The Changing Room

The mall is busy for a weekday. Throngs of people meander around us as we make our way through the crowded upper floor. I generally hate crowds, and I usually hate shopping, especially in packed shopping centers. The only thing that makes this experience bearable is that I’m hanging out with you. My fuse for clothes shopping is typically quite short, but today I’m finding a stamina for this activity that I didn’t know I had. We have an important job at hand: buying you the perfect dress for one of your closest friend’s wedding. You know that walking around the mall isn’t really my thing. But watching you try on clothes…well, that’s a whole different story.

Thankfully, this quiet boutique we escape into is nearly empty, save for the lone cashier. I’m starting to feel a little bit of…let’s not call it boredom…but Deja Vous as we get set up for this next bout of fashion parading. Thankfully, it’s calming, even tranquil, in this high-end dress shop. I glance around at the rows of cocktail dresses and gowns as we walk through the display racks. I’m only starting to wonder now, if this will actually end with you finding a dress that you like. Honestly, I’ve loved them all. To watch you get in and out of dresses and see your body transform with every iteration has truly been a sight to behold. I get to admire your shapes and lines with such focus that… Well… you just really turn me on. Perhaps the reason I’m enjoying this shopping expedition so much is that my sense of arousal has been bubbling away the whole time. You ask me what I think about a low-cut, strapless black gown. As soon as I see you hold it up to your body and fling yourself around to look at me with a stunningly sexy stare, I feel my cock jitter with excitement. Again.

Part of the joy for me is that every time you slip a new garment on over your body, I imagine slowly slipping it off you again. Of course, I take a moment to admire you in the dress and contemplate how striking you are going to look at the wedding, but…I’d be lying if I said I had no desire to strip you down to your naked form, right here, in public, in front of all the other shoppers we’ve crossed paths with today. I think the dress is very flattering so I nod in approval. Then I point out another dress that has taken my eye: a slim dark number that would perfectly hug your round breasts and bouncy ass. I’m growing quite confident now, after several hours of this, that I know what you like and I know what fit works for you. You grin and pick the dress up off the rack.

You know, that I know, what works for your lovely body. And the look you give me, says that you find this a turn on. I feel my arousal bubbling a little stronger now too, as you look at me like that. You ask with a twinkle in your eye if there's anything else you’d like me to try on. I recognize that darkly mischievous look you get when we’re in bed together. I tell you that it’s time to take things to a new level, that I’ll take care of the next round of dresses to try on, now that you have explicitly asked for my direction. I tell you to meet me by the fitting rooms, then I make my way further down through the dress-filled racks. I pick no less than five items for you to try on. Each and every dress is more stunning, and revealing, than the last. Oh, man. This is going to be fun.

The fitting room area is deserted when I arrive with items in hand. You stand near the back stall, looking down with interest at the dresses I’m holding. I tell you I’ve picked out a few things I’d like to see you in. You glance suspiciously over your shoulder to check that we are still the only customers in the store. I tell you not to worry about anyone or anything else. Then, I lower myself down into a plush armchair facing the fitting rooms and nod for you to get started.

When you step inside the small room, you leave the thick curtain open just enough for me to see a sliver of your jaw-dropping body through the thin crack. I lean forward and my cock twitches in anticipation of seeing you slip into that first dress. I can just barely see you sliding your pants down and pulling your shirt over your head. God, I love how kissable your breasts are. And the divine way you step out of your panties…it never fails to drive me crazy. My cock keeps growing stiffer in my pants. I glance over my shoulder at the staff member. Then back through the changing room curtain. You slowly expose more and more of your skin, shedding each piece of clothing with a teasing little flick of your wrist. My entire body is buzzing with desire. I hate how powerless I am to appease the warm rush of pleasure drowning me from the inside out. I desperately want to stroke my cock. I want to rub it as I watch you, but I know the painful truth that I can’t. I shove my hands into the pockets of my pants and force myself to remain still. You hold the dress up and give me a nice view of your supple ass as you raise your arms to pull it over your head. I stifle a low groan in the back of my throat. My erection is visible now, tent-poling in my pants as I try to breathe through the unbearable pleasure. God, I want to fuck you so badly

