In the middle of a Christmas shopping mall, Gael watches as a stranger brazenly seduces and dominates his girlfriend in a lingerie store, while he watches, impotent and excited.
The air in the shopping mall smelled of cinnamon and pine; Christmas decorations hung from every corner as a constant reminder of the season. Amidst the flickering lights and carols in the background, Gael watched his girlfriend with a mischievous smile as she adjusted the final detail of her costume. It was a Christmas bikini, red and white with cotton details simulating snow, and a fake beard framing her delicate features. The ensemble highlighted every curve of her slender body—her long, toned legs, the narrow waist that flared into generous hips, and a neckline that, though modest, left little to the imagination when she moved. Black sunglasses gave her an air of mystery, as if she were a model in a private session.
—How do I look? —she asked, slowly turning so he could admire the result. Her voice was soft, almost shy, but there was an undertone of excitement that did not go unnoticed.
Gael approached, running a finger along the edge of the bikini at her hip, feeling her body respond with a slight shiver. —Perfect —he murmured, bringing his lips close to her ear—. Like a gift any man would want to unwrap.
She laughed, nervously, but didn't pull away. She knew what that costume implied, what he expected of her. It wasn't the first time they had played with the idea of being watched, of feeling an outside gaze settling on her body, but this time was different. This time, they were in public, surrounded by people, and the risk excited them even more.
The lingerie store was full of customers looking for the last Christmas gifts. Among them, a tall man, athletic in build and with a confident smile, entered, accompanied by a woman who seemed more interested in her phone than in him. His eyes, however, instantly fixed on Gael's girlfriend. He didn't try to hide it. He visually traced her, lingering on her legs, the way the bikini fit her butt, the sway of her hips as she walked. He was the type of man who knew what he wanted and had no problem taking it.
—Do you like what you see? —the girlfriend asked, playfully, when he approached. Her voice trembled a little, but she maintained her posture, crossing her arms beneath her breasts in a way that further enhanced them.
The man did not answer with words. Instead, he moved closer, so close that she could smell his cologne, something citrusy and masculine. Without asking permission, he rested a hand on her hip and, with a quick movement, sat down on her butt as if she were just another piece of furniture in the store. She let out a small gasp of surprise, but did not move. His weight made her lean forward, her hands instinctively reaching for support on the nearby counter.
—What are you doing? —she asked, though there was no indignation in her voice, only curiosity and something else, something that was starting to moisten the small triangle of fabric between her legs.
—Relax —he whispered, his fingers already exploring her thighs, squeezing the firm flesh—. I'm just testing the merchandise.
Gael watched from a few meters away, his arms crossed, his crotch growing increasingly tense against his jeans. He didn't intervene. He didn't say anything. He just watched as the stranger settled more comfortably on his girlfriend's ass, how his hands went up her back, how his fingers tangled in the bikini straps as if looking for a way to take it off right there.
The man began to move, swaying as if doing yoga stretches. Each movement pressed his crotch against her buttocks, which were now separated just enough for him to feel the warmth emanating from between them. She gasped when he arched his back, pushing his pelvis forward, rubbing himself shamelessly.
—Do you like it? —he asked, his voice husky, as one of his hands slid toward the front of the bikini, brushing the soft hair of her Mons Veneris—. Because I love how your ass feels under mine.
She didn't answer. She couldn't. Her breathing had become shallow, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. When he pushed her forward, forcing her to support her hands on the floor, she didn't resist. She was now on all fours, the bikini barely covering the essentials, while he settled behind her, his thighs pressing against hers, his erection hard and evident through his sweatpants.
—See this? —he murmured, gripping her hip with one hand while adjusting the bulge in his crotch with the other—. This is what you do to me. And I've barely touched you.
Gael took one step closer, enough to see how the man's fingers slipped under the bikini fabric, how one of them slid between her moist lips, collecting her excitement. His girlfriend was moaning now, not caring who might hear her. The man laughed, satisfied, before abruptly pulling away, letting her stumble for a second before grabbing her waist and lifting her as if she weighed nothing.
—Now let's try something more interesting —he said, his breath warm against her neck as he turned her so her back was to him, her butt pressed against his groin—. Put your legs together.
