself the coast was clear, Lizzy ventured back to the storeroom where she had stashed the apparel she had handpicked from the shipment that morning. One of the benefits of being the owner of your own lingerie shop was having first dibs on the new arrivals. She had scoped out the only 36D hand-made jacquard corset delivered and she was dying to try it on. She had waited patiently all day for her opportunity but no willpower remained. She just couldn't wait for that last fifteen minutes to be up.

At the moment she finally wrestled herself into the magnificent piece of undergarment, Lizzy heard the telltale ring of little bell above the entrance. She couldn't believe her luck. There hadn't been a customer since way before eight and here she was in her skivvies.

"Hello? Is anyone here? Are you still open?" a deep, British-accented voice asked from the front of the store.

"Um, yes. I was just about to close though," Lizzy responded weakly. She was rushing to put her clothes back on and had verbalized her thoughts before thinking.

"Well, it's not nine o'clock yet, is it?" the voice asked haughtily. This did nothing to procure Lizzy's good opinion, nor did it improve her mood.

"No, it's not. Take your time. I'll be right out," she answered briskly. She hastily began to put her black wrap-around dress back on, but then stopped. I'm not going to rush for some guy who's making a half-assed attempt to redeem himself so he can get a little action on Valentine's Day.

Although she slowed her pace, she couldn't quite divest herself of all her client service skills, so she again called out to the waiting customer. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Darcy was not at all impressed with the sales clerk. First, she hadn't made an appearance, then she insinuated she was closing early, then she kept yelling at him from the stockroom. He would certainly complain to the management when he had the opportunity.

"No, I'm fine," he responded. "I'll just have a look here myself."

He took a moment to appraise Petticoat Junction, the store where he had been ordered to go shop. It was tastefully decorated, and as alluring as the items it sold. It felt like he was in the boudoir of a woman with discerning tastes. Subtle Spanish guitar music played over the speakers and there were elegant chairs, mirrors and chaise lounges scattered throughout the store. He felt strangely relaxed. He turned to the rows of bras, panties and other unmentionables on the wall and began a half-hearted search.

If he didn't need her help, Lizzy decided she'd get the closing of the store underway. As she walked to the front, she couldn't help but notice the impressive back of an extremely tall man. He was dressed in a fine brown serge coat with a matching fedora. She could see the edges of dark curly hair peaking out from under the back of the brim of his hat. He's a rather dashing dresser. Too bad he's a loser.

Even with these negative thoughts, she again offered her assistance. "Just let me know if you need any help. That's what I'm here for."

She began to lower the blinds on the front windows and decided to continue talking, intent on helping him find something quickly so she could get him out of the store. She may not have had plans, but she didn't feel the need to be spending any extra time helping this man.

"Are you shopping for your wife?"

"No, my girlfriend."

"Do you know her size?"

"Yes." He ventured nothing further and she again remained frustrated by his abruptness. She took a breath and continued her questioning.

"What is it? Perhaps I can help you," she offered as she was locking the front door. Darcy finally turned around to see the pushy woman who had been so rude to him. The vision before him was rather inviting. Her lovely chestnut brown curls were tied loosely in a cream-coloured silk ribbon but what he enjoyed more was the sight of the lady's posterior as she bent over the door lock. Her figure was most appealing.

Too bad she's so cranky, he thought, turning back to his search. Perhaps she can help me though. I really don't know where to start.

"I think she's a small on the bottom, I suppose she is anyway. On top she's a 36D." He spoke the last sentence definitively.

Lizzy began to walk quietly towards him. Somewhat surprised by his statement, she asked, "Are you sure? You're not certain if she's a small, yet you know her exact bra size?"

"Absolutely," he answered dryly without turning around. "Caroline made her plastic surgeon guarantee that exact size under threat of a lawsuit."

Lizzy had to laugh at this statement, as it didn't sound like he was impressed. When she was right behind him she hazarded a guess. "So, she's my size. Is she something like me?"

