Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

My birthday wasn’t looking good. Now, I’m a strong believer in the idea that having a good birthday was my responsibility, but this year chips had been falling where they may and despite my usual optimism I didn’t see much to give me hope. My best friends were deserting me; Brian needed to go down to Stanford to attend a conference, and Mark drove up to Nova Scotia with his family. And Liz, well, she was a bit shaky.

As often happens, an accident led to a misunderstanding. Two days before my birthday, I was over at Liz’s apartment. We usually spend most evenings time at my place which is more private, but Liz insists sometimes that we hang out at her apartment so people know she really lives there, I guess. I had gone to the bathroom and when I came back out, I happened to catch a glimpse of Stephanie, Liz’s roommate, undressing in her bedroom. The door was only slightly ajar, but there was this perfect view of Steph’s naked butt and I crept a little closer. She took a few steps, turned, bent, jiggled her big naked tits, pulled on a flannel gown and then I realized Liz was standing right behind me, absolutely fuming. She didn’t say much the rest of the evening and I finally went home alone.

I talked to Liz on the phone the next day, one of those long relationship talks where I apologized and she complained and I apologized some more. I did my best not to argue, which sometimes made her angrier, but I have traveled the bickering road, my friend, and U turns are hard to manage under rocky conditions. I really like Liz and I didn’t want to lose her just because I’d been ogling a bit of tit and ass. Especially not with my birthday coming up.

So after about three hours of talking, we finally seemed to be coming in for a kiss-and-make-up landing, fasten your seat belts, put your trays in an upright and locked position, when Liz told me she had to work all day Saturday, which just happened to be my birthday. Ida, the store’s manager, had to fly to Dallas for training, leaving Liz to play boss and they expected it to be a really busy day.

“That really sucks,” I said too loudly, disappointed

“I should be off at six,” said Liz. I was furious, but she hardly seemed to notice.

“But it’s my birthday,” I whimpered.

“You’ll have fun,” Liz said. “That’s what I like about you. You always know how to have a good time.”

My mind went blank, lost in thinking that I was going to spend my birthday completely alone. “Sure,” I said.

“Come by the store at nine-thirty. I have a surprise for you. I think it will help cure your birthday blues”

“Yeah,” I said. “What else have I got to do?”

I went to bed drowning in self-pity that night, but by the time I woke up, I had mostly turned myself around. It was my birthday and I decided that I was going to celebrate. I showered and shaved, and pulled on an outfit Liz had picked out for me. I checked the mirror and grinned. I looked sharp. “Look out world. It’s my fucking birthday.”

I ate a big breakfast at the Diner; french toast, waffles grapefruit, lemon poppy muffins, glazed donuts, sausage patties, orange juice, milk and coffee, all my favorites and more than I could eat. Stuffed, I drove down to the mall where Liz works. Still an hour before the shopping center officially opened, the stores were locked up behind lattices of metal. I rattled the cage at LA Reflections, the clothing store where Liz works as assistant manager. Liz peered from behind a rack of blouses and smiled.

“Happy Birthday,” she said. Liz looked fabulous, serious but still sexy in a pale blue shirt that hugged her breasts and a short skirt above a pair of long tanned legs. I licked my lips, wondering what my surprise would entail. Liz pulled a key from her pocket and twisting it in a wall panel, caused the gate to rise.

“Come on,” said Liz, leading me at once to the back of the store.

“My surprise?” I asked, allowing myself to be completely childish on my day of days.

“I couldn’t think of anything to get you,” Liz said as we walked into the clutter of the store’s back room. “But then you gave me an idea of something you wanted.”

“Yeah?” I tried to remember suggesting anything to Liz, but drew a blank. “You parked the Ferrari back here?”

“I have a feeling you’d trade the car for what’s behind door number one.”

“Oh yeah?”

Liz pulled out her keys again and twisted it in a lock on a small panel door.

“There are conditions,” she said, “important conditions.” Bending down, she led me through the tiny opening and into a small closet, an empty storage room, I guessed. “I don’t think Ida realized she was giving me this key. She takes access to this space very seriously.”

