Dressing Rooms

The deafening roar of the Harley's engine cut short in the parking lot of the Macy's department store. He'd rather be anywhere else, but this is what his girl wanted to do before their road trip. The holidays were coming and she had been obsessing over finding zomething new to wear to her parents'. Joey could care less.

G hopped off the back of his bike with a spring in her step, clearly on a mission. He was just along for the ride. Undoubtedly, she would pretend to just be browsing the men's section and just 'happen' upon something for him. He took a deep breath to prepare for the onslaught as he held the door for her.

"Thanks, babe." Giselle planted a kiss on his cheek. Suspicious. Usually she would roll her eyes at his manners. She was being too sweet. He followed her cautiously into the shoe section on the off chance she would still notice he was there after she found the sales.

"You don't have to follow me around, sweetie." She hinted without even looking up from the pair of 40% off boots. There it was.

Once upon a time he would have followed her around in circles anyway as she picked up everything and put back half but after a million times he knew she wouldn't even see him after a while. The only thing in her sights was sales. He'd never seen anyone do math faster than G figuring out how much that 30% off discount was. He could faintly hear her humming along to the music on the P.A. system as he plopped down into a surprisingly comfy chair to play solitaire on his phone.

A half hour and seventeen games later a pile of clothing came walking briskly towards him moments before landing in his lap.

"Hold these."

"Yes ma'am."

Without missing a step she locked herself in a dressing room with a Lace-y black dress he was hoping he'd get to see later. There was some rustling from the other side of the door.

"Babe."

"What?"

"I need help."

His eyebrows raised to his forehead. "With?"

"My hair is caught in the zipper." She replied sheepishly. Joey chuckled, pushing the door open a crack. A devious grin spread across his face.

"Help me get this thing off."

"Yes ma'am."

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

"But you look so sexy." Giselle had snuck a low cut, orange lace teddy past him earlier.

"I look like a slutty carrot." G fidgeted with the small bow on the front. "Now, help me get it out of my hair." Unfortunately, he didn't have time to ogle. Her long black hair was really caught in the top of the zipper.

"Why didn't you ask for help before?"

She rolled her eyes. "I didn't need help then. It's zipped, isn't it? Are you going to Stare or help me?"

"Yes." He moved towards her, intentionally brushing her shoulder as he swept the hair that wasn't stuck away.

While you're in here, there's some stuff over there for you to try on." It was his turn to sigh, even though he'd seen it coming. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Is it really going to matter what I'm wearing when we pull up on my bike?"

"No, I just thought you'd like them." Giselle glanced over him. His style was simple. The man owned five pairs of the same dark cargo pants, one pair of worn jeans, and copious white t-shirts. She was sure he owned a pair of sneakers but most of the time it was his work boots or his riding boots. Today it was messy hair, a white t-shirt, black cargo pants, and his black leather riding boots. So handsome. He picked up the black button down she chose, examining it closely before shrugging it on. G began to help him button the shirt taking a place behind him so he could see it in the full length mirror. He checked himself out, turning in a few angles to take it in.

"Its not bad."

"You look great." She beamed. He looked uncomfortable. Stunning but out of his element. "Maybe I don't have to go."

The smile dropped off her face. "I want you there." She slipped her arms around his waist.

"Then just let me go as me."

She giggled, pulling him close. "Hun, I just thought you would like it. I think you're gorgeous exactly the way you are." He was smart, funny, sarcastic...so unbelievably sexy.

"Well you need to get your eyes checked."

"I will if you will." She laughed moving to stand in front of him. "You can go in dirty work jeans and a grease stained t-shirt if you want. I don't care what they think."

Joey pecked her lips. "I know."

Giselle smiled, snaking her hands under his tshirt and up his back and laying another kiss on him.

"You're not playing fair." He whispered against her lips. "We're going to get in trouble."

She giggled again more mischievous than the last, throwing her arms around his neck and slipping her tongue in his mouth. Her nimble fingers moved quickly back over the buttons of the shirt and fell the ground. "Hopefully."

"Mmm." Joey pulled the door closed. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging just a little. A moan escaped her. "Can't have that." Joey whipped his belt out of the loops, placing it gently between her teeth.

"Bite." She did as she was told. "Good girl." G rolled her eyes, throwing the belt down out of spite before aggressively kissing him again. His hands explored her body;down her sides, over her hips, squeezing her butt. He ran his hands under her teddy, grazing her abdomen and massaging her breasts. Giselle scraped her nails down his stomach, unbuttoning his cargo pants and sneaking her hand in. A satisfied moan rumbled from deep in his throat. She grinned. "Oh yeah? I'm gonna get us caught?"

"Oh no. It will be me." His fingertips grazed her belly finding their way between her legs. He gently rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion.

Giselle's eyes drifted closed for a moment, Joey's clue to turn her around, gripping her hips. She bit her lip in anticipation. Seeing this, Joey put the belt back in her mouth. She let him. G wasn't exactly quiet. Ever. He pushed into her slowly. Her whole body tightened as a muffled sigh of pleasure filled the air. He breathed in deeply to keep himself silent. He gently pushed in the rest of the way, leaning forward and laying one hand a top Giselle's where it was resting on the mirror. He nipped her neck beginning to slowly glide in and out. G went up on her toes. His one hand gripped her hip tighter as she pushed back against him. Never any patience. He thrusted harder, only slightly faster. G was younger than him, always in a rush. Joey took joy in teaching her to enjoy it. Muffled moans fell on his ears. He thrusted faster, firmer. He met every thrust, pushing back against him. They moved in sync, sweat dripping down their bodies, hearts pumping hard, tying each other in knots that were begging to unravel. Giselle's teeth dug into the leather of the belt, leaving sharp impressions. The belt slipped from her teeth, a moan the whole store could probably hear came with it as her jaw fell open. He chuckled. Well, they'd be getting kicked out of here. This would be a great story when they're eighty. Joey rushed to the finish a similar sound of gratification releasing from him. He took a minute to catch his breath and make sure G was okay. Moments later a loud knock came at the door.

"Excuse me. I'm going to need you two out here." Joey and Giselle laughed hysterically as they pulled they're clothes back on.

"That time we got kicked out of Macy's."