I walk through the crowded polished floors at the megamall,
eyes flickering about at the gaudy window dressing in the latest fashion
houses. Gaggles of vacuous teens clinging to mobiles wander past, fake tans
glowing an unhealthy orange under the fluorescent lighting, skirts fluttering
high against their legs. I ignore them, although the flash of white panties as
they scurry by does ignite the beginnings. I am walking with my friend Beth,
who is shopping for a new outfit for a date she has in a few days time. She and
I used to be a thing, and she likes to take me along when she shops for
something sexy - I think the teasing gets her off, lets me know what I'm
missing out on. I don't mind - it gives me an excuse to go into womens clothing
shops and not seem out of place.
In the second shop we walk into, we are greeted by an
assistant. Shoulder length dark brown hair tied back at her neck, thin, wearing
a dark grey pant suit white a marone top and with an engaging smile says hello,
and asks if she can be of any assistance. I leave Beth to talk to her and
wander around the store and spy the second assistant. She is more well
proportioned, the flesh of her body constrained by the figure hugging knee
length olive green dress. It has no sleeves and shows the delicate, pale skin
of her shoulders and slender arms. When she walks, I can see the muscles in her
buttocks contracting with each step, the slight bounce of her breasts, the
barely visible bump of her tummy. Her long blonde hair flies behind her as she
rushes around the store, bringing clothing to waiting customers. I am entranced
by the display of body so complete yet so hidden.
She sees me and smiles sympathetically – she has seen my
kind before. The husband, the boyfriend, the whatever male person, seeming stuck
in a store with nothing to do while my friend shops. I sit down and watch the
bustle as Beth tries on a few new tops. Between each change my eyes are glued
to the second shop assistant. She walks back and forth in front of me. Now she
is standing right next to me, folding dresses. The scent of her perfume drifts
into my nose. She bends over in front of me, giving me a full, close up view of
her backside. Her skirt rides up a little, revealing the back of her thighs.
The dress pushes in against the outline of her g-string. I now feel my desire
growing, the throbbing need inside my pants.
Beth steps out of the booth and I move to where she is,
brushing past the assistant, seemingly contacting her buttock by accident.
Beth’s top is low cut, showing off her ample cleavage, yet all I can think
about is the assistant. Beth pouts and retreats into the change room. The
assistant comes down to the changing area with another dress. She asks me if I
think the dress looks nice, and I respond that I’d have to see it on to tell.
She smiles, takes me by the hand and leads me into the next empty cubicle,
closing the door behind us.
The cubicle is a typical changing room, with mirrors at
several angles to allow full viewing, and a bench seat on one wall. She hangs
the dress on the hanger of the door. She turns around, facing away from me,
pulling her long blonde hair to one side and motions for me to unzip her dress.
I take a deep breath, her perfume stronger now my nose is at her neck as I
slowly unzip her dress. I push the shoulder straps off and the dress falls to
the ground. She stands there in a little black g-string and strapless bra,
looking shyly back over her shoulder, seeking my approval. I look down at the
curve of her hips, her protruding backside divided neatly by the lace of the
gstring. I run my hands along her narrow waist, feeling the warmth of the
flesh, the softness of the skin.
She steps out of the dress backwards, pushing her exposed
flesh into my now prominent bulge in my pants. She sucks her breath in with
excitement as she feels my desire, and she hears my breath quicken. Her hands
are exploring, finding my belt buckle, my fly. She turns around and looks into
my eyes. She doesn’t break contact as she grabs my pants and underwear in one
and pulls down. My erect penis bounces, free to express its desire for the
vision of womanliness in front of me. It jumps as she takes it in her hand,
shudders as she slowly strokes it back and forth, expands in anticipation as
she grips the base firmly. My cock is harder that it has ever been, waiting to
penetrate her flesh.
With her other hand, she pulls down her g-string. Her mound
has a cropped triangle of hair disappearing down between her legs. With one
final stroke, she lets go of my cock and pushes me back onto the changing seat.
Planting one knee on either side of me, she leans in and kisses me with
feverish hunger. I kiss her back, my hands caressing the curves of her ass,
then travelling up her back to her bra. With a little fumbling, it comes away
and falls to the floor, forgotten. I caress her breasts, feeling her nipples
pop as I run my finger in circles around them. I cup their fullness in both
hands, bringing them to my hungry mouth and suckling each one in turn.
My hands go back to her hips and pull her against me, my
penis against the outside of her flesh. Her pussy rubs against me and I can
feel the wetness oozing out of her. Our lips are locked, our tongues fighting
for position, her hips grinding back and forth along me, spreading her wetness.
She is making little moaning noises as she moves back and forth.
I change my sitting position slightly and the next downward
thrust of her hips finds my penis inside of her. Her eyes open wide as she
stops for a moment to enjoy the feeling of complete, deep penetration. My
desire cannot wait, and I move my hands back to her hips and start her moving
again. I can see the sweat forming on her brow and between her breasts. I can
feel it running down her back and between her butt. I trace the path of the
sweat with my finger until I find her anus, and give it a little push. She
shudders in pleasure, but only wants the tip, no deeper.
She stands up and motions for me to do the same. She faces
the seat and puts her left leg up on it, then reaches around with her left hand
to pull her ass apart to show her pussy. It is slick and open, waiting for me
to push back into her. She is looking at me expectantly. The smell of her
perfume combined with the smell of her sex is intoxicating. I enter her slowly,
feeling every centimetre of her flesh parting to me, until I am as deep as I
can go. I push a little harder, compressing her flesh but that extra depth
makes her gasp. I then start to withdraw just as slowly, her flesh trying to
grip and hold on to my penis, quivering as it closes in after it. She whimpers
as it finally leaves her.
Again I push back in, only a little faster, still slow
enough to distinguish each moment of pleasure, each gasp of ecstasy. When I
push harder at the end, she starts quivering all over, and I know she is close
to orgasm. I hold her against me so she cannot move and gain her pleasure. I
don’t move a muscle for a full minute while she moans and shakes, but not
enough and I know she hasn’t come yet. I am deep inside her and my cock is
throbbing – the site of her on the edge of orgasm as brought me to the plateau.
I wait for her breathing to slow just a bit, then I start again, timing my
strokes to her breath. She pants and pulls my hips, driving me deeper into her.
The breathing and thrusts quicken as the sweat pours down her back. We take our
pleasure together as I release deep inside her, my penis expanding and
contracting with each pulse of the orgasm. We pant together, bodies joined at
the hips, the evidence of our actions slowly dripping down the inside of her
thigh. We use the dress hanging on the door to clean up. We dress, exit the
changing room and go our separate ways as though nothing happened.
Beth is at the front counter paying for her new clothes. She
looks at me and smiles.