At first, Darcy was startled at her nearness and for the first time appreciated the smoothness of her voice. He hadn't heard her approach and when he turned around he almost stumbled backwards at the site of her. Indeed, they were both shaken by what they saw before them, and an instant, unknown connection was made.

He first noticed her eyes, a deep shade of brown that sparkled with an inner light. Her face wasn't a classic beauty but it was fresh and alive - it spoke of a love of the outdoors - all-natural. He then feasted his own eyes on the body of a deity. He'd have to commend the owner of the establishment on his hiring practices. There was no greater inducement for buying lingerie than seeing a woman who would look fabulous in nothing but.

She had the perfect hourglass figure, an extremely small waist and soft, voluptuous curves that seemed to invite him to touch. He mentally declined the offer, as tempting as it was, but with a penetrating gaze and a soft, deep, mesmerizing voice, he couldn't help but respond honestly to her supposition. "She's nothing like you."

Their eyes locked as the sound of his voice washed over her body and infiltrated her senses. She knew she should have been offended by his provocative intonation; indeed, it was obvious he was giving her a blatant compliment at the expense of his girlfriend, but for some reason, she simply enjoyed the flattery.

How could she resist the charms of an impeccably attired man with the most soulful dark eyes she had ever observed? His long, sooty eyelashes enabled her to follow his gaze as it moved down her body. His diverted eyes gave Lizzy the opportunity to make an assessment as well, but hers was unnoticed. His shoulders were broad and his entire being reeked of confidence and power, a potent aphrodisiac when united with a defined, strong body and chiseled facial features. He was handsome, devastatingly so, and though Lizzy was not one to have such thoughts at her store (it could be a workplace hazard - opportunities abounded), she couldn't help but strip him down in her mind, envisioning them at the three-way mirror in the dressing room area.

After an unusually long silence, Lizzy finally managed to clear her throat and ask, "So, she's tall then."

"Yes," he answered slowly, returning to earth but not leaving the intimacy of their moment. "She's tall and rather... angular. I wouldn't say she has soft curves."

"That's not a very nice way to describe a loved one," Lizzy said with slight disapproval in her tone.

"Well, we're not exactly on the best terms at the moment," he answered.

"Perhaps because you're a little late in getting a Valentine's gift?" she reasoned pertly.

"I already gave her one. She didn't like it," he said simply, shrugging his shoulders. He was not a man to talk about his private life with anyone, and he particularly didn't want to talk about Caroline with the woman before him, but for some reason he couldn't deny her an answer.

"And what would that have been? A large screen TV?" she teased, trying to lighten the mood. She had no desire to talk of his girlfriend either. At this point, she would have preferred he'd entered the store as a single man with a lingerie fetish instead of a girlfriend.

"No. I wanted to whisk her away for a weekend in the country at my cabin. I had our bags packed and was ready to go. She was insulted," he explained.

"Insulted? Why?" Lizzy urged him on. What's wrong with this woman?

Darcy's countenance darkened, remembering the argument... the several arguments he and Caroline had had in the past few weeks. The last one just angered him all the more. "She felt it would be work for her. We'd be responsible for our own cooking and cleaning. She's not used to that."

"For a weekend? What's a nice man like you doing with a lazy woman like that?" she asked before she realized it wasn't really an appropriate question... but she had to know.

"Honestly, I don't know. In fact, we've been having serious problems and this weekend was to be a sort of retreat to help us deal with them. So much for that," he answered with a bitter chuckle, glancing towards the floor. When he looked up, he saw the soft, genuine look of concern on Lizzy's face and was swept back to his earlier thoughts of seeing her in nothing but a fetching teddy, much like the one currently modeled by a woman in an advertisement above her head.

Without reserve, she reached out and placed her hand on his upper arm. "I think it was a very romantic gift. I would love something like that. She doesn't realize what she has."

A wave of desire rushed through Darcy, but he didn't act. He wasn't sure if the lady before him realized the power she had over him with her slight touch. For all he knew, she was just being sympathetic to a customer to help the sale and get him out of there.

