A Life Plan Without You. (46 page)

“I go places Pat, it’s just you don’t know where I go. Sam
takes me places we eat in restaurants and nice bars. We go to the
pictures and on trips I didn’t know I had to run my itinerary and
clothes past you?” I was so angry.

“Wow, you look nice really nice, as you always do Mi cielo.” I
blushed Sam liked the dress. Pat laughed at Sam’s name for me; shut
it Paul just shouts oye and Mandy runs. I laughed
inside.

“Thanks are we going then?” I wanted out before Pat said
something to interfere she did all the time.

“Where are you going?” I knew it. If ever someone couldn’t
keep her nose out of my business, it was her, sad bitch.

“Shopping. Michelle needs some new clothes, and what Michelle
wants today she gets. She was so ill, she needs cheering up and
apparently girls like to shop. We are having a meal in the new
place in Manchester, the one the new celebrity television chef
person has just opened? I’m taking my chef, to see this one in
action.” I really blushed now.

“She’s got more than enough of everything she needs. Don’t be
spending all your money on her.” Bitch, I’m fuming and about to
bust, but Sam astounds me.

“Who I spend my money on and what I choose to spend my money
on is my business. Michelle is my number one priority. I will give
and get her whatever she wants. It’s no concern of yours what
Michelle and I do, or where we go Pat. Michelle is worth every
penny I spend on her. We’re going to Manchester Susan; I will have
her back later.” With that he held my hand and we left.

“I am so sorry about that, she’s a bit of a nosey cow. I have
money Sam Gramps and Grandad gave me quite a bit, when I told him I
needed clothes for college. Grams too gave me as much. My Mum
doesn’t know I have it, and they were really generous.” He had his
arm around my waist.

“Michelle today is my day for treating you, you managed to
spend more money in Blackpool than me too, don’t think I haven’t
forgotten either.” He laughed and hugged me. “My treat today baby
girl, I am paying for everything.”

“Sam really I don’t want to spend your money?” I would fight
that battle later. We walked to the bus stop and caught the bus
into Manchester. We headed for the massive shopping centre. We
headed into the first of many ‘girl shops’, holding my hand tightly
he guided me into these shops, as if he was on a mission to buy the
whole shop, He laughed and picked a few dresses all pretty and
nice. I’d a load of dresses and try them on I must.

“Yes Sir, you do know you can’t come in the dressing room
though?” He smiled and pointed to the changing rooms. I tried on
dress after dress; I’m so not into shopping. He inspected each one
as I paraded in them for him he was really enjoying the fashion
show. Me? I was now officially fed up.

“Sam this is the last one.” It was so pretty and my favourite
because it was the last one.

“Turn around, that’s a really nice dress, and it suits you.
Pass me the ones you like and I’ll put the others back.” I passed
him the seven I liked. I’d pick the winner when I got
dressed.

“I won’t be a minute.” I was speaking to myself he’d
disappeared. I came out to find I now had four bags, he had bought
all the dresses he and I liked. “Sam, I can afford the dress I
picked.” He picked up the bags.

“So can I so shush, next stop shoes, you need shoes to match
don’t you?” I did need them let the row begin.

“Yes, but I buy the shoes please?” I got my way, shoes chosen
and paid for.

“Now the next store, I pay you pick no arguing and get
everything you need, I like this stuff.” I walked into a posh
lingerie shop. I laughed neither he nor Gramps liked shopping in
this store.

“The last lot I got you they looked like I was some sort of
dirty pervert. It may have had something to do with me putting my
hands over the cups to measure.” I laughed and gave him a hug. I
had a black set, a cream set, a pink set, so I picked a blue set, a
black and white set and a very nice white set, a spotty set in
black and white and a really nice primrose set. I picked up
stockings to go with them and a pair of black ones with seams down
the back.

He approved of my choices and looked at the other fellas in
there all looking suitably nervous, a knickers shop is I have found
out today, a perv boy haven, or is it heaven? He passed me a black
credit card, I handed my things to the sales assistant and after
they were rang through and bagged I had a heart stopping moment at
the cost. He had spent a small fortune and I’m not sure I like
that. He pocketed the receipt and the bags.

