Chapter 3 - A Day at The Mall

Chapter 3:

It was a blustery spring day in town and Lena and I were making our way down to the Watch-town Mall. About a year and a half had past now since Watchcon and after being seen together on more than one occasion people were starting to pick up on the fact that Lena and I were an item. At first it was awkward. Going to dinner and getting stares, going for walks in the park, people snapping photos of us as we went by, and of course there was the occasional jeering about the Watchcon incident. To my surprise most folks didn't really hold onto that like I thought they would. I guess with their busy lives they didn't have time to hold onto something that happened over a year ago. Even with all the clout surrounding our relationship, I didn't care. I was with Lena Oxton. Tracer... the Love of my life. Lena was wearing her iconic uniform, chronal chest brace in place, as we weren't in the safety of our apartment and she could easily slip into chronal displacement without it. Her wool jacket kept her nice and warm as we made our way through the square. This had me wishing I had dressed more appropriately as I shivered in the same Superboy hoodie I wore on that faithful day. Noticing the sound of my teeth starting to chatter Lena turned to me.
“I can carry you there faster if you'd like luv.”
Now Tracer had chrono-shifted me before but it really isn't as much fun as you'd think. She had been doing it for so long now that her body had gotten used to warping in and out of the time stream. Me on the other hand... well I threw up after the first jump, feeling like I had just gotten off of a centrifuge.
“Ah, you know what sweetheart, I think I'm good walking.” I was trying to hide the fact that I wasn't up for another back to the future experience.
“Oh pishaw, I'll have us there in a jiff.” she lifted me off the ground.
“No no no, wait wait!”
I felt the world shift around me... once... twice... three times before Tracer gently placed me down in-front of the mall doors. Dizzy, I staggered inside, trying to hold down the eggs and bacon I had that morning for breakfast. The mall was chalk full of people, more so than usual as folks dashed passed us, some shooting us glances, other stopping to ask Tracer for her autograph.
“What's going on here today?”
Tracer said grinning at a fellow who had been standing next to us.
The man turned, pausing for a second as he tried to grasp the fact that THE Tracer was talking to him... “Uh, well ma’am, Winston and Torbjörn are down in the food court having a hotdog eating contest. Also I think Symmet-”
Before he could finish and before I could properly thank the gentleman for the info, Lena grabbed my hand and started running.
“Now this is some tom-foolery I've got to see.”
The food court was packed with people of all ages and everyone was gathered around in a circle as Winston and Torbjörn sat at a table in the middle. There was a mountain of hotdogs in front of each contestant as I spotted Symmetra off to the side. She was holding a large glowing blue stop clock construct she had made. The whole thing was apparently set up as a charity event for the children's hospital. Lena and I had been screwing like rabbits so much that we must have missed the notice. I guess now it made sense how they coaxed Winston into agreeing to something like this, but Torbjörn... I'm pretty sure he just does stuff like this on a regular basis for fun of it. The contest was to see who could eat the most in 3-minutes. Just then, Winston noticed Tracer standing in the crowd.
“Lena! I didn't know you were here. Come over and join us.”
Before I could blink, Tracer chrono-shifted next to Winston.
“Wish me luck.” he smiled.
“Always luv” she smiled back, leaned over and kissing him on the cheek.
Torbjörn chuckled. “He's going to need it deary!”
Symmetra interjected. “Contestants... on your mark... ready?... GO!”
It was too funny to watch as Torbjörn basically face-planted into the mountain of dogs, while Winston casually pulled out a set of utensils and began to slowly but surely cut apart and eat each hotdog with the manners befitting a proper gentleman. 3 minutes flew by as people cheered the two on. Finally Symmetra called: “TIME!”
With an eyebrow raised, she looked at Winston's platter which had most of the hotdogs still on it, then over at Torbjörn who had bits of meat strewn everywhere, decorating his face and beard.
“Ooookay... I guess we have a clear winner. Torbjörn!” Symmetra held his arm up in victory as everyone cheered.
Winston turned smiling at Tracer, who was still by his side. “It was for the kids.” he handed her one of the hotdogs without the bun. “They are actually quite tasty if I do say so myself.”
I wanted to say something but Winston couldn't have known. Like a true closet slut, Lena couldn't put anything with THAT shape in her mouth without getting turned on. She took the dog from him and placed it in her mouth but didn't bite down. Pushing it in and out of her mouth a few times for a brief moment before throwing the dog aside in the nearest trash can, which caused two Tracer nerds who were standing next to it to get into a scuffle, both trying to retrieve something that had touched her lips.
“It's alright but I'm watching my weight luv.” (you wouldn't think so with how much she's been guzzling down my cu-)
Torbjörn piped up “I told you the ape couldn't handle it!”
Winston, shot him a stern look. “I'll have you know I come from a proud line of silver backs”
“Well you eat a hot dog like a sissay.”
“Excuse me!?”
The two started to squabble as Symmetra tried to break them up and mall security arrived for the nerds who were now wrestling on the floor like two hobos fighting over a sandwich. Amidst the confusion I felt a hand grab me and begin dragging me out of the crowd. Lena had that look in her eye, like a fiend for nicotine, she wanted dick... and she wanted it NOW! We were able to slink away from the crowd unnoticed as everyone was too fixated on Winston who was holding Torbjörn back with a single hand and giving him a lecture on prime-ape genealogy while Torbjörn was turning red from frantically trying to swing at him but only succeeding in beating up the air. Lena found us an empty stall in the men's bathroom as she shoved me inside locking the door behind her.
“Ya know, I think there's one dog that hasn't gotten eaten yet, and it's all for Lena.” she tugged at my jeans, undoing the button and zipper.
Then greedily whipping out my member she took me into her mouth. I could feel her tongue lashing at the hood of my dick as I let out a loud moan I hoped no one had heard. She was squatting down in front of me in such a way that I could see her bulbous ass poking out. That jumpsuit was doing it's job by hugging her every curve, I could clearly make out the line that ran down and accentuated the crack of her ass. In a New York minute I was harder than steel. Lena's mouth felt like a hoover vacuum designed by God himself. Her head bobbed back and forth on my dick as I could feel her beginning to salivate more and more with every stroke.