"Forgive me. I shouldn't be bothering you with such stories. It's far past nine now and you'll want to lock up and get going," he said, embarrassed by his confessions to a stranger, but relieved when her hand remained as it was, on his bicep.

"Don't worry about me... and besides, we're already locked up. You can get out just... no one can get in. And I'm one of those sad souls who has nowhere to go tonight but up to my apartment." She smiled with no pretense, now patting his arm.

Gently, he reached over and placed his free hand on hers, pressing her hand back against his arm. Her skin was so tender, her touch so light, but his hand was burning as he made contact.

"You really shouldn't tell strange men that we're locked up and you live upstairs," he warned.

"I suppose not," she said, averting her eyes, blushing, and smiling slightly. She felt a little uncomfortable, confused by his touch and his contradicting words. He didn't stop her when she removed her hand.

Darcy wasn't ready for the moment to end awkwardly, so he continued their conversation.

"You really live upstairs? Does your family own this store?

"No, it's my store," she said, smiling with pride.

"You own it?"

"Yes."

"I'm certainly impressed. You look so young to own your own store."

"Charming answer, thank you, but I'll have you know I do very well."

"I have no doubt," he said huskily, and she was again caught in his gaze.

Suddenly, he grasped the situation. He was flirting dangerously with an absolute stranger. He wasn't a man to take risks with women, he had been disappointed too many times, and so he regrettably turned away and said, "I suppose I should find something."

Lizzy was then well aware that whatever problems he had with his girlfriend, he had come to the store to buy her something. Whatever chemistry there was between them was not to be acted upon.

"Well, take your time. I have something to take care of out back. Just let me know when you've found something appropriate."

As she turned and walked away from him, her hips swaying becomingly, he was startled by the notion that he felt a void with her absence. He wasn't sure he could even leave the store without her, but he didn't know where to begin after dismissing her so.

Lizzy made it back to the storeroom before she started to hyperventilate. All I want to do is jump that man! He smells divine, his lips look inviting, his eyes...oh God, his eyes, I could melt under his stare. Her body tingled just thinking about him... but she didn't know what to do. He had flirted, but now he was giving her the brush off.

He took his time, trying to create a game plan to smoothly admit his attraction, but nothing came to mind. As he was thinking, he happened upon a particularly sexy item.

Moments later, he called to her. "I've found something."

Lizzy tried to fight the lump forming in her throat. Don't be silly. He's just a man. You know nothing about him and he came in here to buy something for his bitch of a girlfriend. There's nothing you can do about it.

She walked out confidently, more confidently than she felt, and looked down at his choice. She nearly gasped.

"Do you have this in 36D?" he asked hopefully, a slight smile upon his face.

"I'm afraid not. The only 36D isn't available. It was taken off the floor today," she answered mechanically. Her heart was tearing apart at the irony.

"Oh, that's unfortunate. I think it's a lovely piece," he said, absently running his fingers over the lace on the bust line of the corset. Lizzy bit her lip and folded her hands together on the counter, wanting those fingers to be tracing the lace of that exact corset currently wrapped around her body.

"You'll have to find something else for your girlfriend," she said tersely, unjustifiably jealous.

He looked up at her face and saw sadness in her eyes. Never had anyone's pain given him so much joy. He was now certain she felt the same connection. He took her hands in his and in a low, husky voice, whispered, "It's not for her."

"It's not?" Lizzy squeaked, anxious to believe he was insinuating exactly what she wanted.

"No," he replied simply, the desire in his eyes telling her everything she wanted to know.

Lizzy's basest instincts and sexual confidence suddenly took over; she boldly walked around the counter, surreptitiously grabbed a package from one of the displays and placed it in her pocket, removed his hat, dropped it on the counter, took both his hands, and slowly guided him towards the dressing room. She sat him down on a wide upholstered bench and stood in front of the mirrors.

"I have to confess... although it was taken off the floor, the corset you chose is still in the store," she explained with a coy grin.

