Nadine (Part V)I have never had any objections to shopping. In fact, I quite enjoy going round shops, so long as I am not the one having to try anything on. That, and I need to be fed coffee. So when Nadine asked me if we could spent one Saturday shopping instead, I was quite happy to oblige. Besides, knowing her state of mind, or at least the state of mind she’d been in since our holiday, I was half expecting a trip to Ann Summers or such shop. I was becoming familiar with her underwear collection now and after the anal beads purchase, she hadn’t spent any more money on sex toys either.We were going to spend the day in Brighton because Nadine loved shopping there. She loved the quirky shops in the Laines and she felt at home with all the free spirits that roamed Brighton. To me, Brighton was where hippy Londoners tried to escape when they’d had enough of their money but Nadine told me not to be so cynical.‘It’s a lovely place,’ she’d said. ‘And you know it.’Although I’d offered to pick her up, she insisted going by train because, ‘Going round my house first and then into Brighton is such a faff.’ When I enquired about later, she responded with the slightly cryptic, ‘Later is later.’ That I translated as dinner, drinks and perhaps a sleepover at either house. Not that I was getting ahead of myself here; first I had to pick her up at the train station.Parking the car in Brighton is a nightmare, so I parked at a train station nearby and also got the train in. That way, I kept other options open as well. I could have a drink, leave the car and take a taxi home but if we wanted to drive anywhere, it wasn’t miles away either. When I got through the barriers Nadine was already waiting for me in the hall and, it almost goes without saying, she was looking good enough to fuck until dawn.She was wearing a short blue dress that clung to her big breasts like lycra while hanging loosely from her booty. Nadine was still packing a little holiday happiness, shall we say, but in her case it attached itself to her boobs and her bottom. She still had a bit of a Beyonce booty going on and the roundness of her bum caused the back of her dress to go slightly horizontal over it before coming down. You couldn’t quite place a drink on it but you could try and still have some fun. I also wasn’t sure about her breast size either. 32EE is what she’d told me but I was thinking more of a 34EE by this stage, if not perhaps a cupsize higher as well. She referred to them as a handful but I was beginning to wonder whose hands she was talking about. Mine could barely fit around a single boob anymore. And today they looked magnificent as two tiny pieces of string held the sides of her dress together, struggling to hide the cleavage that was on display. They looked huge and not at all like a handful either. To finish the job, she had chosen for some understated blue heels that propped her arse up even more without drawing too much attention to her pumps. She must have thought that with a tits and arse like that, what’s the point in showing fancy footwear? Not that she hadn’t taken time to get her feet done as well. Not only was her anklet on show, she’d also done her nails. In short, my girl looked a million dollars.‘You going shopping in that,’ I asked.‘In what?’‘That?’‘How do I look?’‘You look good enough to club over the head, drag into a cave and shag endlessly.’‘Good,’ she said. ‘Aside from the v******e and the substandard domestic situation, I plan to get some of that later.’ I looked a little lost, so she added. ‘Sex, you plank. I am going to break you into pieces later,’ she said and laughed.‘What precisely are we looking for today?’‘Bits and bobs,’ she responded. ‘Mainly new underwear. I get the feeling we’ve desecrated most of what I own. Some of it has gone missing. I remember bursa escort a particular bathing suit I used to own.’‘For a day, as I recall,’ I added.‘Right,’ she said. ‘Probably less than that and it’s probably got some West Indian cumming in it as we speak. So I thought it’s time for something new, don’t you think?’I could not agree more.‘Also,’ she continued. ‘I’ve got fed up with what I own as well. I’ve got plenty of clothes that I still like but it’s what I wear underneath it I am a little bored with, you know. Lately it was taking me longer and longer to make up my mind what to wear. One day I was even late for work because of it, and that’s work. No one sees my underwear at work; it’s just me. I am just bored with what I’ve got, so I cannot wear any of it anymore. This morning I stood in front the mirror for such a long time I just couldn’t face it anymore. So we’ve got to buy something soonish because I am not wearing anything at the moment.’I looked at her in disbelief. A flimsy dress like that? No underwear?‘You’re joking,’ I said.‘No, don’t you ever get fed up with your underwear?’‘Not enough to go commando, no.’‘Well, I did.’‘You’re not wearing anything underneath your dress?’‘No,’ she smiled.‘That’s little more than a belt!’‘Don’t be silly. It’s rather nice with the breeze riding up now and again, although the breeze did catch me out once or twice on my way to the station.’