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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Age_Difference, Exhibitionism,
      Shopping, Shopping_Malls
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-04 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2328
****** Lucid dreams ******
by imera
Summary
     She didn't know him, but that didn't stop her from using him when the
     need called for it
Notes
     This started as a fill for a bingo card over at 1millionwords @ LJ,
     but my mind keeps taking it further.
     Eventually, when I to have the energy to finish it, it will have 3-
     4 chapters in the end, I believe.
Buying a dress for the formal should have been a fun experience, if Jackson
hadn’t dumped her. She was certain that once he saw her again, he would regret
everything he said and came to his senses.
She watched Allison as a man showed her a dress. It didn’t look like Allison
knew him, as she kept looking nervously around, but neither did she call for
Lydia to save her, so she wouldn’t interfere. A woman’s voice on the speakers
mentioned something about a car, and shortly after Allison disappeared. Lydia
thought it was rude leaving without saying anything, but she soon forgot her
friend when the stranger noticed her, smiling deviously.
Lydia whipped her hair and turned towards the dresses on the clothing rack,
having a difficult time deciding which would make Jackson regret his actions
the most.
“Hi there, need any help?” A dark voice asked, almost startling her. Lydia
turned and met the face of the man who spoke with Allison barely minutes
earlier.
“No, I’m fine,” she replied in a confident voice.
“Are you sure you don’t need anything? I can be quite helpful.” Normally Lydia
would have ignored him, and she would have, if it wasn’t because she was hurt,
and craved some male attention from someone who had the capacity of not looking
at her breasts.
He was an adult, but age had never been an issue for her, not when it came to
decisions which would benefit herself. His hair was nicely combed, his eyes
glistened as they watching her, and while there was nothing special with his
outfit, Lydia liked his simple look, the leather jacket with the nice hoodie
and his pants, which fit his ass quite nicely.
“Are you a salesman?” she asked, already knowing the answer to her question,
but wanted to hear his reply.
“I could be,” he said, watching her with a teasing look.
“If you say so,” she said and pulled out three dresses she wanted to try. “Then
I suppose you won’t mind carrying these for me, and helping me decide on a
dress.” Before he could even reply she pushed three dresses into his arms,
signing for him to follow her. She found four more dresses which looked nice
before heading off to the changing rooms with the stranger following her. The
man didn’t say much as he followed her, and his smile never faltered.
“So, which should I try first?”
“Unless you have a favourite, you should start on the one on top.” Even though
he didn’t work as a salesman, he was still helpful.
The first dress didn’t flatter her, something he agreed on, the second was
nice, but the third was too small. “Could you be so kind and find this in a
bigger size?” Lydia was secure enough about her size to know the number didn’t
mean she was gaining weight, so she wasn’t afraid of going higher. He smiled,
accepted the dress and disappeared, returning a few minutes later with her
request. Lydia didn’t thank him, as he was clearly helping her because he
wanted to, not because it was his job.
“What do you think?” she said and pulled the curtain to the side, it was the
first dress she really liked.
“It looks quite well on you.”
“Only well?” She rose an eyebrow, questioning his choice of words.
“Do you want honesty?” She nodded. “You look drop dead gorgeous, and if I was
the one dating you, I would have taken you in this dressing room right now.”
Lydia couldn’t hide a smile as she thought about it, loving it more and more as
the seconds passed. She grabbed the next dress, trying it on, forgetting her
mission to find a gorgeous drop dead dress which would make Jackson regret his
mistake, instead she thought about the stranger. His smile never faltered, and
the look in his eyes was hunger, the same as hers.
She was slightly sad as she tried on the last dress, not wanting the man’s gaze
to end as soon. That was when she decided to do something risky, something
which she had often dreamt of, but never had the chance to try earlier --as she
was in a relationship with someone who believed they were risky by fucking in
the locker room long after the team was gone.
“The zipper is stuck, can you come in and help me?” The curtains shifted as the
stranger entered the small changing room. She watched his reflection in the
mirror, their eyes meeting for a second before he concentrated on his task,
which she could easily have done herself. Slowly, far slower than needed, the
dress was unzipped. He must have known she wanted more as he didn’t leave,
instead he let his fingers, which were still holding onto the dress, trace her
spine.
Lydia was excited, needing far more than she first believed. Ignoring the
dress, she twisted around, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in
for a deep kiss, which he responded to by letting his hands travel up and down
her back, before pushing the dress down her legs and grabbing her ass, lifting
her up in his arms. Lydia released a shocked gasp as he pressed her against the
cold mirror. Her gasp them turned into a moan as she felt the large bulge
between his legs, pressing against her needing flesh, teasing and tormenting
her.
“Are you certain?” he asked, almost ruining the moment.
“Shut up and take me,” she demanded. He smiled and moved one of his hands down
between their bodies, undoing his own zipper before searching for his dick.
Lydia’s arms were still wrapped around his neck, but she didn’t have to hold on
too tightly as he was more than capable of keeping her up with the use of one
arm.
It was wrong, she knew it, having sex with a complete stranger in the mall, but
her body was burning up, and the only way to cool down was to do something
daring.
The instance she felt the warm flesh against her entrance, she struggled to
control herself. With a flick of his finger, he moved her underwear to the
side, exposing her most delicate part, before entering her, She let her mind
fall back against the wall, concentrating on the amazing cock which teased her
desire.
“Harder,” she ordered, her nails digging into the stranger’s back. A faint
smile spread across her lips as she heard him groan, before his own nails
scraping her ass. He pushed her against the wall once more, her back pressing
against the mirror so hard she feared it would break, but she found herself not
caring at that exact moment.