A black curtain covered the wall opposite the door. Liz walked over and pulled the cloth aside. Two long windows looked into a pair of small, dark rooms. I looked at Liz, confused and curious.

“Dressing rooms,” she said with a wicked grin.

I walked up to the windows and peered into the shadowy places. A hook on the wall, a carpeted bench and a door knob.

“It’s for catching shoplifters,” said Liz. “Ida only uses it when she’s really suspicious of someone. She doesn’t normally let me have this key, even when she’s left me in charge, but I guess she wasn’t thinking.”

“Wow,” I said.

“Now, here’s the deal. You have got to be perfectly quiet. Jackie and Terri will both be here in about ten minutes. I’m going to lock you in, so we’re safe as long as you don’t make any noise.”

“Okay,” I said, grinning.

“This is serious. I’ll lose my job and we’ll probably both go to jail if we get caught. Not a peep.”

“I promise.”

“There’s one more thing,” said Liz. She checked her watch. “I know it’s your birthday, but I don’t want you worn out before I get a chance to blow your candle. Take off your pants.”

I quickly unbuckled my trousers and let them fall to my feet.

“Sit down,” said Liz, pushing a folding chair into the middle of the room. I did as I was told. My prick stood tall, forming a tent under my paisley boxer shorts.

“I don’t mind you looking,” said Liz, walking behind me, “but I reserve the right to pleasure you. Second condition: I don’t want you jerking off while you watch.”

“Huh?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m serious,” she said. “Put your hands behind your back.”

“Liz?” I said.

“Now, or we’re out of here. Jackie is probably already out front waiting for me to let her in, so if you want to stay, give me your hands. You’ll be cuffed to the chair. If you don’t like the idea, speak now.”

I put my hands behind my back. Click, click.

“Is that too uncomfortable?” asked Liz. “It’s going to be a long day.”

“Sure, I’m fine,” I said nervously. Liz pulled up the elastic of my boxers and kissed the crown of my cock.

“See you at six,” she said. The door closed and the lock snapped. I sat and waited, wondering how long it would be before my arm muscles cramped and what I would do when I needed to pee. The lights flickered on above the dressing rooms.

Time passed. Ten minutes can seem like an hour, sitting quiet and still. The door opened in the right dressing room. My heart raced at once. Liz stepped into the space and closed the door behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, a look that also stared directly at me, and fluffed her hair. Liz winked and licked her lips and my cock began to stir again. Liz unzipped her skirt and let it drop, showing me the white lace panties she wore underneath. My prick began to throb. Liz sat down on the carpeted bench and pulled the scanties down her thighs. I moaned softly. Spreading her lean thighs, Liz tickled her muff and softly stroked her clit. I tried to break the cuffs by sheer pulling strength, desperate to touch myself. Liz laughed and dressed quickly, vanishing in an instant.

And I slowly calmed down, breathing hard, sweating, tensing my dick so it rubbed a tiny bit against the silk of my boxer shorts. Time passed. I waited.

Jackie, a tall brunette with big tits, stepped into the left room and changed her blouse. I drooled slightly at the sight of her melons, but her brassiere was sturdy and only teased my imagination. I wondered if Liz had suggested the new blouse. Jackie stared straight at me while she put on a fresh coat of lipstick. I blew her a kiss.

A young blonde opened the left door and hung two blouses and a pair of pants on the hook. As she took a look at herself in the mirror, an admiring look that seemed to be aimed directly at me, my cock sprang to attention and it dawned on me that while I would not have left this already uncomfortable seat for anything in the world, I would be enduring an exquisite form of torture. The girl peeled off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I glared at her small pert breasts as they rose gently when her pale nipples tightened. My mouth was dry and my prick hurt with desire. Another girl entered the right dressing room. A blouse almost hid the first woman’s tits. A dress fell to the floor in the right, black satin panties hugging her below a soft tummy. The other sat and pulled off her jeans. A dark muff lay shrouded under white cotton, the faint depression of her pussy’s lips barely visible.

