Chapter 242 – #9. Mira and the Workman (6)
The course after the cafe was shopping.
The concept of today’s date that Mira caught seems to be everyday life.
Nothing special, a cafe or shopping date that couples do on a daily basis.
And, the netorase play melted into it.
Since it was a routine and normal date, it felt like the abnormal and perverted netorase that took place there was emphasized like a black and white contrast.
“Flaw.”
I saw Mira’s ponytail leading the way through the department store.
Her lemon-blonde hair is tied into a tail and sways lightly from side to side with her step.
Mira’s trademark ponytail is always the same…
I really want to pull it.
Do men say they are children even when they grow up?
As always, the length was just right for pulling.
Of course not.
No matter how immature you are, you can’t pull your girlfriend’s hair while on a date.
… However, if you ask me if I’ve never done it before, I have nothing to say.
I’ve never done it outside during the day, but I’ve pulled it quite a bit in bed at night.
When backtracking.
Compared to other women, Mi-ra has a softer taste and is a pure lover who likes romantic things, so she showed dislike when he was pulled during sex.
However, she allows it for just one moment.
Just before orgasm.
Well, exactly… It would be right to say that there is no time to worry about that timing.
“Darling, are you losing your mind already? Did I come here for nothing?”
Mira, who was leading me by the hand holding my hand in front of her, stopped her steps and looked at me and said.
It’s cold.
“No, not at all. I was just staring at her because her hair was pretty.”
“Huh huh. Is that so?”
Mira tilted her head at my words, but she smiled bashfully, wondering if the compliment that she was pretty was good.
‘After…’
Fortunately, I just passed…
She lived by not giving false excuses.
Since the time we spent together was not a day or two, if she lied, she would have been exposed right away.
Why do you say something like that?
If you’re going to lie, mix some lies with the truth.
It’s true that I thought about this and that when I saw the wagging ponytail.
‘… However.’
Suddenly I had this thought.
Worker, I wonder if he tried it too.
Grabbing Mira’s ponytail and running back.
I know because I’ve done it a lot, but the temptation is huge.
Of course, the pure white back that looks down naturally when you drive it from the top of the junior position, the narrow waist, and the hip that draws a pretty line are really good…
A swaying ponytail is an intense temptation that attracts attention.
Throwing back itself has a great sense of conquest, but on top of that, it’s the finishing touch.
If Mira is decent, even if she doesn’t allow it, you can see it as fun to capture, and she even has a sense of accomplishment when she gets permission and catches it.
I wonder if that self-proclaimed professional worker even managed to capture Mira’s difficult ponytail.
…
… It’s a later story, but the curiosity that I had lightly in my heart like that will be solved not too long ago.
Of course not now.
…
The shopping was led by the woman, Mira, as usual for normal couples.
Originally, she would have taken care of my clothes several times in between, but today wasn’t such a day, so I really just watched and responded to Mira’s shopping like a spectator.
“Here, here.”
“Yes. I’m not going anywhere.”
Mira grabbed my wrist and led me to the women’s section.
Of course, the proportion of women was high as it was for women’s clothing, but the proportion of men who followed their lovers like me was not small.
But if you’re lucky, you’re lucky?
The department store was fairly quiet, so I didn’t have to worry about other people’s eyes.
The fitting room was largely empty, and Mira gently but firmly rejected any approaching staff, leaving our shopping unobstructed naturally.
In other words, it became a very good environment to ‘play’.
… It would be unfortunate for the department store, but it was good luck for us.
Or maybe the preliminary investigation was thorough?
“Shall I wear this?”
Mira asks, holding up her off-the-shoulder shirt to me.
“Okay. Would you like to try this on too? I think it will look good on you.”
“Huh? Ummm…Yes.”
I pointed to a short skirt that suited him.
Mira hesitated for a moment, as if she was shaking, but then feigned her composure and nodded her head.
There is only one thing I want to do in shopping right now.
To put on a skirt.
Also a short skirt.
Why, needless to say.
It’s safe to wear pants, so seeing Mira acting calmly as if nothing had happened, I decided to be persistent.
What I choose from now on is definitely a skirt.
It’s either a mini skirt that exposes more than half of the thighs, or a fluttering one that can show all of it if you’re not careful.
“Then will you wear it?”
“Huh.”
Mira disappears into the fitting room inside.
The fitting room she entered was in the form of a sliding door connected to the wall, and as the door opened and closed, the interior was quite large.
No, isn’t the usual fitting room a bit narrow?
That’s enough for two people to enter.
“…Uh?”
I really didn’t mean it, but as I was thinking about it, I suddenly got a feeling.
Really?
…
Ten minutes passed since Mira entered the fitting room.
