The Fitting Room Pt. 01

Amanda grasped the handful of jeans she had slung over her left arm as Derek dragged her through the department store.

"What if we get caught?," Amanda whispered to Derek as he continued to pull her through the racks of clothing.

"We won't," Derek replied, smiling back at her.

Amanda sighed, letting him lead her toward the fitting rooms.

It was a dreary Sunday morning and Derek had suggested they go pick up some new jeans. As they browsed through the denim selections, he grabbed her hips, whispering in her ear that he wanted to fuck her in the fitting room.

At first, she laughed off his brazenness, assuming he was being playful. As they turned the corner, fitting rooms in sight, Amanda decided this was no joke.

"Come on, babe," Derek whispered, encouraging Amanda to walk faster. His blue eyes, full of mischief and passion, glinted back at Amanda. His eyes are what first caught her attention when they met last year. Even through the dim light of the bar, his blue eyes captivated her. She remembered tightening her grip on her drink, afraid to breathe.

Derek had always been a thrill seeker. Amanda was not. He was constantly forcing her out of her comfort zone, challenging her. She found herself following him blindly, somehow knowing that no matter what, he'd keep her safe. Today was no different.

Derek stopped a few feet in front of the fitting rooms and glanced around. Amanda did the same, still gripping the jeans with nervous fingers. She didn't see any employees. She felt her heart begin to race.

Derek pulled on the knob of the first fitting room. It was unlocked. The beige door swung open toward him. He turned to face Amanda, smile plastered across his face. Blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Get your beautiful self in there," Derek replied. He motioned with his hands for her to hurry up. Amanda felt powerless when she was around Derek. She would cave to his every request.

"I don't know," Amanda replied hesitantly. Her feet remained planted on the dull blue carpet. She whipped her head back and forth anxiously, sure they were being watched by someone.

"Babe," Derek whined, "no one is watching. No one cares. You look so sexy. I can't wait another second. I need you."

Amanda felt her cheeks flush.

Derek always knew what to say. He was always building her up, making her feel sexy. This was the first relationship she'd ever been in where her partner was constantly admiring her, appreciating her, loving her. She never wanted it to stop.

Amanda took a deep breath. With one last reluctant look around, she headed into the fitting room, Derek hot on her tail.

Once the door swung shut behind them, Derek fidgeted with the rusty metal lock.

Amanda held her breath.

"Is it locked?!," she finally whispered.

Derek turned to face her and shrugged, "It'll do."

He stepped away from the door, closer to Amanda.

"What does that mean? It needs to be lock-," Amanda began, suddenly interrupted by Derek's soft lips on hers.

Amanda felt the stack of denim she was clinging to begin to slip from her grasp as she melted into Derek's kiss. He brought his hands to the side of her face, delicately cupping her cheeks in his hands as he slid his tongue into her mouth.

The jeans Amanda was holding fell into a heap by their feet. She brought her arms up and wrapped them around Derek's neck.

They kissed slowly, Amanda relishing in Derek's tenderness. He held her face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs delicately across the smooth skin of her face.

She never wanted this moment to end.

Derek slowly began to pull away. Amanda craned her neck forward, desperate to keep their mouths together.

"I want you," Derek whispered into Amanda's mouth.

He moved his hands off her face and began brushing them down her body. First her shoulders, then her side, stopping finally on her hips where he planted his grip. She felt the welcome pressure of his fingers, digging into her.

Amanda couldn't stifle her moan, her longing for him growing more intense.

Derek responded to her moan. He moved his hands off her hips, bringing his fingers up to the waist of her black yoga pants. He began to maneuver his fingers inside her waistband. Amanda's breathing began to increase, she could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly.

With a forceful tug, Derek pulled down Amanda's pants. She felt them slide down her smooth legs. Keeping her arms in position around Derek's neck, Amanda began to step out of her pants. Pulling and tugging her white sneaker clad feet out of the leg holes. After some struggle, she kicked her pants away, not once breaking her lips apart from Derek's.