My stick throbbed in my lap. I became mad with lust.

The parade continued, one woman after another, beautiful and plain, tall and short, thin as a willow and big as an ox, undressing, dressing, smiling, frowning, in two’s and even three’s, woman after woman after woman. My cock ached, my balls wanted to burst, my mouth felt dry. I may have passed out for an indeterminable period of time. I don’t know. Tits and ass, bra and panties, a glorious stream of women just out of reach while I sat dying of thirst.

There were incidents of unbelievable delight. A woman I knew from work, incredibly beautiful and rather up-tight, walked into the left room with three shopping bags and a slinky little dress. I held my breath as Janice unbuttoned her blouse, wishing I had a camera so I could let Allen have a glimpse of the treasures he’d always wanted. I bit my lip when Janice reached back and unclasped her bra. Her tits were utterly magnificent, her nipples thick and rich. I felt a sharp bite of pain in my right arm, the new beginnings of a cramp as Janice unbuckled her tan pants and let them fall to the floor. She wore stockings that gripped her white thighs with a band of lace, but no panties. Janice tickled her jet black muff and then finally pulled the dress up over her naked body. I wanted to cry.

Two college girls from my apartment building went into the right room and after stripping down to their underwear, spent half an hour trying on one piece of clothing after another, giggling and talking.

A weary looking woman threw a skirt she couldn’t get past her hips against the wall and then sat down. After a few minutes of calm, she smiled gently and slipped her hand into her panties. Fingering herself beneath the black lace, she bit her lip, lifted her bottom up off the carpeted bench and tossed her head from side to side. She dressed and left and there was a small wet spot where she had been sitting.

One after another of Liz’s friends dropped by to try on clothes, a few women I’d known since we were in grade school together, some girls I’d just met with big bulky boyfriends. I saw my friends’ girlfriends, Mary’s tits, Ellen’s ass, Jenny’s twat. My cock throbbed and drooled. My balls ached. My arms felt pulled out of their sockets. My muscles quivered with cramps. My wrists burned with abrasion. I was going nuts. Time passed.

The lock turned behind me.

“How you doing, Birthday Boy?” asked Liz.

“Aamgnmthlp,” I moaned.

“I’ll bet,” she said with a laugh. The door into the left dressing room opened and Stephanie stepped inside with an armful of clothes.”We can go now,” said Liz. “I’m off.” I nodded, my eyes fixated as Steph stripped off her shirt. “Let me get these off you,” she said, unlocking the cuffs. “Poor baby.” Stephanie pushed down her black skirt.

“Wow,” I said, rubbing my wrists.

“Miss me?” Liz asked, stealing a kiss and copping a feel. “I guess you did.” Stephanie’s naked tits jiggled all the time. Liz pulled at my boxers and pushed my dick into her mouth. Steph turned and leaned over. I came in wild spurts. Liz gasped, laughed and drank the fountain’s gushes.

“Mmm,” she said, turning to watch her roommate vogue in front of the mirror and licking the cream from her lips. “I offered a discount to everyone I know. Promotion, you know. Funny how many women will come see you for an extra ten percent off.”

“Rrrr,” I said, slipping a hand up Liz’s brief skirt to rub her warm sex.

“Get dressed, stud,” she said. “Let’s get you home for some cake.”

“Gaaa,” I said, pulling up my trousers and stealing another look at Stephanie’s breasts. “Nnnn.” I followed Liz out the small door and took her back to my place. I screamed a lifetime’s worth of frustration in a wild bellow in the parking lot.

We didn’t cut my birthday cake, and didn’t open any of my presents. I just fucked Liz over and over and over that night, unable to contain myself, anxious to move and pound and lick and touch her beautiful woman’s flesh. Liz laughed and came and laughed and came.

Last night, as I lay on my bed watching Liz walk naked from the bathroom on her way back to my greedy arms, she stopped and peeked out the window.

“Look,” she said. “That girl is undressing in front of her window. What a sight!”

“Come here,” I said, grabbing Liz around the waist and pulling her onto the mattress. “I’ve seen enough.”

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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