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Charcoal Pinstripes
Date: 10/10/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Metilda, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
dressed in matching dark blue, looked at me. It was then that I realized my voice did a strange, lustful shiver of sorts, with a hint of a moan. Those three words said a lot. I pretended nothing of the sort came from me and breezed on with my words—spewing some scientific jibber to explain how the dark of his hair and peach of his skin contrasted well with the darker streaks of suit gray. I don’t think it made sense, but Ru slipped the blue off his shoulders. The back of the store was decorated by cubbies with neatly stacked shirts and rows and rows of shoes. My, the shoes. Slicked leather spats and wingtips in rich, ruddish tones were displayed like holy relics on glass shelving. They glistened, even. I touched one fingertip to a shined toe, pretending to feel the material in a ‘is it plastic, is it leather’ sort of way. When I looked up, the fact that my one finger was being suggestive was quite clear in the set of Ruben’s eyes. Suggestive, me and my randy forefinger. I touched a finger to my bottom lip, as if the shoes needed deep thought and serious hours of tense contemplation. The salesman’s mouth jutted up with a sly smile. “Those?” I only nodded, careful not to say anything lest my voice betray me again. Off Ruben went to do things like be measured by the tailor and I sat on a plush leather bench. Regal with brass studs lining the edges, it belonged in the waiting room of a pretentious lawyer’s office on floor number thirteen in New York City, not in a suit shop in ...