The Changing Room

Date: 12.10.2008

Keywords: Room, The, Changing,

As I browsed through the racks of dresses, I couldn't help but observe the slim young clerk who flitted about hanging up unwanted items and showing customers to the changing rooms. She had blonde hair in a short bob and a black sweater cut down to the top of her full breasts. Her black skirt came down to mid-thigh, and I wondered what kind of panties she had on underneath it.

I noticed that when someone was in the dressing rooms, she tended to hang around the entrance... probably to deter shoplifting, or maybe she got off on imagining what the person looked like behind the curtains. Either way, I got a naughty thought in my head and decided to have some fun with the girl.

Plucking a skimpy red cocktail dress from the rack, I headed over to the changing rooms and got lucky. The one right in front of the entrance was empty. When I stepped inside, I left the curtain partially open. The gap in the middle was large enough for the clerk to get a nice view of anything I wanted to show off.

I stripped down to my underwear, a sexy white thong and black bra. I never went anywhere without sexy under things. It was an absolute must in my book.

Since the dress was strapless, I reached up and unhooked the front clasp of my bra and tossed it over onto the little square cushioned stool sitting in the corner of the booth. I turned to face the curtains and got the satisfaction of eliciting a gasp of surprise from the clerk. Her face colored red, and she quickly looked away only to slowly turn her face back towards me.

Mischievously, I winked at her and then took the dress from the hanger and pulled it down over my head. The fabric felt wonderful against my skin, and I loved the way it clung to all the curves of my body. I twisted and turned, using the mirrors on the three walls to check out every angle possible. As I twirled around, I could see the clerk watching me.

Knowing she was watching my every move stirred me, and I felt moist warmth between my legs. It was time to kick things up a notch. Not wanting to soil the dress, I pulled it over my head and hung it back up on the provided hook. I grabbed the little seat in the corner and dragged it to the middle of the booth. I wanted her to have the best possible view.

I sat down and leaned back against the mirrored wall. Pulling my legs up, I rested my heels on the corners of the seat and spread my legs wide. The clerk stared at me, her mouth agape as I reached between my legs and pulled the thin strip of material between my lips to the side. My pussy was now exposed to her view, and she unconsciously licked her lips.

Holding my folds open with one hand, I used the other to circle around my clit. She fidgeted from side to side as I rubbed my hard button, sending pulses of pleasure through me. My hips began to rock to and fro as I stroked my clit. Needing more than the fondling of that little bundle of nerves, I moved my other hand and slid a finger inside my pussy.

I moaned softly at the delicious feeling of being penetrated. One just wasn't enough, so I added a second finger. I fucked myself hard as I furiously flicked my clit with my fingertip. The clerk had taken a few steps towards the booth to get a closer view as my fingers sawed in and out of my pussy. She couldn't stand still, and I knew she desperately needed to touch herself. Knowing the affect I was having on her kicked my arousal into high gear, and I panted heavily as the pleasure built inside me.

My back arched against the wall, and I bit my lip to muffle the loud moans as my release exploded within. My pussy pulsed around my fingers, clutching them wetly as the orgasm burst through me. I collapsed back against the wall and let me legs fall to the ground as the spasms faded. Smiling at the clerk, I brought my fingers, coated with my cream, to my mouth and licked them clean.

When I exited the changing room, I slipped a piece of paper into the flushed clerk's hand. If she had really liked what she had seen, maybe she would call me.

I did buy the dress. Every time I put it on, it would remind me of the wicked day inside the changing booth.

Keywords: Room, The, Changing,


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