"Is it now?" Darcy asked, curious to where she was taking this and quite prepared to go along for the ride.

"I must say you have impeccable taste," she paused, cocking her head. "I happen to be wearing it."

Darcy's throat became terribly dry and he had to swallow hard in order to speak.

"Would you... care to model it for me?" he asked expectantly, his breath becoming shallower as he slowly rose to walk towards her.

"I thought you'd never ask," she answered in a sultry voice. She untied the sash of her dress and drew it off her shoulders, allowing it to slip off and glide down to the floor. Before Darcy stood the luscious vision of a woman in an extremely well-fitted azure blue and black corset, matching thong, black stockings and black heels. His pupils dilated, his breath was taken away and he couldn't hide his arousal, even if he wanted to.

"Notice, sir, the fine workmanship involved in designing this model. Did you know a corset is the most difficult piece of lingerie to make?" she began in a voice that was not all professional. He stood mute, stunned and absolutely prepared for whatever she wanted to do with him.

"Feel the superior boning sewn into the fabric," she said, grasping his hands and leading his fingers down the black lines of material covering the particular area of which she spoke.

"Notice it's a contrasting black to the blue of the jacquard silk." She moved his hands from the boning and placed his palms on her ribcage, dangerously close to her breasts, teasing him with their nearness.

His body was utterly limp (well, most of it), so enthralled was he by her instructions. He had never let a woman take charge, but this lady had a way of making him beg for more.

Again, she removed his hands but led them to her belly. She drew one up the centre of the corset, all the way to her cleavage, remarking, "The hook and eye front allows for easy removal."

She quickly turned around. "But the lace-up back allows for more sensual disrobing."

She had left his hands unattended at this instance, giving him the opportunity to splay them across her back, moving them lower until he took hold of her exposed bottom. He began to kiss the nape of her neck while kneading her shapely derriere, inhaling her intoxicating scent and becoming overwhelmed by the softness of her skin. This woman was beyond his wildest dreams and he momentarily worried that was exactly what was going on - a dream, a fantasy.

Lizzy allowed herself to enjoy his adoring touch and the feel of his warm lips upon her skin. Desire was fiercely ripping through her body, but she would not rush her seduction. When she felt he might want to take control, she seized his hands and turned back around. She brought his fingers to the edge of her corset and continued her sales pitch.

"Note how the lace décolletage gracefully accents the bust line. It also adds to a lady's cleavage, making a very appealing silhouette."

She traced one of his index fingers along the curve of the neckline, dipping it down inside her generous cleavage. His other hand caressed the side of her body, from the curve of her breast to that of her hips. He reeled at the feel of his fingers between the lush confines of her breasts.

"Yes...very," he managed to repeat, bewitched by her enticing presentation. It was more than he could take.

He had obviously become overheated. He was standing in front of a scantily clad woman, his hands being allowed to roam, and he was still wearing his winter coat. Upon recognizing this, he quickly removed his outer garment as well as his sports jacket, and at that moment, he had had enough of this woman's teasing.

He brought her to him, pressing hard against her, their lips meeting violently, electrically. Upon impact, her lips felt hot and sweet, and he was of a mind never to pull away. His tongue plunged inside her mouth with a ferocity that scared him, but he was aware that her reaction was just as powerful. In his arms was a woman who was prepared to go head to head with him, and it only spurred him on.

They stayed locked in an embrace with hands traversing the other's curves and features, touching fabrics and flesh. Lizzy managed to pull his shirt out of his trousers and caress his skin, branding him with her insistent touch. His hands dove into her silky curls, pulling the ribbon away to let them fall wildly about her shoulders. He pulled back to see the vision, to see the raw desire in her eyes and the heaving of her breasts as she breathed heavily.

She was overwhelmed at what she had unleashed from the man before her. His eyes reflected a searing need, one that shot through her like a rocket to reach her most sensitive places that now ached for his touch. She grabbed him by the tie and brought him hard against her again, but he stopped the assault with only a sliver of air between their lips. He stated in a raspy, flirtatious whisper, "You've sold me on it. Would you mind removing it and wrapping it up for me?"