“Sam I’m all shopped out, all I wanted was a pair of pants and
a top.” He just had a smile on his face. We went into a restaurant
and he ordered us the beef dish, I hadn’t noticed it was past
dinner.

“I’m not sure I like you buying me things Sam, you work hard
for your money and you shouldn’t spend it on me.” He just looked at
me smiling.

“I can afford it really I can so stop worrying please Mi
cielo.” I liked that he wanted to do it I didn’t actually like he
did pay for everything. We ate and drank at the new place, it was
really quite swish, but I spent my time ogling my man. When I
looked around it was very chic and no sign of the celebrity chef
either. Sam paid the bill.

“I need a few things myself baby, so my turn for stuff. We
still have plenty of shops to look at yet, for you.” We were at
Stolen from Ivor. He went to a few rails picked up jeans, trousers,
undies, socks, shirts and tee shirts. A nice jacket too, all
without looking at the price tags and paid for them. He took out
the card again and pocketed the receipt. I wasn’t happy with the
amount of money he was spending he hammered that card to death and
smiled as he did so too.

“So, I didn’t get to ogle you then, that’s so not fair?” We
both had bags of things, and then I spotted a pair of pants I liked
in a window.

“Wait here with this lot I’ve found the things I want.” He
passed me his card “No I’ve got this one covered thanks.” He looked
worried. Why because he wasn’t paying?

Bloody hell’s bells, does she know this an exotic clothes
shop? What’s caught her eye in here I wonder? She refuses my card
again she is going to be a nightmare allowing me to pay for things.
She’s too fiery my beautiful and independent girlfriend and my
future wife. She’ll have to get used to spending it, setting up our
new home will cost a packet.

I came out and Sam tried to sneak a peak in the bag. I just
liked the leather pants in the window. Getting in there though,
there was more than met the eye from the window. There was far too
much kinky stuff, more than I cared to look at. Whips and
handcuffs, stupid underwear and wow kinky costumes. I did get the
red leather bustier the woman said it was sexy and fitted me like a
glove. It just pushed my boobs right up and out. I thought it
actually looked too kinky, but she assured me I looked good. Taking
fashion tips from a woman with pink hair and a ton of piercings and
a bone through her nose, gheeze… I bought a pair of skin-tight
black leather pants and the red bustier and a black blouse perfect
for Kelly’s party.

“No you don’t, not until next Saturday.” We collected the bags
and headed for the other shops. I walked into the first men’s store
I came across, as he smiled and went next door. Damn he was
determined to spend his bloody money. I ran the rails, good job I’d
taken note of his sizes whilst sorting through his
things.

I found a great pair of dark grey trousers with a faint grey
stripe in them, a cool pale grey shirt, and a dark grey almost
black jacket, that looked so nice, grabbing a nice pair of black
leather brogues. I paid for them he looked so miffed when I passed
him my gift. He looked in the bags and smiled, passing me another
bag, a matching sexy silver silk dress, shoes and yet more
underwear. After several more shops for dresses, underwear and
pyjamas I had many more bags in my possession and he and I had a
fair few rows about paying for stuff, he won the war and I stopped
the battle by stopping going in shops, simple if I didn’t shop he
didn’t pay, but he now knew my sizes and shopped anyway. Argh my
boyfriend is a money spending control freak.

“I love my clothes Sam, thank you.” I kissed him through the
mass of bags he had on his lap, too many for the bus back so a taxi
was sought, damn he parts with his money without a second glance. I
seriously need some restraint in dealing with him and his over
spending, his credit card bill must cost him a bloody fortune and
the thought of the amount he spends makes me feel sick.

He assured me the cash was there, after I had a rant at him.
He also said he would not be taking them back they were mine and
paid for so it’s was too late, that on was in another shop for
dresses! Then after I’d walked off in a strop twice, when he handed
me more bags, he finally stopped buying me stuff, wise man. Though
I would have got lost too on the last strop, if he hadn’t chased
after me laughing.

