This kiss was even more explosive and incredible than our first one. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and Amanda’s met mine in return. I pulled at her body, wanting to feel more of her against me, just as she pulled at mine. Then, just as quickly as it started, it was over.
“Wow,” Amanda said, a little breathless.
“Wow indeed,” I replied, my chest heaving with breathless excitement.
“I liked that,” Amanda smiled, then bit her bottom lip. “But we probably should be a little more careful.”
“Agreed,” I chuckled.
We were practically standing in the middle of the broad walkway, where anyone could see. I had no doubt we’d been noticed as that couple who offered far too much affection in public. I just hoped it wasn’t by anyone who knew Amanda and the girls.
We walked on for a few dozen metres while holding hands before I reluctantly let hers go. Amanda was a rare beauty and easily distinguished among a crowd. The last thing we needed was for one of Craig’s friends to see her holding hands with the new guitarist of his band. It sucked, but I lived with these women and could spend as much time with them as I wanted.
“Sorry bout earlier,” Amanda said once we reached a women’s clothing store. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“You didn’t hear me complaining, did you?” I winked.
“I guess not,” she smiled cheekily. “But it’s kind of hard to speak with my tongue in your mouth.”
“I’m willing to try again,” I quipped.
Amanda smiled and playfully slapped my shoulder. I could tell she was enjoying herself for probably the first time in a month, if what the others were to be believed.
I let the raven-haired bombshell pull me into the women’s clothing store, and I walked behind her as she picked out a small selection of clothes. As her dutiful brother and soon-to-be lover, I helped carry her choices to the changing rooms. Half a dozen of the fifteen or so rooms were in use, marked by a bored-looking husband or boyfriends seated on the provided armchairs. Most were glued to their phones as their significant others tried on new outfits they’d inevitably have to pay for.
“Need a hand?” I asked Amanda as I handed her the outfits.
Amanda grinned, then shoved me into the chair. “Tempting, but I think I can manage. I will need your opinion, though.”
“So, you’re going to model for me?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s your lucky day,” Amanda stuck her tongue out at me, then vanished behind the changing room door.
I glanced around at the other men nearby, but none of them bothered to look up. A few of them had a pile of shopping bags at their feet, and I guessed they’d been at it for a few hours already. I could understand their plight as I’d been in this situation several times back in England. But those girls weren’t Amanda.
The door to Amanda’s changing room flung open a few minutes later, and I had to pick my jaw off the floor. Amanda had chosen to bring out the big guns first and was modelling a bathing suit for me. The top was a simple black wrap around her chest that barely held her generous curves in place. Her long raven hair swept over her bare shoulders enticingly, and the top left the entirety of her smooth, tight stomach bare. The bottoms seemed modest enough, riding high on her hips and splitting her glorious cheeks.
“Do you like it?” Amanda asked, giving me a twirl.
My earlier compliment obviously prompted this outfit choice because it showcased her spectacular ass. I glanced towards the other men seated around the change rooms, and each one of them, bar one, was trying their hardest not to stare. The other was openly gawking.
“It’s perfect,” I smiled.
Amanda grinned and pranced back into the change room. I looked over towards the closest men sitting by me. In unison, they both gave me an approving nod and thumbs up.
Typically I would have grown jealous of another man looking at my girlfriend, but I wasn’t. It wasn’t like she was going home with anyone else tonight. Then it hit me that I was already thinking of Amanda as my girlfriend, even though she hadn’t technically broken up with Craig yet.
Amanda tried on a few other outfits, modelling them for me. A white tank-top that showed enough side-boob to make Erica blush, matched with a pair of black skin-tight ripped jeans. A black sundress with a high neck that left her back, shoulders, and arms completely bare and an almost fluffy cotton grey pair of shorts so tiny that she may as well be wearing underwear, and a matching top that pressed her breasts together enticingly while leaving her entire mid-rift exposed. Amanda called those her new bed-time outfit, but I knew if she wore that to my bed, it would be coming off in record time.
The amateur modelling session was easily the most fun I’d had in a women’s clothing store in my entire life. The only way to top it would be if I shared the change room with her, which might be pushing things a little too far, especially in public.
“I’ll get these for you,” I said, pulling my wallet out.
“You don’t have to,” Amanda said, pulling out her bank card.
“I know, but I want to,” I insisted. “You’ve been so good to me since I arrived and have given me a place to live and plenty of great meals. Let me do this for you.”
“Okay,” Amanda smiled. “How about a nice dinner as repayment.”
“Only if it’s just the two of us,” I winked.
“Deal.”