Lizzy pulled back slightly, a teasing grin upon her face. She began loosening the gentleman's tie. "I told you, this wasn't for sale."

He stared unabashedly at her figure as she spoke, and holding her hips firmly, he looked up to reply in all honesty. "Anything is available for the right price."

She could have taken that the wrong way, but from the look of the man before her, he had probably never known any different. For him, things were available for the right price. He certainly had money, but his money held little interest for her. She only had one goal in mind.

"Not this," she said pulling back further, ripping off his tie in the process. "Besides, I want to give it to you for free."

With those words, his hands made their way to the corset, clumsily attempting to remove the tiny hooks from the eyes. Lizzy playfully slapped them away and expertly squeezed the entire garment, magically releasing the hooks simultaneously. She let it drop the floor, giving Darcy the full view of the heavenly creature before him.

If his throat had been dry before, he was now as parched as a man in the Sahara. This woman's body was his oasis; breathtakingly exotic, lush and ripe - a far cry from the dry, beige sand to which he'd become accustomed for the past few months. Being released from the constraints of the corset gave Lizzy a fuller figure, but this did not disappoint Darcy. Indeed, it gave him the impression of strength; this woman would not be delicate china in his hands. Her voluptuous curves were begging to be touched, and she was primed for physical exertion.

He was ready to dive right in, until he was suddenly taken aback by a few slight, pink marks upon her body.

"Is this from the corset?" he asked as he gently touched the outside curve of her breast. His brow creased in concern for her discomfort and he momentarily forgot his plan to ravage her body.

"I guess it was too tight. It doesn't hurt, really. It'll go away," Lizzy replied softly, with a delighted smile upon her face. His distress was heart-warming and absolutely adorable. She watched in amazement as he gently lifted her arm and moved to tenderly kiss away any marks upon her skin.

His soft touch upon her body was divine, at once sweet and luxurious, and though he started innocently enough, he soon increased his ministrations by edging his tongue across the tender areas in question and lightly blowing his breath against them. As soothing as this was to her skin, a throbbing increased within her for more than just his gentle caresses. She lowered one hand to his bottom and began squeezing it, grinding herself against him to show him where she really wanted to be touched.

By virtue of the location of the marks and her insistent gyrations, Darcy could only nurse her wounds for so long before a hunger for more overcame him. His lips slowly wended their way from the outside of her breasts, across the swell of her bosom, to her cleavage, where he inhaled deeply, absorbing her heady scent, a mix of a light floral fragrance and the pure, spicy, natural redolence that was this woman.

From her cleavage, he meandered down to her abdomen, falling to his knees in reverence. As he gently nibbled upon the slight curve of her belly, his fingers tucked themselves inside the sides of her thong and slipped it down to the floor, leaving her in only her stockings and black heels. Before he could move any lower, Lizzy brought her hands to his flushed face, forcing him to look up to her.

"It seems I'm at a disadvantage," she observed dryly.

He untangled his body from hers and stood dutifully before her. "Do what you must. I'm at your mercy."

She teased him with an unhurried, but deliberate pace. She carefully undid the buttons of his linen shirt, pressing her naked flesh to his as she removed it. His body stung at the heat and pressure of her body against his, and he inhaled sharply, but he knew she wanted to be in charge and so he didn't interrupt. She quickly moved away to unfasten his belt. As she retreated from his skin, Darcy's patience was running thin and his arousal was beginning to cause him pain. As enticingly as she was behaving, the pace was far too slow. She stopped his disrobing in order to remove her shoes and slowly strip off her stockings. He marveled at the smoothness of her entire exposed body. She was like nothing he had ever seen.

When she unzipped his trousers, it was his turn to helpfully slap away her hands. He stripped off the rest of his clothes in mere seconds and, without delay, wound his arms around her tightly, his lips melding against hers savagely and his erection pressing urgently at her body. His body was taut and powerfully built. The feel of his naked flesh against hers sent Lizzy into a tailspin and as she felt his solid torso, his muscular thighs, and his solid arms wrapped around her, she knew she'd found a place as perfect as heaven.