“Do you fancy going out Friday after dance class?” I was still
annoyed, until he kissed me, telling me I was so cute when I was
angry, why couldn’t I stay angry for more than two minutes with
him?

“Yes please, I have dresses I need to wear and stuff to wear
under them.” Pat was in the front room when we got back. I put all
the bags on the front room floor.

“We have had a very busy day, haven’t we?” I was in bitch
mode, if I couldn’t get angry at Sam she was having my rage today,
so best she shuts up!

“I don’t know you were there when we left and your still sat
there now? We have been busy though, spending all Sam’s money on
things lots of things. Sam can you help me up with this lot
please?” He grabbed all the bags.

“I hate her she’s a nosey interfering cow.” I locked the door.
I put my new dresses in the wardrobe Shoes left in their boxes.
Panties and stuff in the drawers, the other bag I put in the drawer
unopened, if mum sees them she will freak and show them dad. Sam’s
things neatly piled in my wardrobe. I looked at Sam and pushed him
back on my bed.

“I want the promised kisses and cuddles I didn’t get
yesterday, please?” He was happy to oblige and pulled me on top of
him, his hands under my dress and running up and down my legs, his
kisses were tender and sweet.

Undoing his shirt and belt I then unzipped his pants. Kissing
his lips, his chin, his neck, his hairy chest to his belly button.
Circling it and searching it out. I kissed his belly, kissing along
the line of hair that led to his very ready erection. Pulling down
his pants, he watched as I freed him. He gasped, licking his lip in
anticipation of the things I was about to do to him. I searched out
the end, playing with it and circling the crown. I ran my tongue,
under its deep edge and as I did he gasped, this most intimate of
actions, making him suddenly bolt up to a sitting position and fist
my hair tightly and as he pushed me down to his base he was too
hard and I gagged as his length went too deep, this was really
doing it for him.

The further I took him the more he groaned, he let out an all
mighty groan as he lay back down, I’m thinking he may have been a
tad loud that time

“Fuck me do that again baby, that was fantastic, yeah, we need
our own place baby, because they may have heard that, I’m sorry but
fuck that was good.” I smiled as I did it again, and he responded
the same way sitting bolt up straight, he loved it as I began
bobbing up and down on his length, he lay back and covered his face
in the pillow, the muffled cries as I pleasured him were great to
hear and wow my sex throbbed as it excited me too.

Pulling back the whole of his now erect penis from my mouth,
he gasped with delight. Being a lot rougher made him respond with
more swear words and appreciative cries for fucking more. He smiled
as he looked down I was worshiping his dick and he loved it I
pushed it to the back of my throat and repeated the deep throat
action he seemed to like, my head bobbing up and down on him. Each
time, taking him out and sticking my tongue in the slit at the end,
doing him like this made him cry out in sheer pleasure, making him
shake. I held the base tightly in-between my thumb and finger
whilst still sucking on him harder and harder, his hands tightened
in my hair. Sheathing it with my teeth and massaging his balls as I
did, feeling them, rubbing them, he held the pillow tighter over
his face, but the noises he made as I pulled my teeth back were
feral and wild.

“Fuck me baby and hard, I’m gonna come and hard baby you and
that fucking mouth. I so want to be with you now, and give you as
much pleasure as your giving me.” He whimpered as my tongue lapped
at his hot crown, he was coming the milky fluid was escaping as I
continued to lap.

The gasping noises coming from his mouth turned me on too,
begging me to finish him quickly. He begged me again to finish him
and I could taste the end getting saltier, until he could hold
himself no more, he shrieked between his teeth. The pillow muffled
the sound of his pleasure, when he let go and shook to a fantastic
climax, the look on his face was priceless as he lay on the bed
empty and totally exhausted, and I did a runner to the
bathroom.

Teeth cleaned and tongue rinsed, this didn’t get any nicer the
more we did it, but the taste was lost when I looked at the smiling
face. I did get a whole lot of satisfaction from seeing that, I’d
never like the taste, but the pleasure he felt more than made up
for that, he looked so sodding happy as he collapsed backwards on
the bed afterwards. I went back to my room and he had redressed and
was now sitting on the edge of the bed grinning.