Chapter Ten Public Displays of Indiscretion #2
She picked up the sheer black set first. She stepped into the thong, pulling it up over her hips.
She turned to give him a good view as the back of the thong slid between her plush cheeks.
When she turned, she saw the lace was so thin it didn't even hide the blonde hair of her mound.
She struggled intentionally with the bra, turning her back towards him again.
"Grandpappy, the strap is twisted," she teased, looking at him through the mirror.
Red stood up, his tall frame dwarfing her in the small space.
His rough, calloused fingers moved to her shoulders.
The contrast was thrilling. She felt the dark wool of his suit sleeves against her soft skin.
His weathered hands found the delicate, expensive black lace.
He adjusted the strap with agonizing slowness, his fingers grazing her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"Looks fine to me," he muttered, his voice low and lusty.
“Do you like it?” she whispered, turning to face him again. He looked her up and down and nodded seriously. “I better try another one.”
She switched to the red silk, flaunting her body and teasing him some more.
Red sat back, his cock straining in his Goodwill trousers.
She finally switched to the emerald green.
This set was the most provocative. It was a bustier style that pushed her breasts up until they were almost spilling out, and the matching bottom was completely open at the crotch. Delicate straps framed her cunt.
"Check the fit of this one, Grandpappy," Melody whispered. She leaned forward over the vanity, her hands bracing against the marble, sticking her ass out toward him.
The emerald lace framed her cheeks but left the heat of her pussy completely exposed. In the mirror, she saw Red’s reflection. He was staring at her, his jaw set, his eyes dark with a hunger that no high-end mall could contain.
Melody was getting wetter and that big cock straining in Red’s pants was getting bigger. If they gave in to their lust, there were so many ways they could get caught. Brianna was just a few yards away. Shoppers were walking past the boutique entrance. They could hear everything.
"Get down," Red growled.
He sat back on the ottoman, his suit trousers tight over the outline of his erection.
Melody dropped to her knees between his legs.
This was high stakes. She had to be quiet.
She looked up at him with her smoldering blue eyes and unzipped his trousers, her movements intense and focused.
His cock sprang out, red and demanding, the head already glistening with his precum.
“Oh, yeah, Grandpappy,” she said. “I got you all worked up. Mmmmmm…”
She took him into her mouth, her eyes locked on his as she worked him with secret passion.
She focused on the visual in the mirror.
The "respectable" grandfather in his suit, his busty granddaughter in scandalous lingerie on her knees before him.
Bobbing on his cock. Slurping almost down to the root.
Massaging his hairy balls. The relentless, eager sucking seemed to mesmerize him.
She used her tongue and her hands with lusty energy, her throat working to accommodate his fat tip, the only sound the wet sucking and her soft moans.
She pulled back, breathless, a string of saliva connecting them. "I want you inside me. Right now.”
“Ride me?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me and watch in the mirror.”
She stood up, so wet that her legs were shaking a little.
She turned toward the mirrors, bracing her hands against the glass.
The tops of her tits kissed her reflection.
She looked at herself, the emerald lace, her flushed face, lips puffy from sucking, her wild eyes.
Red stood up behind her. He didn't take off his jacket or his tie.
He just shoved his trousers down to his knees and stepped behind her.
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, anchoring her.
He lined himself up, nudging her folds, and pushed.
Red fucked her with surprising force, seemingly heedless that anyone might be listening.
Melody’s face hit the mirror with a thump, cheek to the glass, her breath fogging the glass in a gasping circle.
"Oh... god," she hissed. “Fuck.”
"Watch," Red commanded, his voice a low, raspy vibrato in her ear.
They watched the connection in the wide mirror.
It was the most pornographic thing Melody had ever seen, and she’d recorded porn videos.
The "Grandpappy" in his charcoal gray suit, his tie swaying with the rhythm of his thrusts, hammering into the beautiful girl in the emerald lace.
Her ass was spread wide by his large, tanned hands, pink asshole clenching, pussy flushed and swallowing his thick shaft over and over.