I reached down and removed her goggles, not only because they were beginning to fog up but because they were getting in the way of progress. Lena pulled me out of her mouth, but used one hand to continue to jerk me off.
“Oye luv? Ya think maybe you could keep it down, mummy is trying to eat her snack.” I didn't realize it but my moans of pleasure had caught the attention of two guys who were standing outside the bathroom door and had now entered to investigate the strange sound. I clenched my teeth and tried my best not to make a peep as Lena kept jerking me now more vigorously than before. I could see the two men through a crack in the stall with puzzled looks on their faces. I looked down again to see Lena now performing a sword swallowing act as she deep throated my cock while looking up at me with the most innocent and wanting look in her eyes, as if to say: more daddy please, please shove it all the way down this tight little British whore's throat. She pulled me out only to spit up a wad of saliva across my shaft before downing the entire thing again, this time flicking her tongue at my dangling balls while her upper lip meet my stomach.
FUCK
Does this girl even have a gag reflex!? I placed one head on the back of her head while holding her down on my dick as I could feel myself twitching in her throat. She didn't seem to mind though as I could just make out a cute little grin on her face even though she had tears running down her cheeks. I began pumping her mouth on me over and over, only giving her small brakes in between for air. I hadn't noticed but this was turning her on so much that she had reached her free hand down and was vigorously playing with her pussy. She was so fucking horny and wet at this point that she had soaked straight through her jumpsuit as several drops of her love juice sprinkled the floor. The gagging noises she was making on my cock were a bit too loud though as the one of the men stopped and tried to listen...
“Shhh! Did you hear that Tom?”
“Look man, we've got to get back. Symmetra said she was going to be doing some geometric shapes with her constructs and I'd like to see that if you don't mind.”
Still confused at the sounds of Tracer downing my entire length and loving every inch of it as she went along, the two men reluctantly exited the bathroom. It's a good thing too, because I was just about ready to nut and Lena was looking awfully hungry for it. Her ass bounced up and down, jiggling just a bit in her jumpsuit as she stroked my cock in her mouth. I couldn't take it any more. I suddenly pushed her off, holding her head in place with one hand while I jerked my dick over her open waiting mouth with the other. Her tongue stuck all the out past her bottom lip as she clenched her hands together and panted heavily in anticipation.
“Yes luv, feed me your yummy spunk! Feed me your load like the dirty little cum slut I am!”
I let out a loud moan as I came for her. Long streams of jizz painted Lena's face, getting caught in her hair and in her mouth. Cum dripped down her chin and onto her perky breasts, staining her jumpsuit but I wasn't done yet. I quickly grabbed her head with both hands and jammed my dick straight down her waiting throat. I could feel my cock jerking widely in her neck, shooting blast after blast as I emptied the other half of my frosty glaze directly into her tummy. All the while she looked up at me with the most innocent expression on her face that only made me cum harder for her. Tracer whimpered while desperately drinking down my load as I could hear her squirting her cum all over the floor, the sloshing sounds of her soaked-through panties was only complimented by her sopping wet pussy.
I slumped back against the stall, hitting the floor and breathing heavily, as did she. Who knew my little time vixen was such a voyeur. We sat there for a minute, both of us catching our breathe. After regaining her composure Lena giggled.
“So luv, now that we've spent half the day fucking (as if that was out of the ordinary for us), ya think maybe we can do some shoppin?”
I nodded in agreement, still feeling a bit winded.
Even though there weren't any sales running that day, I couldn't help but feel as though I had gotten WAY more than I had bargained for.