If it was any other woman, she couldn’t help but be suspicious that Mira had taken so long.
She says it’s funny sometimes, because she has an incredible knack for stripping her clothes off and leaving her naked in just a few seconds.
She was so quick, it took more than 10 minutes just to change her top and bottom.
I was convinced as I stared blankly at the mummy’s coat in her hand.
And the certainty I had became true as the ‘guy”s talk came to my cell phone.
[Lol]
The guy who used to talk like a big brother in his head before now just laughs.
How the hell is that fun? Huh?
[-Picture-]
What came after that, in a way, was the expected picture.
A scene where Mira is changing clothes in the fitting room.
She is taking the picture in a composition looking down from behind her.
He was reaching out in front of Mira, but what she was doing with her hands was obscured by her back.
And along with the series of scenes, the front view that was not visible due to the point of view was all captured in the mirror installed on the wall of the fitting room.
“Her…”
There were two men and two men in a large fitting room that seemed to be large enough for two people.
Mira, her sweetheart, was changing her clothes with her back in front of her workman who managed to get her into her motel bed…
Because of the full-length mirror installed on the wall inside the fitting room, Mira’s front face is completely exposed.
Mira, who had gone to change her top and bottom, revealed her beautiful waterdrop-shaped breasts through her mirror.
Just before her, she had placed her pretty breasts on her bra… The guy filming on his cell phone was holding it with the free hand opposite her.
As if to show off his spoils, he held Mira’s last pair of underwear up in plain sight in her mirror.
… Is it real
She couldn’t believe it, but she felt a little bewildered that what she had only thought of became a reality.
But if this hadn’t happened, I must have thought it was no fun, right?
It is truly a cursed wall.
I sat in a suitable seat and covered the standing place with the mummy’s coat I was holding.
What happened.
What will happen
With anticipation, a video has arrived that will solve my immediate curiosity.
[-Video-]
This video has no sound.
It’s unfortunate, but it also has its own charm.
The scene that came out when the video started seems to be right after the scene seen in the picture.
Mira with her upper body completely exposed, and a workman doing tricks behind her.
Through the mirror I could see him saying something.
Mira, her face slightly flushed, took off her short denim hot pants as she finished her guy’s words.
All she had left was her moderately see-through sexy pantyhose.
While Mira lowered her pants, the worker put the bra she was holding on her hanger and massaged her breasts with her free hand.
Literally, like kneading rice cakes. A careless touch makes my woman’s face frown. If you touch it like that, of course it will hurt.
I’m angry and upset, but there’s nothing I can do.
There is no psychological reason why I and she want this, but simply because this video is from the past.
It’s just a while ago, but anyway, what should I do about what happened in the past?
After rationalizing myself like that…
“After…”
It was good to cover it with a coat.
It keeps growing
A man doesn’t know the complex psychology of being excited while being pissed off.
He only knows the feeling of being intoxicated and reacts to it like a ghost.
The problem isn’t that you just do it on your own, literally. .
It means that the excitement is sent upwards and even contaminates the brain.
…
In a word, it sucked.
Regardless of my complex yet simple, simple yet complex psychology, the video was continuously playing.
Mira, who had her breasts massaged so much that it hurt, and became only one thin pantyhose without underwear.
He massaged her breasts like that for a while, then grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her to face each other, and kissed her.
As their faces met, the phone naturally turned to the mirror.
Because of this, I couldn’t see Mira’s face.
All I can see is her ponytail swaying naturally as I turn her head to and fro while kissing her thickly…
The kiss continued for a few minutes.
At the end of the short video, Mira received two patches from the worker.
It is the same product that covered the kiss marks on her nape.
I could only see through the mirror that the two were talking, and what followed…
‘Under… Take all of them.’
Mira was even taken away from her bra.
Although he was in a relationship with the workman, he seemed to be overcome with shame, perhaps because he did not even share the plan.
But what can I do?
Just as I see Mi-ra’s downtrodden appearance only through her photos and videos, even Mi-ra couldn’t disobey the workman with just this level of playfulness.
This is the so-called unspoken rule.
So, with only patches on her bare breasts and nipples, Mira put on the new clothes she was buying and left her fitting room pushed on her back by her workman.
For reference, the sentence that the back was pushed was not a metaphor, it was actually like that.
Like that, the mummy that took over 10 minutes to change her clothes.
“Umm, did you wait long?”
“No. I didn’t wait long. It’s pretty.”
As it did in the cafe, it came back to me.
“Then shall we continue, Mira?”
“…Yes.”
Come to think of it, this video wasn’t that high level.
The reason is obvious.
Shopping and playing have just begun.