"You like shopping with grandpa?" Red grunted, his pace increasing, his hips slapping against her with a wet, heavy sound.
"Yes! I want... I want you to fill me up, Grandpappy," Melody moaned, her eyes glazed as she watched him claim her. "Do it right here. Make a mess of me in your suit."
Red didn't hold back. He drove into her with a surging intent, hitting that spot deep inside her that only his cock seemed to find.
Her pleasure was rising, tightening around him. She could feel his cock swelling. His hands gripping her ass tight enough to hurt.
“Do it, Grandpappy,” she gasped. “Cum in that tight pussy.”
Red’s entire body tensed, his muscles cording under the wool of his jacket. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at him in the mirror during the final seconds. His body strained. His face contorted in the ecstasy of her molten, clutching pussy.
The moment he came was a magnificent, desperate eruption. He let out an uncharacteristic roar that he tried to stifle against her shoulder, his body shuddering with the force of the release. He hammered into her one last time, burying himself to the root as his cock pulsed with rapid fire spurts.
Hot, thick jets of his cum blasted against her cervix, a massive payload of Grandpappy’s cream that felt like it was filling her to the brim. He spurted again and again, his balls twitching against her clit with every forceful pulse, filling her up just like she demanded.
It was a messy, glorious overflow, the evidence of his climax seeping back out of her and smearing the emerald lace as he held the connection, his breath coming in broken gasps against her shoulder.
Melody shook with her own climax, her inner muscles clamping down on him, milking the last of the pulses from his shaft. She leaned her forehead against the fogged glass of the mirror, her legs barely able to support her.
“Everything, um, alright in there?” called Brianna.
"I think we have to go," Melody whispered to Red. He nodded, a grin on his old lined face as his cock slipped free of Melody’s creamy cunt.
Melody dressed over the green lingerie and walked out to the counter, her face glowing, her eyes bright. Brianna was there, looking scandalized.
"I'll take the emerald set," Melody said, sliding her high-limit credit card across the counter. “I’m wearing it. Grandpappy thinks it’s the most... sophisticated."
“The, uh, open gusset set?” Brianna blushed as she looked from Melody to Red.
Red stood behind Melody, tucking his shirt back into his trousers and adjusting his tie with a steady hand. He looked like the picture of grandfatherly patience.
“It’s a perfect fit,” he said.
They walked out of the boutique and into the mall, feeling like teenagers who had just stolen a car. It was an incredible, erotic high.
"You're a dangerous woman, Melody Applebottom," Red muttered as they reached the sliding glass doors of the mall exit.
"And you’re a very bad Grandpappy," she retorted, squeezing his arm.
The afternoon sun hit them as they stepped into the parking lot.
The bubble of the weekend getaway was still intact, a shimmering, golden world where only the two of them existed.
They walked toward Melody’s car, laughing about the look on the clerk's face, holding hands because nothing mattered more than their feelings for each other.
Two cars away, a familiar figure was loading a heavy gym bag into the trunk of a sleek black SUV. She was wearing tight leggings and a racerback tank top that showcased her incredible definition.
Dorothy.
She heard their footsteps and looked up. Her gaze landed on Melody first, taking in her disheveled hair and the radiant, post-coital glow on her face. Then, her eyes shifted to the man standing beside her.
She saw the charcoal gray suit. She saw the weathered, tanned face. She saw the white hair.
This wasn't just some old man. This was the hobo from Fitness World. The man Dorothy saw every night she worked the late shift. Melody tensed. Surely Dorothy would recognize him.
"Melody?" Dorothy asked, her voice low and dangerous, her eyes darting between the influencer and the man in the ill-fitting suit. Then down to their hands with fingers interlaced. "Heyyyy. How’s it going?”
Melody smiled, letting out a relieved breath. Dorothy hadn’t recognized Red.
“It’s going great,” said Melody with a smile. “This is… this my grandpa.”
“Hey, nice to meet you,” said Dorothy, reaching out to shake hands, none the wiser about Melody’s kinky affair.