He fucked her hard, his stamina still going strong as his large hands held her
close, his breathing heavy against her ear, sending rushes of excitement
through her body.
“Harder,” she commanded again. His grip hardened around her, it was almost
painful, but his cock made up for it as it filled her.
“How hard do you want it?”
“I’ll tell you if you should stop,” she smiled, finding his question adorable,
hoping he would satisfy her need. He didn’t disappoint as he fucked her so hard
he went deeper than anyone had gone before, except her toys. Not only were he
deeper, but as he grew closer to his orgasm --something she could both see as
well hear-- it felt as if his cock swelled up, filling her even more.
She felt his tongue down her neck, leaving a wet trail which sent a pleasant
tingle down her body. “Bite me,” she asked, wanting it rough and dirty, needing
it to forget about her troubles. He obliged her wishes, his teeth biting the
curve of her shoulder so hard she wanted to cry out in pain, but instead moaned
as a rush of pheromones passed through her body, sending waves of pleasure deep
into her as he continued to fuck her.
“Lydia, are you there?” a familiar voice ask. Lydia was enjoying herself far
too much to pay it any attention, and didn’t reply. “Lydia, are you, oh my
god.” Lydia was far too occupied enjoying herself to be embarrassed by being
caught, and shortly after they were left alone did she come, her body tensing
for a moment as she groaned against the stranger’s ear, taking his earlobe into
her mouth, biting it until he groaned against her neck. Holding her tightly, he
thrusted into her a few more times, then came deep. It was quite satisfying to
feel his swollen cock unload inside her, fill her up until she was satisfied.
He didn’t pull out at once, as she expected, instead he pressed his body
closer, letting his hands caress her a few seconds longer before finally
pulling out. She got a look at his cock before he tucked it away, it wasn’t far
bigger than the one of someone she used to date --and she wasn’t thinking about
Jackson, but it sure did go deeper, and filled her more than any cock she had
tried before.
She smiled and sighted before dressing herself, not ashamed of her half naked
body. He was done before she was and left the changing room, leaving her alone
with the final dress. She stared at the green dress and grumbled as she wasn’t
closer to having decided which dress to pick, which would return Jackson to
her.
“So, which dress did you like the most?” she asked. Receiving no answer from
him she moved the curtain to the side, shocked to find she was alone.
Lydia couldn’t be sure if the feeling she felt right then was disappointment,
or anger, having offered him something, and not even receiving a thanks in
return. That was when she noticed the one dress on the hanger, the one which
they both agreed was quite nice. Taking it as a sign, she tossed the last dress
with the rest and pulled down the pale peach coloured dress.
With determined steps, she went to find Allison, certain an apology was in
order for the way Lydia behaved. Allison was of course not the only one who
noticed Lydia’s behaviour. As she looked around the store she could see several
people stare at her, which surprised her, as the security hadn’t been called to
kick them out
                                       ✤
At home, in the sanctuary of her room, she found herself thinking about the
stranger, wondering if she would ever see him again.
Needing a warm bath, she tapped the water, staring at her reflection in the
mirror as she waited. She noticed the bite, which had to be concealed with
makeup if she wanted to get Jackson back. She also noticed some faint red lines
across her ass cheek, which would most likely fade by the time Jackson would
take her back, because there was no reason why he shouldn’t.
Entering the hot bubbly water, she continued to think about the stranger,
almost wishing he would show up in her room as well. Reaching for the small
drawer next to the bathtub, she pulled out a vibrator hidden in the back.
Returning to the hot water, she closed her eyes and thought about the stranger.
Her fantasy began with him entering the bathroom, stealing a kiss from her as
she lay in the bathtub, her eyes closed, her breasts barely covered by the
bubbles. The men always knew what to do in her fantasies, so she didn’t have to
say anything. That of course didn’t mean they wouldn’t speak. “You’ve been
thinking about me," he asked as he moved his hand down her neck, to her chest,
teasing her nipple before going further down, reaching the hot cave, carefully
slipping a finger in. Lydia moaned and lay her head back against the tub edge,
short of breath as she pleasured herself, pretending it was the stranger. "I've
been thinking about you as well, about fucking you one more time.” Lydia
moaned, leaning into his touch, enjoying the kisses he left on her neck.
“I want you right now,” she gasped as tremors passed through her body. He
didn’t refuse her wish, nobody did in her fantasies, doing everything she
wanted the instant she thought about it. “Take me,” she commanded and he
climbed into the bathtub, his clothes magically vanished as his hard cock
thrust into her. Lydia moaned and closed her eyes, loving the faint vibration
from the stranger’s cock. Increasing the vibration, moaning as a jolt of
pleasure slowly spread through her body, she imagined him grabbing her breasts,
biting them sensually as he moaned. Using her free hand she teased her
clitoris, gasping as the familiar sensation gripped her, arching her body as
she remembered how the stranger bit her neck, how his nail left marks on her
skin, and the hunger in his eyes as he watched her.
Her orgasm wasn’t far away, not as she thought about him, not as she thought
about what she did that day. “Make me come,” she groaned into the room, wishing
he was there so she could pull his hair, bite him, mark his body with her nails
as he did her.
When the orgasm hit, she gasped and grunted as she floated on a cloud of
ecstasy, her skin tingling as she remembered him, how his cock swelled inside
her as he came, filling her until she was absolutely pleased. She still wanted
Jackson back, even though sex with him couldn’t compare to sex with the
stranger, but it wouldn’t hurt fantasizing about the stranger from time to
time.
As her body returned to normal, she tried to imagine Jackson next to her,
wishing he would apologise for hurting her. His apology was quite sweet, but as
he repeated it, she noticed the stranger standing in the shadows of her
fantasy, lurking, waiting for her to call on him.
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