‘Well, we’re in Brighton now, by the sea. So no risk of any sudden breezes here then.’‘Sarcasm noted,’ she said. ‘Which is why we must buy something soon.’With that, Nadina marched on, her dress rhythmically dancing to the beat, though now that I knew what was beneath, I could not keep my eyes off her posterior. What if the wind did lift her dress to reveal a bare bottom? What if it revealed a naked pussy? Anyone walking the opposite direction would have full view of her bits. Somehow that had been alright on holiday but this was Brighton; we lived here, more or less.Still, the thought of all this did turn me on. I imagined how Nadine felt about the risk of the sea breeze lifting up her skirt and disclosing what was meant to be hidden from everyone. I imagined how the wind might feel on her parts. I thought about how many people would try and cop a look as she rode the escalator or as she sat down. It did turn me on; there was no denying that.We didn’t visit too many lingerie shops at first. Nadine contented herself with some random window-shopping at first, going into shops without any agenda; being a girl basically. We stopped at a shoe shop where she picked out some trainers to try on and when they didn’t fit, she asked me to ask the assistant to get another pair. When I returned, she had sat down with her legs apart. She had a wicked smile on her face and rode her dress up a little. For about a nanosecond she showed me her shaven pussy and nothing else hiding underneath the thin blue dress. She looked at me and tried her shoes on.‘Just keeping you on your toes baby,’ she said, as she leant forward, this time showing me her more than ample cleavage.We went into a few more shops and she showed gave me a few more eyefulls as well. This only went wrong once, when someone in the shop emerged from behind a pillar only to see what I could see. My girlfriend’s pussy lips, moist and uncovered. I almost apologised to the bloke but he obviously didn’t mind and neither did Nadine. She giggled, her smiled to himself and I was the only one who still couldn’t believe what was going on, it seemed.We walked away and Nadine mentioned that within minutes everyone would know.‘He’s told his mates, who will tell their mates, and so on.’‘Yup,’ I agreed. ‘Looks like the game’s up. Let’s go into Ann Summers and get you a pair of nickers.’‘The game’s çanakkale escort only starting hun. I’ll go into Ann Summers with you but we’re not buying underwear for today. I am loving the freedom, thank you very much.’Aside from Ann Summers, we also stopped by an independent sex shop in Brighton that was a little less commercial and a little less touristy. Nadine tried out some clothes without showing any to me. She handled some dildoes and vibrators on display and a couple of them she held in front of her vagina, miming to get off on them and asking me if they would fit. She picked up a butt plug and held it against her arsehole.‘What about that? Do you think it’ll fit?’We walked out of the shop with two sets of underwear, a vibrator and a butt plug that Nadine, ‘Probably wouldn’t try but hey ho.’Afterwards we stopped off for a drink near the seafront. By this point her dress had blown up, or nearly blown up, a few times showing bits of her arse cheeks and, I am sure, bits of her pussy as well, if anyone had been looking. Each time it had happened, she’d just giggled and rearranged her clothes. But she hadn’t bothered to hold down her dress right away. She’d allowed the wind to play with it for just that second, just that moment. So that if anyone did walk from the other direction, or if anyone had been walking behind us; there would have been that confusion. Did that just happen?‘You liked our day out so far,’ she asked me.I nodded and took a swig of my drink.‘Now all we need to do is find a place where I can take the pressure off you? And me,’ she added. ‘I really need to get my pussy filled now.’It was three in the afternoon on a weekend in Brighton. Finding a private spot was like finding a space to park your car; you didn’t.Nadine pulled her dress up and spread her legs again.‘See this cunt,’ she said. ‘It needs cock.’I looked around. All of a sudden it seemed like the whole world was sat on this terrace. Nadine obviously didn’t care but it felt like every person in her knew what was going on. And it got worse. She took a sip and brought her hand down to her lips. Ever so slightly she parted her pussy lips to reveal a moist and glistening snatch and clitoral hood.‘I could probably finger myself right here, right now,’ she said, as she gently started rubbing her clit. ‘But I’ll let you pay up and use me in the loo.’I settled straightaway, not even bothering with the change. Nadine had already gone to freshen up and I followed her into the men’s. In there, we weren’t alone but the old dude in there had no idea what was going on or who was hiding in the second cubicle. This one was shut but wasn’t locked. This one had Nadine behind its door, most likely rubbing herself to a climax, if I didn’t get in there quickly and did something about it.As soon as the gentleman left, I squeezed into the cubicle, which was as spacious as I’d imagined it would be.