Unexpected Display with Ariana Greenblatt

[TheLW]

Unexpected Display
With Ariana Greenblatt
Written by TheLW
Codes: Blowjob, Facial
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.


I hadn’t gone to the drugstore expecting anything beyond grabbing toothpaste and body wash. But as I turned into the makeup aisle, there she was, Ariana Greenblatt herself. Not the billboard version, though that towering L’Oréal lash poster made it impossible to miss her. The real her stood directly in front of it, dramatic lashes, intense gaze, yellow-and-black accents screaming “Lengthen Your Lashes” and “Show Your Dreams.” She was snapping a quick selfie, phone at arm’s length, lips pursed in a subtle, playful pout. Dark-framed glasses had slipped just a bit down her nose. Her dark hair framed her face softly, and the light blue ribbed short-sleeve top clung in all the right places, a white undersleeve peeking out like an effortless detail.

Our eyes met across the narrow aisle. I didn’t look away. Her lips curved, and something in my chest tightened in response.

I tilted my head, letting a small smile form. She caught it, mirrored it before she could play it cool.

“I didn’t realize L’Oréal made shopping this interesting,” I said, nodding at the poster.

She laughed under her breath. “It’s not every day you see yourself staring back at you like that.”

I leaned against the shelf, close enough to feel the air shift. “Some things are worth noticing.”

She arched an eyebrow, fingers brushing an eyeshadow palette like it was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. “And you think this is one of those things?”

I shrugged, grin widening. “Maybe. Could be.”

Her eyes lingered on mine, then drifted to a lipstick tube. She leaned in just enough to close the gap between us. “If you want to see more,” she said, voice light but edged with heat, “you’ll have to follow me.”

No hesitation. “Lead the way.”

We moved toward the back of the store, aisles seeming to shrink around us. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Shoppers passed, oblivious. For us, the world narrowed to the building heat, the unspoken pull.

She paused at the fitting-room door, glancing back. Those beautiful eyes behind her glasses held a question, inviting, careful. I gave a subtle nod. We stepped inside together, the door closed shut, sealing out the bright store noise.

The small space had a full-length mirror, single bench, and soft overhead light. She turned, and without breaking eye contact, she pushed me gently but firmly onto the bench. I sat, legs parting slightly, watching her step between my knees.

Her hands slid up my thighs as she sank to hers. Glasses catching the light, she looked up at me, playful, confident, a wicked glint in her eyes. Fingers worked my belt open, tugged the zipper down, freed me with purpose. I was already hard, aching from the buildup.

She paused momentarily, eyes looking down to take me in. Then, without a word, she gathered saliva in her mouth and let it drip slowly onto the head, warm, thick, glistening. She wrapped her fingers around the base and used the spit to stroke me firmly from base to tip, slicking every inch until I was shining. Her thumb circled the sensitive underside, spreading the wetness, while her other hand cupped my balls lightly, rolling them with just enough pressure to make my hips twitch.

Ariana spat again, messy, adding more slickness, then pumped me slowly, twisting her wrist on the upstroke. The sounds were already obscene in the quiet room. She watched my face the whole time, lips parted, breathing a little heavier.

Only when I was thoroughly coated did she lean forward. Her tongue flicked out first, teasing the slit, tasting herself on me, then flattened along the underside in a long, slow drag. A low groan tore out of me. She swirled around the head, lips brushing feather-light, before finally parting them and taking me in.

Velvet heat enveloped the tip. She sucked gently at first, cheeks hollowing just enough to pull a shudder from me. Then she sank deeper, mouth stretching around me. Her tongue never stopped moving, circling, pressing flat, flicking relentlessly. She bobbed her head slowly, building a rhythm, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth and dripping down the shaft to meet her stroking hand.

One hand stayed wrapped around the base, pumping in perfect sync with her mouth. The other rested on my thigh. Her glasses slipped farther down her nose from the motion, she left them there, too focused to care. Every time she pulled back, her eyes looked up to lock with mine.

I ran my fingers in her hair. She took the cue and went deeper, throat relaxing as she pushed past her limit. Soft gags escaped, quiet, controlled, but she powered through, lips sealed tight, suction unyielding. Wet, filthy sounds filled the tiny room, sloppy slurps, her breathing through her nose, the occasional choke she swallowed around.

She sped up, faster, even messier now. Spit ran down her chin, streaking her neck. Her free hand slid lower, cupping and massaging, tipping the pleasure higher. Tongue worked relentlessly on every upstroke, swirling hard around the head before plunging back down.

My breathing turned ragged. “Ariana...” I warned, hips jerking involuntarily.

She pulled off just long enough to say, “Not yet." Then she dove back in, deeper, faster, relentless. Head bobbing, hand twisting, throat working me with every pass.

I couldn’t hold it. I tugged her hair lightly in warning. She understood, released me with a wet pop, lips swollen and shining. She kept stroking, fast, firm, slick, tilting her face up, eyes locked on mine through fogged, streaked lenses.

I came hard. Thick ropes erupted across her cheeks, lips, chin, warm streaks splattering over the dark frames of her glasses in messy lines. One perfect shot landed across the bridge of her nose, dripping slowly down the lenses. She blinked through it, smiling satisfied as she opened wide for the last bit of cum, catching it on her tongue.

Ariana stayed on her knees a moment longer, letting me see her, face painted, glasses fogged and streaked, lips glossy. Then she dragged a finger across her cheek, collecting a thick line of goopy cum, and sucked it clean with a slow, playful swirl of her tongue.

“Worth noticing?” she asked, voice husky.

I exhaled a rough laugh, pulling her up gently by the arms. “Definitely.”

We cleaned up fast, a quick mirror check to wipe away the evidence, then we slipped back into the store like nothing had happened.

The End