The Dressing Room

You have agreed to help me shop for a new dress to wear to a friend's wedding. I also need a new pair of jeans. You sit in an armchair outside the fitting room as I take in a couple of different dresses and a pair of jeans. We seem to be the only ones there at that particular time of day. The dressing room is quite large. It has a bench as well as two full-length mirrors: one on the door and the other on the back wall so that you can see the clothing from the front and the back.

In the change room, I hang the clothes on the hooks and quickly get out of my shorts and t-shirt. I slip into the first dress. It's peach-coloured with short sleeves and falls just below my knees. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I’m not sure whether I like the dress or not so I unlock the door and walk out to get your opinion.

"What do you think?" I ask as I turn around.

"It's nice but it's not you," you say. I look in the mirror and see that you're right. It's too old and ultraconservative. I head back into the dressing room and change out of it and into a green knee-length dress. The dress is a sleeveless A-line with a matching jacket.

“What about this one?” I ask.

“It’s definitely not you,” you tell me. “You’re 29 and going to a wedding, not 45 and attending a business function.”

I return to the dressing room and change out of the green dress. The next dress I put on is a little more daring...definitely something I'm not used to and don't really think I'd buy but I think it might be fun to try it on anyway. I put the dress on and walk out to you.

"Well?" I say, turning around. I'm wearing a navy blue halter-style dress. The halter-top style accentuates my full breasts and leaves my back bare down to my waist. The flowing skirt ends a couple of inches above my knees. I’m nervous as I await your reaction.

"Holy shit," you say. My face flushes under your intense gaze. I fight the urge to look away.

"I take it you like it?" I ask, trying to be flip about it.

"Definitely," you answer. "That is the perfect dress for you."

"I don't think so," I say. "I feel so exposed."

"Trust me, it's the right kind of exposed," you reply. You stand up and approach me. You put your arms around me and pull me closer to you. Instinctively I place my arms around your neck. Your hands rest on my hips.

“Imagine you’re dancing at the wedding reception with your date. This is the dress you’re wearing. He pulls you close to him and your breasts touch his chest, the friction of the fabric against them making your nipples harden,” you say, pulling me even closer to you so that my breasts are touching your chest.

“Greg, what are you doing?” I ask, blushing as I feel heat begin to consume my body. “We’re in public!”

“Relax, Jayne. Nobody’s watching,” you say. “You’re dancing to a slow sensual song with your date at the wedding reception. This is the perfect dress to wear for that occasion. The fabric feels so good against your bare skin, doesn’t it?” I nod, unable to deny the fact that the material feels amazing against my braless breasts. “It’s a great dress for your date too. It allows him to lower his head and place a kiss on your shoulder.” I gasp in pleasure as your lips touch the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder. “His hands can caress your back, teasing you. Hinting at how he wants to touch you when you’re alone.” Your hands move over my back gently and when you reach my neck, you thread your fingers into my hair and bring your mouth down to capture mine.

“Is everything all right back here?” The question from the chipper-sounding salesclerk reminds us of where we are and we break our kiss.

“Everything’s fine,” I say, blushing with embarrassment.

“Good,” she says. “Just holler if you need anything.” She shows a customer into the fitting room next to mine.

I thank her as she walks away. “Okay,” I say reluctantly pulling away from you. “I’ll buy the dress.” I head back into the change room and take off the dress. I hang it back on the hanger and decide to try on a black lounge set that I’d picked up when you weren’t looking. I slide the silk pants on and then don the silk and lace top. I’ve already decided that I’m buying this outfit but I want to see your reaction to it.

“Greg, what do you think of this outfit?” I ask, stepping out of the fitting room. I see your eyes darken with passion as you take in the sight of my top with its low-cut neckline and the almost-sheer lace cups that barely conceal my full breasts and hard nipples.

“It looks amazing on you,” you say. I see the slight bulge in your pants and I smile as I realize that the outfit has had the desired effect on you. “You are planning on buying that one, right?” I nod, already knowing when I’m going to wear it.

“I’m going to go try on the jeans now,” I say, going back to the fitting room. I put on the pair of jeans and a white camisole-type tank top. I decide that I like the way the jeans hug my ass and hips but I return to you so you can give me your opinion.
"Do these jeans make my ass look big?" I joke. You reach out and playfully slap my ass.

"Nope," you say smiling. "It’s just right." I laugh and head back to change one last time. I take the camisole off and hang it back on the hanger. I undo the button on the jeans and am about to unzip them when there’s a knock on the dressing room door.

“Who is it?” I ask although I’m fairly certain that it’s you knocking.

“It’s me,” you say. I unlock the door and open it a bit.

“What’s up?” I ask. You slip into the cubicle and lock the door. "Greg! What are you doing?"

“Making a fantasy reality,” you say. My heart skips a beat as you turn me around so that we’re both facing the mirror on the back wall of the dressing room. “I want to fuck you right here, right now.”