The dress you’re currently sliding on is dark red and noticeably short. Just long enough to be appropriate for a wedding, but revealing enough to make you wonder what’s underneath. I squirm in my seat as I imagine what it’s going to be like to dance with you in that dress. The material pressed up against me. Being able to run my hands along your lower back while we move together. Finally, you emerge. You walk confidently out of the changing room and sashay towards me, swinging your hips back and forth until you’re just inches away from my chair. I marvel at the sight of you and mindlessly adjust my hand so that it covers my visibly erect cock. I motion for you to spin around for me so that I might inspect the way the dress clings to your ass. Very good, I praise you. Let’s see the next one. You bite down on your bottom lip as you back away from me and disappear into the changing room once more. Fuck, I love you. I can tell you’re enjoying this little game. But despite my encouragement for you to continue on, I’m not so confident that my cock can handle you trying on five dresses. I’m already throbbing with need and trying desperately hard to not touch myself here in this dress shop. Can I last any longer? No. I don’t think I can. I can’t resist. I can’t fight this anymore. I have to have you. I have to have you now.

With one hand attempting to cover my erection, I stand up, make my way to the changing room, and pull the curtain back. You greet me with a naughty smile, feigning shock as I join you in the small booth. Your skin is riddled with goosebumps and I hear your breath catch in your throat.

“What are you doing in there?”

You already know the answer. My hands are all over you, sliding down your sides and resting at your lower hips. My erection is throbbing in my pants, begging to be released. Without a word, I press my lips up against yours and guide you backwards a few steps until your back is up against the wall.

You shiver in response to my touch as my tongue finds yours and my fingers graze past your hard nipples beneath the thin fabric of the dress you just modeled for me. I push against you so you can feel what you’ve done to me. To my cock. Your hand slides across my waist. And your fingers skillfully unzip my pants. My clothes fall away, and your hand eagerly finds my hardness. The dress slides up fluidly over your hips, and instantly I can feel your heat, underneath my hand. Your inner thighs squeeze my palm as I cup your mound under that gorgeous dress. Our tongues continue to dance together. I drop down to the floor on my knees, completely forgetting where we are and that anyone could walk in at any time. You slowly lift your leg up onto the bench in the stall and expose yourself to me. The panties on my fingers are damp and smell like your musk. It’s so incredibly hot to know you want me as much as I want you. We need to be quiet. No one can know I’m in here with my face between your thighs. I’m going to suck your pussy right here, babe. Don’t you dare make a sound.

I watch as you cover your mouth with one hand and cup one of your breasts with the other. My tongue slides along your slit so easily thanks to the wet gush of your desire. I inhale deeply and moan when I taste you. When my tongue reaches your clit, you give a small jerk and gasp. I flick my tongue lightly across it and your legs tense and tremble. You like the way my tongue feels stroking your sensitive little clit? You like it when I do this, baby? Your hands clutch at my hair, pulling me closer into the wetness. You can’t help but to release a long muffled moan of pleasure. I can feel your inner muscles clenching with need. I lap up your juices and spread them across your labia. Fuck, I love the way you taste, baby…I lick you faster and faster, flicking the tip of my tongue up against your clit again and again and again. How does that feel? How does it feel to have my tongue teasing apart your dripping wet slit?

You want me to fuck you with my mouth? You want me to eat your pussy and make you cum right here? You grab me by the back of the head and thrust my lips into your flinching pussy. My mouth is being guided to pinpoint your needy areas with precision. Your swollen clit vibrates in my mouth and your cries get higher and higher pitched. Your body is trembling. You’re going to cum, aren’t you? I feel your silky pussy lips quiver as they smear over my mouth and tongue. Your knees begin to buckle, so I support your wet ass and you relax into me. I flick my tongue rapidly along your clit and all your muscles tighten up around my face. Your thighs dig into my neck. Your fingers pull my hair. Your hips buck back and forth. Your pussy slides in and around my lips.

Cum all over my mouth, baby. Let it all out into my face. Let me eat your orgasm right here in this changing room. I feel your anus tighten around my finger. Then your whole body goes stiff, and you jitter with little fits of ecstasy into my mouth. I look up at you from below your swollen mound, and I’m struck with awe at your beauty, your sexual energy, your power. You taste amazing. I open my mouth to cover your entire pussy and hold it firmly in place. You flinch and buckle as your orgasm ripples around my entire head. I feel your ecstasy.

Oh, no. We both stifle a laugh. The lone employee seems to have heard us. I quickly tuck myself back in and zip myself up while you yank your clothes back on. I can’t help but to pull you in for one more deep, passionate kiss.

I can still smell your scent all over my face as we stumble out of the fitting room and make our way up to the cashier. I think we found the perfect dress.