Their tongues played aggressively as they enjoyed the taste and texture of each other's lips and mouths, but soon Darcy was tempted to move lower and quickly engulfed her already tightened nipple. As he suckled her sweetness, she let out a desperate moan, letting him know his attentions were well appreciated. As he sucked more forcefully, his hand roamed towards her sex, playfully stroking her inner thighs. Her hands raked his sable curls and slid to his shoulders, digging slightly into his skin as her excitement increased. His fingers soon found her moist, welcoming flesh and while his mouth concentrated on her hardened peak, he slipped a finger, then two, inside of her. Gliding them in and out, slowly, leisurely, he looked up to see her glazed eyes and her face racked with pleasure, as she bit her lip and let out an uncontrolled moan. He watched as she began to rock back and forth, demanding he go deeper, revelling in his teasing touch.

She was swept away by the feel of his fingers stroking her core, and as he found her most sensitive spot, a shattering surge rippled through her body, transporting her to another level of consciousness, where she felt every single pore tingle with pleasure. Her knees were weak and she began to collapse, but Darcy kept a hold of her with his one free hand, never ceasing his stroking motion.

He continued to touch and suckle her as she slowly came back to earth. She allowed him his time to savour her body, but his worshipping wasn't enough for Lizzy. She was a woman of action and after he had licked, sucked, nibbled and fingered her to distraction, she finally urged him to rise. He wasn't ready to stop but when she took his fingers and slid them erotically in and out of her mouth, sucking them hard, the naughtiness of her actions hypnotized him into submission.

She led him to the bench and sat him at the edge, ensuring they were still in full view of the mirror. She stood above him for a moment to admire his body; sliding her hands over every muscle of his chest, torso, legs and arms. She lowered her face, lingering at his lips, and what should have been a momentary diversion from her end target, became a destination all on its own. His lips persuasively trapped her; his tongue tantalized her senses and shot tingles from the roof of her mouth through to every limb of her body.

She finally managed to move her kisses to his chin and then his neck, but needed to stop at his chest to return a favour by sucking fiercely on his nipples. He gasped at her thoroughness; he wasn't used to such all-encompassing attention. She proceeded to follow his treasure trail, and when he realized her eventual objective, he let out a groan of anticipation. She toyed with him a little longer, kissing and nibbling the soft skin of his lower abdomen and finally, carefully, lowered her lips onto the tip of his erection.

When he remembered this moment in future years, he would still be amazed by the fact he hadn't exploded upon impact. The feel and visual pleasure of a sexy stranger's full, red lips on his arousal was enough to put him over the edge. He not only had the pleasure of watching her face, he could also observe the whole scene from their reflection. Her mouth expertly slid up and down, her hands moving in unison on his thick shaft. Her tongue flicked at his tip and skimmed round him. She again sucked aggressively, taking him deep, knowing exactly what to do to provide the utmost pleasure. What delighted and excited him most, was her obvious enjoyment of her exploits; he didn't know if he'd ever observed such delight from a woman.

When he once again felt his desire morphing into a perverse pain, an ache of near desperation, he lifted her face gently to his and said, "I can't take anymore. It's too much."

"Well, why don't you come inside?" she asked provocatively.

"Oh, no, not yet," he answered darkly, shaking his head. He rose, lifting Lizzy by her waist, laying her down upon the bench and straddling her. He insisted upon another searing kiss before his tongue and body glided down her supple skin to reach her most sensitive spot. Again, he paused to kiss her irresistible belly, but then slid to her inner thigh where he placed numerous moist kisses before he dared to touch her sex. She let out a single cry. "More!"