You watch me shiver with desire at your words. Our eyes meet in the mirror and I reach for the zipper on my jeans. You still my hands. “Let me,” you say. Your hands replace mine on the zipper tab and you start to ease it down. You grab hold of the waistband of my jeans as you pull the zipper down. As you unzip my jeans, you pull the fabric a bit, causing it and my panties to rub against my sensitive pussy. A soft moan escapes my throat. Heat and moisture build between my legs. I can feel your cock against my ass. I wiggle back against you, causing you to pull me closer to you.

You pull the zipper all the way down and part the fabric. You slide the jeans down over my hips and I help you draw them down my legs. I step out of them and kick them to the side, leaving me clad in only my white cotton panties and matching bra.
I take hold of one of your hands and place it on my stomach. I slide it down and we watch as I guide it beneath the waistband of my panties. You put your other arm around my waist.

"Spread your legs, Jayne," you say. I do as you say and you slip your hand even lower. You begin to rub my pussy beneath my panties. Your hand feels so good there.

"Mmmm," I say as you occasionally slip between my slick folds. "Oh God," I whisper as you push two fingers into my wet heat. You push your fingers further into me as you grind your cock against my ass.

"Pull your panties down," you whisper in my ear. I quickly pull my panties down, revealing your hand on my bare pussy to our gaze in the mirror. I reach up and quickly remove my bra. As you fuck my pussy with your fingers, I play with my breasts.

"Oh yes," I whisper. "I'm going to cum, Greg." You begin to nibble on my earlobe as your thumb rubs my clit. I bite my lip to muffle my cry as I cum. As I calm down, I reach behind me and undo your belt and jeans. I reach into your jeans and free your hard cock. I slide my hand up and down it a few times, twisting my hand occasionally. I hear you moan as I spread your precum over your cock.

"Your hand feels so good on my cock, Jayne," you say as I rub the head, gently squeezing your cock and making more precum ooze out. I lean forward and guide your cock to my pussy.

"Fuck me, Greg," I say as I rub your cock along my slit. Needing no further encouragement, you enter me in one powerful thrust. "Oh yes!" We watch in the mirror as you fuck me from behind. There's something extremely erotic watching your cock emerge and disappear into my wet pussy.

"You like the feel of my cock in your pussy, don't you Jayne?" you ask as you slide in and out of me.

"Mmmm, oh yes," I say, thrusting my hips back to meet your strokes. "Just as much as you like the feel of my pussy surrounding your cock."

You lean forward a bit, causing your cock to go deeper into my pussy. I cry out as a powerful orgasm rocks me.

Suddenly there’s a knock on the dressing room door. “Miss? Are you all right?” the muffled sound of a concerned salesclerk’s voice barely registers with us.

“I’m fine, thank you,” I say as you reach around me and grab my breasts. You squeeze them and play with them roughly as you fuck me hard and fast. Suddenly you pull out of me, causing me to whimper at the loss.

“Are you sure?” the saleslady asks. You turn me around to face you. Your hands grab my ass as I put my arms around your neck. You back me up against the wall and lift me up. Slowly you lower me onto your rock hard cock. As I take all of you into my hot wet core, I assure the woman that I’m fine. We hear her walking away and you begin to thrust up into me. I wrap my legs around your hips and pull you closer, trying to take you even deeper.

"I'm going to cum inside your pretty pussy, Jayne," you tell me.

"Oh yes, fill my pussy with your cum, Greg," I say as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"I need to cum," you tell me.

"Cum inside me, Greg," I say.

"Mmmmm, JAYNE!" Your voice is a strangled cry as you thrust one more time into me, filling me with your hot sperm.

"GREG!" I cry out as my orgasm hits me hard. You hold me close as you slip from my body. My knees are like jelly and I know that if it wasn’t for your arms around me, I’d be on the floor. Our lips meet in a deep, wet kiss. We part from our kiss, breathless and we begin to get dressed. . You are about to pull up your jeans when I stop you.

"What are you doing?" you ask as I kneel in front of you.

"Cleaning up our mess," I say, surprising both of us. I begin to lick your cock before taking it into my mouth. I suck and lick it until the only moisture left on it is from my mouth. I slide you out of my mouth and stand up. You fasten your jeans as I reach for my bra and put it back on. I put my shorts and t-shirt back on and begin to gather the clothes that I'd brought in to the room with me.

You slip out of the change room ahead of me and wait for me by the armchair. I hang the garments that I'm not taking, including the jeans, on the rack and carry the dress, loungewear and camisole out to the cash. You take my hand as we walk to the cash. There are several people in the store now and some of them look at us with curiosity. The saleslady at the cash register looks from me to you and smiles knowingly. I look at you and blush as I realize that most of the people in the store heard us enjoying one another. I thank the woman as she hands me my bag and we leave the store, extremely satisfied.