She obeyed, feeling him press against her, how his hand went down to adjust his erection between her buttocks, moving in slow circles, rubbing against her like an animal in heat. Each brush sent a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden under the bikini fabric.
—Do you want me to stop? —he asked, although they both knew it wasn't a real question.
—No —she whispered, and that single word was enough.
With a swift motion, the man lifted her into his arms, as if to carry her elsewhere. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs dangling, as he walked determinedly toward the changing rooms. Gael followed them with his gaze, his heart pounding, his dick painfully hard. He didn't stop them. He didn't say anything. He just watched as the man pushed the curtain of a fitting room with his foot and went in, taking his girlfriend with him.
The space was small, barely enough for two people, but that didn't seem to matter to the man. As soon as the curtain closed, he shoved her against the wall, his mouth devouring hers in a hungry kiss, his hands exploring every available inch. She moaned against his lips, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he yanked the bikini off her, exposing her firm breasts, her pink, hard nipples.
—You don't need this —he growled, tossing the garment aside before lowering his attention to her breasts. His tongue traced circles around one nipple before sucking it hard, making her arch her back with a moan—. Fuck, you're perfect.
His hands didn't stay still. One of them slid down to her crotch, where his fingers sank between her already soaked lips, rubbing her clitoris with expert movements while she writhed against him. The other hand slid back, between her buttocks, where a finger paused at her anus, pressing lightly.
—You like it here too, don't you? —he asked, without waiting for an answer before pushing the finger inside, making her scream, her nails scratching the wall.
—God, yes! —she gasped, her body trembling as he added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her—. Please...
The man needed no further incentive. With quick movements, he lowered his pants and underwear, freeing his thick, throbbing cock, the head already gleaming with pre-cum. He took a condom from his wallet, unwrapped it with his teeth, and put it on with one hand, all while continuing to play with her anus with the other.
—I'm going to fuck this tight little ass until you can't walk —he promised, spitting into his hand before spreading his saliva on her entrance—. And your boyfriend is going to hear every moan.
She didn't have time to answer. With a firm push, he aligned his glans with her anus and began to penetrate her, inch by inch, slowly, enjoying every bit of resistance, every muffled sigh that escaped her lips. She clung to his shoulders, her thighs trembling as he plunged into her, filling her completely, his pelvis finally hitting her buttocks.
—Fuck, you're so tight! —he growled, starting to move with slow but deep thrusts, each one making her scream, making her breasts bounce—. That's how I like it, slut. Take all my cock in that ass.
Outside, Gael was glued to the curtain, his breathing ragged, his hand moving over his own erection through his pants. He could hear every moan, every slap of flesh against flesh, every dirty word the man whispered to his girlfriend. He didn't try to stop him. He didn't say anything. He just listened, his excitement growing with every sound that came from the other side.
Inside the changing room, the rhythm became more frantic. The man gripped her hips tightly, his fingers leaving marks as he penetrated her with brutal thrusts, his pelvis hitting her buttocks with a wet, obscene sound. She could no longer form words, only gasps and muffled screams, her body shaken by every thrust, her anus burning but eager for more.
—You're going to cum on my cock, bitch! —he ordered, his voice harsh, as one of his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back—. Now!
And she obeyed. With a tearing scream, her body tensed, her anus clenching around his cock as an orgasm coursed through her, making her legs give way. He didn't stop. He kept fucking her, each thrust prolonging her pleasure until, with a guttural growl, he buried himself in her one last time, his body trembling as he came inside the condom, filling her with deep spasms.
When he finally pulled out, she slid down the wall, her legs unable to support her. He knelt in front of her, his hands on her face, forcing her to look at him as he gave her a long, dirty kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as if it were his own.
—You're incredible —he murmured against her lips before lifting her into his arms again.
Exiting the changing room, the curtain opened to reveal them: him, with a satisfied smile, carrying her in his arms as if she were his trophy; her, with a flushed face, swollen lips, her body marked by sex. Their eyes met Gael's, who was still in the same spot, his expression a mixture of lust and submission.
The man didn't say anything. He just pressed her against his chest, covering her with perverted kisses on her neck, her shoulders, any part of her skin he could reach, as he walked towards the store exit. Gael followed them with his gaze, his breathing still ragged, his fingers still trembling.
This wasn't over. It was only the beginning.