He was only too pleased to oblige. While one hand rested upon her breast, massaging and teasing her peak, the other joined his lips in a concerted effort to grant unbridled bliss. The velvety touch of his tongue, combined with his fingers' nimble attentions, made her shout out in pleasure. He licked and sucked her heat, tasting her sweetness, enveloping himself in her femininity, amazed at her every response, until the stimulus drove her over the edge, and with a carnal moan, she began to convulse again, waves of delight washing over her. When her body ultimately relaxed, she wanted nothing more than to return the pleasure to the man before her.

Upon looking up at her, he was swept away by the sheer exhilaration on her face. She glistened in fulfillment, her skin glowed, he was enthralled by the beauty... but suddenly, he hesitated. He was not expecting anything of this magnitude to happen on his quick trip to the lingerie shop. He would never force himself upon a woman, and though he knew this woman would take him willingly, he had no protection. He didn't quite know how to proceed. Should I ask her to continue where she left off, sinking her mouth onto me? Should we stop? Oh God, I couldn't just stop!

Lizzy sensed his discomfort, but didn't quite understand it until she decided it was time to retrieve the little package she had placed in her pocket earlier. A mischievous smile spread across her face and her eyes gleamed, anticipating his surprise.

As she quickly walked over to her discarded dress, he gave her a most inquisitive look, until he recognized the tiny gold package that she ripped open with her teeth. When she removed the contents, Darcy actually chucked. "A gold condom? Is it good enough?"

He nearly kicked himself for that comment. Who the hell cares!

"I don't sell anything in my store that isn't top quality, sir," she responded, elevating her chin smugly.

At this cheeky action, he lunged to grab her. There was nothing holding him back now and he firmly delivered a series of ferocious, almost desperate, kisses to her already swollen lips, while his hands tried to capture the condom.

With much strength, she pulled away saying, "Ah - ah - ah. No, sir. Allow me."

Lizzy pushed him towards the bench until he sat back down eagerly, enraptured by her power and determination. She placed the condom at the tip of his impressive erection and slowly rolled it down. She wanted nothing more than to have his heat inside her and now nothing stood in her way.

She straddled him and slowly eased his arousal into her, enveloping him, pushing down as far as she could and gasping at the perfect pressure. Her first feeling was one of relief; he was finally inside her. She had been ready for him and quickly began to undulate in his arms. There was only one way for her to describe the sensation... he just felt right.

Darcy wasn't even capable of mentally completing a sentence as she allowed him to thrust into her. Lush... tight... hot... amazing... were the only thoughts that came to mind as he began a rhythmic motion in tune with her body. He felt and was momentarily blinded by white heat as she expertly mounted him, squeezing her muscles around him, bestowing ultimate pleasure upon him. Her sumptuous figure was a beauty to behold as she rode him with purpose, at first, a slow measured cadence; but as she increased her tempo, she permitted him more control and he drove his hips upward to meet her pace. Unparalleled sensations raced through his body and her steady, unrelenting movement entranced him. As her pace increased even more, she began to softly moan her delight, her excitement again mounting. She felt an unquenchable need for him to be inside her, remain inside her for as long as may be. She ebbed and flowed, possessing him with her intensity, her feral desire, and though he relished the rapturous look upon her face, the glorious power in her arched posture, she finally overwhelmed him with a hunger to fully release his own vigour.

Grasping her bottom, he easily lifted her as he rose, groaning at the feeling the change of position created, and then nearly stumbled when he apprehended how weak his legs had become. He would not let this deter him, taking two strides before firmly pressing her again the mirrored wall. She clung to his body, wrapping her legs around him, as he began to deliberately grind into her. Her fingernails dug deeply into the skin of his back, and she gasped and moaned incoherently, savouring his strength. She was enthralled with the feel of his pulsing erection inside her core and the sound of his groans of desire in her ear.

Moment by moment, she neared another climax, his potent energy igniting a ring of fire through her body. He drove into her, trapping her between the cold mirror surface and the scorching heat of his flesh. The sensation was unreal and each time he went deeper, she urged him on with cries for more. Their private duet was accentuated by their reflection in the mirrors, creating an orgy of visual stimulation. It was a breathtaking sight, a mélange of male and female flesh; uninhibited passion increased exponentially. He began whispering words of wonder in her ear, amazed with her passion, her energy, and her untamed sexual prowess. He had never felt so close to being as one with a woman as he now felt with this stranger. She seemed to complete him physically, as though their bodies were meant to be united.

