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I put the box back on top of the pile in his arms. Ben furled his eyebrows and just stared at me. He clearly didn’t get it.
“From the Saw movies?” I said, pushing past him and heading toward the exit. “You know, ‘let’s play a game.’ Forget it, forgot you don’t like scary movies.”
Next up, bathing suit shopping. I’d never been to the beach with Ben. That was my morning routine with Susie and Vince and as we hit the ladies suits I wondered whether he wore a Speedo or board shorts. Or did Ben freeball it like he once suggested I do (his way of telling me to stay single)?
“Tightie whities or boxers?” Braden had asked me that night in his car.
Argh. Braden again. This guy really did a number on me. Why can’t I get him out of my head?
I knew why I couldn’t get him out of my head. Because he’d done things to me I’d never experienced. He fucked me better than I’d ever been fucked in my life. And during all that, he still pulled off the ultimate magic trick. While making me his personal slut for the night, he still managed to treat me special. He was the sweetest boyfriend I’d ever had even if it only lasted a night.
And he fucked me sooo good.
I’d masturbated many times since that night with Braden. My pussy was raw many nights just thinking about our time in all the different places of the carnival, and when those thoughts didn’t help me get off, I imagined rides we didn’t even try.
In my mind he fingered me in that spinning ride that sucks you against the wall, he ate me out as I leaned back on one of the carousel horses, I sucked his cock in the haunted house, and the oddest fantasy was me riding his dick in one of those swings that flies around high up in the air.
In my mind, I’d run away from home and joined Braden’s sexual circus.
As I shopped, I could hear Ben rambling on about his date plans, but all I heard was mumbled speech as I once again drifted off to thoughts of Braden eating me out as I held onto the tree branch for dear life.
My knees suddenly felt weak and I did my best to concentrate on the beach gear. I felt my pussy getting wet. And a familiar ache seeped into my gut. I needed to get fucked. It was time again. I hoped I could wait and find someone in Cancun.
I am so going to find a Mexican Braden and get this out of my system. Hmm, I wonder what would be the equivalent of Braden in Spanish? Bradien? El Braden? I’m such a dork.
Ben announced that he was headed to the dude section of the store so I stayed alone, free from hiding my horny thoughts while thumbing through the many overpriced bathing suits in the department store. Most were super tight, itty-bitty bikinis.
Size zero girls had so much to choose from. I wondered what it would be like to walk into a store, close my eyes, spin around in a circle, and just point, knowing that whatever my finger landed on would fit me just fine.
I decided to try it, just for fun. I spun around, got dizzy way too quickly, and opened my eyes to stumble a step and see my finger land on a pair of dental floss bottoms and a top that looked like one of those elastic workout bands. I imagined my ass hanging out of the ridiculous bottoms and my tits mashed against my chest beneath the band.
I think you have to be from the Jersey Shore to make that work.
I wasn’t plus size, but I wasn’t too far away either. Hence the rea
son for my morning beach jogs. I’d missed quite a few lately in pursuit of a little extra sleep and those damned McGriddle sandwiches.
Hmm, I kinda want one right now. Whoever thought of putting sausage, egg, and cheese between two maple filled pancakes is a genius.
In a store that was filled with bikinis and the latest fashion, teeny tiny board shorts, I finally located the only rack with one-piece bathing suits. I could pull off a bikini, I was pretty sure, but I wanted to be comfortable on this trip not sucking in my gut all day long.
I grabbed three suits I thought might fit. One was plain black, can’t go wrong with black, one was a very pretty blue, and one was leopard spotted. I don’t know when animal prints came back into style, but I was kind of leaning toward the leopard spotted.
Who doesn’t want to look like they’re in a Prince music video? Or I guess it’s Lady Gaga nowadays.
I was good at keeping my mind off of my sexual desires. I could turn most situations into a joke and for a second I thought it was working. Until I looked at the crotch of one of the suits and suddenly imagined Braden pulling it to the side and bending me forward to eat me from behind.
I needed to be alone, right away.
No one was working the dressing rooms so I just went in with my selections.
The dressing room was small but had plenty of room for what I needed. I locked the door and turned to see myself in the mirror. I looked at my big breasts and my wavy brown hair hanging over my shoulders. I looked at my full lips as I pursed them together. I looked at my shapely body filling out my red top and blue jeans.
I slid off my shoes, pulled my jeans down, and kicked them to the side.
My legs were smooth and slightly pale. My panties were a red mesh and I could see the shadow of my pubic hair beneath them. Seeing myself like that, I couldn’t help imagining Braden looking at me.
I pulled the panties down a little so that just the top of my hair peeked out. I felt sexy.