‘Jesus babe,’ Nadine said. ‘What took you? I had to get the show started because I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.’She sat down on the grimey loo and opened my zip to release my dick. It was still semi-erect after the wait and Nadine gobbled the whole thing up in one movement. As she did this, she got her big tits out and started playing with them. Enjoying the moment, I took in the state of the toilet. We were probably going to need some shots after shagging in here. I realise it’s a silly thing to do when your woman is going down on you but we were in a fucking toilet; silly was becoming the norm.I grabbed Nadine’s head by the back and started guiding her on my hard cock. She had her legs apart again and I wanted to show her who was boss for at least a couple of seconds, before I pinned her cunt. She made sounds of approval and with my one free çankırı escort hands, I slapped her titties. More sounds of approval this time.When she’d had enough, she got up and turned around. She hiked up her skirt and leant against the wall. The invitation of her bare arse and wet pussy was enough for me and I took hold of my meat and slid down into her. I couldn’t believe it. All day Nadine had worn nothing underneath, allowing anyone who wanted to know to see her horny cunt. Now I was fucking her in the men’s room, knowing that anyone could come in, anyone could see, could hear, anything. Fuck them, I thought, I am going to destroy this whore.And with that, I increased my rhythm. I’d started rather gentle, sliding my penis into her, making sure she got accustomed to the girth and the pressure it put on her pussy. Now though, I picked up the pace and I started slamming into her. The sound of my body slapping against her arse cheeks was distinct; it was a well-known sound to anyone who’d ever stuck it to his Missus. Anyone who once thought about ripping his woman apart because it’s nothing more than what she deserved knew this sound. The sound of someone’s balls hitting some poor girl’s cunt. Anyone who’d ever enjoyed a proper fucking knew this sound and it wasn’t coming from the bedroom, it was coming from the toilet inside a bar in Brighton.Nadine started getting into it as well. With one free hand, she grabbed my arse and guided it so as to ram her even harder. Every now and then she had to stop because she would almost let out a moan that she had to stifle.‘You like that,’ I said angrily. ‘You think you can parade that dirty little cunt hole around town all day and get away with it?’Nadine groaned with pleasure.‘I deserve to be punished.’‘You deserve nothing, you little fuck slut. I am going to rough you up and then use you as the jizz bin that you are.’Nadine copied me and asked to be used.And then someone entered the toilet. You could tell he’d heard something because he’d opened the door and he’d almost seemed to forget to come in. For a split second he’d just stood there.I stopped as well.‘Why are you stopping,’ Nadine asked me.The bloke stopped again.‘Don’t stop fucking me,’ Nadine now ordered.‘Mate,’ the guy said. ‘I am not sure what the fuck’s happening but I agree with your Missus. You should never stop – don’t stop on my account anyway. I’ll be out of your hair in a second.’I started pumping her again and within seconds I’d picked up the rhythm, though now fully aware that some guy was listening to us. That is, he was having a piss and listening to us shagging like monkeys.‘Is that what you want,’ I said with real aggression. ‘You want everyone to hear you get fucking slammed?’‘I want you to use me and abuse me. Fill me out, please.’The idea of a stranger just standing there, listening to us no more than three feet away, and Nadine beggin me like this, was making it hard not to come inside her right now. When all of a sudden Nadine also started climaxing, it was all I needed to send me over the edge. She was girating against my body and couldn’t help herself but let out a big yelp as she came hard. I soon followed and came inside her. As soon as Nadine realised I was coming inside of her, she quickly turned around to try and catch some sperm with her mouth. I spurt another two streams of hot cum on her face as I let out a stifled cry. Nadine milked my cock and sucked every last drop of jizz out of it before cleaning the thick drops from her face.‘We don’t want it to leak down my legs, do we?’I tucked my softening cock back into my trouser and Nadine organised her boobs before coming reemerging from the cubicle. The mystery man was still there, casually and patiently drying his hands with a paper towel.‘So when’s my go,’ he joked.‘Come back next Saturday,’ my girlfriend smiled. ‘And we’ll look into it.The stranger smiled, threw out his paper towel and left. He never did get to fuck her but in all honesty, that was only a question of bad luck and not being at the right place, at the right time. Not for lack of opportunities.