His rhythm was reaching a fever pitch and each time he pounded into her, her moans grew more eager; the more she got, the more she wanted. His arousal was throbbing, pushing at her, challenging her, and every fibre of her being ached with a need for more of him, not just now, but forever. Once again, her body was inflamed, burning up with his touch, his gaze, his scent, his voice and his taste. As she crested on the tide of a monstrous orgasm, her deep, primal cry combined with the intense twitching sensation of her muscles surrounding his erection, pushed him over the edge as well.

He clenched his jaw trying to hold back, not wanting the lovemaking to end, but the fierce release engulfed him. He let out a low, guttural groan, an earthy roar of satisfaction and together they slowly sank to the floor, sweat glistening on their brows.

So slick from exertion, they seemed bonded together, and neither was able to speak. They both needed time to regain their breath. They remained intertwined - unconcerned with how long - basking in the pure joy of sexual fulfillment. Indeed, they were shocked at the intensity, the intimacy and the strength of their connection.

Lizzy eventually lifted her head from Darcy's shoulder and gazed into the pools of his dark, hypnotizing eyes. They still weren't ready to speak; Darcy leaned towards her and softly pressed his lips to her brow, tasting the sweet saltiness of her skin. She looked up to him again, brushing his lips with her fingertips, amazed and confused at the events that had just taken place. It all seemed so unreal, so dream-like and yet everything was tangible - he was firmly planted in her arms, she had her legs tightly wrapped around his hips. Finally, Lizzy smiled, the absurdity of the situation amusing her. And as she began to giggle with delight, he watched her, confused by her merriment. She calmed herself and, finally, remembered her manners.

"Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Lizzy," she said, lowering her lashes and somehow managing to look bashful. The man before her chuckled in absolute amazement - perhaps some men would love to tell this tale in a locker-room, but he wouldn't want to share this precious moment with anyone.

"Delighted to meet you, Lizzy. I'm William," he replied, just as politely.

Not moving from their position, they both stared at each other with bemused grins. They didn't care if what they had just experienced was seen as right or wrong to the world, they were completely contented with their time together and weren't in any hurry for it to end. However, as Lizzy thought back to what she had done, she felt the need to explain her actions.

"Please believe me... I've never done this before," she said, worried he'd think this was a regular seduction process on her part.

"Lizzy, you wouldn't have me believe that you're a virgin?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a rakish grin.

"Heavens, no. I just mean, I've never had sex in my store... I've never made love to a stranger, but... I just couldn't help myself. You are the most beautiful, appealing man I've ever met," she said truthfully.

The sincerity of her voice and the honesty in her face filled Darcy's heart with joy. He smiled, a happy, genuine smile reflecting his heartfelt delight.

"I understand," he murmured as he smattered tiny kisses on her face. "I've never done this either, and you are the most beautiful, appealing woman I've ever met."

Her lips found his again and they shared a tender, gentle kiss, offering a confirmation of their belief in each other's words. When Lizzy finally pulled away, her eyes were wide and her look inquisitive.

"What now?" she asked, without a clue of what he would say.

He thought for a moment, honestly trying to figure out how they would move on from this crazy moment, and then an idea came to mind.

"Are you busy this weekend?" he asked cautiously.

"No, in fact, I'm off all weekend," she answered back just as cautiously.

"How would you like to spend it in a log cabin? We could get to know each other better," he proposed devilishly.

"That's a lovely idea," she answered, quite ready to leave if he said the word. "What should I bring?"

"My dear, if it were up to me all you'd bring would be that corset and a stack of gold condoms," he replied, kissing her firmly, momentarily forgetting the log cabin, as they were perfectly content to renew their activities in the dressing room.

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