0 comments/ 51145 views/ 3 favorites Dressing Room By: TiaRose My name is TiaRose and I'd like to share with you some of my sexual experiences both fantasy and reality. I am a 25 year old part-time student, I also work part-time in a Doctor's office. I have long brown hair and big brown eyes and I've been told a very nice smile. I enjoy working out and I have long lean legs. I am 5'7 130 lbs-36B 26 36. My first story happened when I was 19. My lover and I were always so hot and horny, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. One afternoon I talked him into going shopping with me at a local department store. He sat bored while I tried clothes on and modeled for him. One outfit peeked his interest-a short little skirt and a silky blouse-he could see I had removed my bra and my nipples were strained against the soft fabric. I grinned at him and turned and headed for the dressing room. Before I knew it, he slipped into the dressing room and he grinned at me. I could tell by the look in his eye what he wanted-what we both wanted. Licking my lips I stared into his eyes as he walked towards me-we meet in an explosive kiss.! Our tongues danced, as his hands found my soft breasts and he began kneading them. We heard a customer walk by and I giggled-he shushed me- by darting his tongue down my throat. I could feel myself growing damp and I was so hot for him as we kissed. His hands lifted up my blouse and his bare hands teased my hard nipples, I was moaning into his mouth, mmmm ohhh-leaning into the wall-my hands fumbled for his hardness-I moaned as I felt it growing harder and harder. I unbuttoned his jeans and reached in and found his hardness-mmm he was hot and sooo hard. His hands lifted up my skirt, pushed my panties to the side, he found how damp I was-soaking his fingers-I let out a squeal as he thumbed my clit-he covered my mouth with his other hand. We heard another customer walk-by talking-somehow the excitement of almost getting caught was a big turn-on. My hands massaged his member-still kissing-I was pressed against the wall-struggling to keep quiet. His expert fingers teasing my! swollen clit. Leaving my mouth, he lowered his face to my cleavage and kissed my nipples-arching my back-closing my eyes-mmmm ohhhhh. He backed himself over to the small seat in the dressing room corner and sat down. His dick standing straight out-I felt myself flush with hotness as I looked at him, wanting to taste him. My mouth quickly found his throbbing hardness and with my greedy wet mouth, I engulfed his every inch. Leaning his head back closing his eyes-his hands rubbing my hair-as I let my mouth work the magic. Teasing his head with my tongue-swirling my tongue around and around. Mmmm he tasted good-I knew I had to feel him inside me now! Standing up, I lowered my soaked panties down and swung my leg over him. Rubbing his dick against my pussy-letting my juices make him all shiny. Holding onto his base I lowered myself onto him-ohhhh yeaaaahhhhhhh I sat there for a minute and felt him fill me up-slowly I started to piston my ass up and down. He was grabbing my ass! pulling me up to him-burying my face in his neck I moaned as I rammed myself on his hard hot dick. His feet placed firmly on the ground he raised up to meet my every thrust. I was so close to the edge-I could feel my pussy starting to pulse-grabbing his shoulders and burying my face in his chest-I came intensely-my entire body shook. I heard him groan as he pummeled into me with his upward stroke and I felt his body tense-I felt his hot load erupting inside me-uhhhhh. Collapsing onto his chest-I let out a loud sigh and I said "damn!" He laughed and said damn is right-I really like shopping with you! We quickly got dressed, I smoothed my hair as best I could and I walked out-he followed me in a couple minutes. As we left the store I could see a male clerk snickering. Hmmm did he know? ;> Dressing Room Excited about the invitation to her good friends wedding Linda sets out for a shopping trip. Knowing nothing in her wardrobe will be suitable for such a lavish affair she heads straight to her favorite department store which has a wonderful array of formal dresses and suits. Arriving in the department store Linda is surprised by the number of people shopping today but never the less she begins browsing the racks of beautiful dresses. She very quickly selects a wonderful garnet red silk dress that catches her eye. There is only the one of its type & it happens to be her size that seems an omen she thinks to herself. She makes a mad dash to the dressing rooms to be greeted by a very long line up of women. The lady attendant on the dressing room announces they have arranged to open the men’s dressing rooms for those ladies in a hurry. Linda not embarrassed about using the men’s facilities and wanting so much to see how the dress looks heads straight for the men’s dressing room. No line up here she smiles at the handsome young man on duty at the men’s dressing room & takes the back stall. She removes her suit jacket first & then her skirt drops to the floor she cant get her clothing off quickly enough for her liking, finally she is wearing only a bra, as Linda often wears no underwear and today is no exception. She undoes the zip on the back of garnet silk dress & slips it over her head as she does so she hears the dressing room curtain being pulled back & before she is able to speak a man's hands wraps the dress over her head & around her face so she is unable to see. At first Linda wants to scream but is intrigued by what is happening & she doesn’t. She then feels this strangers lips on her inner thighs & he begins kissing his way up her stomach to her large firm breasts, he cups her breasts with his hands & teases her nipples which are hardening as he does so. Linda’s heart is racing & her breathing has increased & becomes so loud she is intensely aware of every breath. He takes her nipples between his teeth & gently nibbles them, Linda so loves her breasts receiving attention, she now becomes very aware of how moist she is as she feels a trickle of pre cum dribbling down her inner thighs. Her scent seems to intoxicate her male stranger & he makes his way down to the source of her sweet odour. He teases her love box licking her outer lips & inner thighs first, then with the stiffened tip of his tongue he finds his way into her oozing slit & to her love button. He teases it flicking it gently with his tongue, Linda moaning in pleasure thrusting her pelvis forcefully in his direction wanting him to devour her glistening wet pussy. He sucks on her outer lips and allows his tongue to trace its way from her clit to her arse and slowly back again, he envelops her love button in his warm moist mouth & begins sucking at the same time his fingers begin playing in her wetness & one slips inside her wanting tight cunt. Linda lets out a shrill, letting this man know he is close to being covered in her cum which she hopes he enjoys drinking. She begins rhythmically thrusting into his face & he inserts a second finger pumping them in and out more & more quickly and curling them up massaging her g spot, he does so with the skill of a professional and Linda cannot hold back any longer she lets out a scream of ecstasy as she squirts her intoxicating love juices all over this strangers face. He laps up her sweetness, savouring every last drop of her wonderful cum. He then rises & lifts the garnet frock up slightly revealing only Lindas lips, they kiss sharing her fabulous flavoursome juices. The kiss is passionate. Linda now hungry to have this strangers bulging hard cock inside her, whispers for him to undress. The strangers obliges with a smile he holds Linda’s hand & places it on his throbbing hard dick. Linda gasps he is huge, and thick, and she cannot wait to feel his erect manhood entering her. She can feel precum on the tip and so wants to taste him, she tells him she needs to and he responds "yes please do " She drops to her knees with his hard cock still in her hand & he holds her head guiding her to his stiff dick. She licks the pre cum and is delighted by his taste & aroma, she then teases his cock licking his shaft like a huge lollypop. Linda sucks his balls one at time enveloping them in her sweet moist mouth and rolls her tongue gently over them. She then licks her way to his arse and probes his anus, she teasingly inserts her stiffened tongue as he lets out a moan and hold his butt cheeks open so she can tongue fuck his arse. As he is visibly more excited she continues and starts stroking his huge pre cum soaked cock, she can feel him approaching climax so she changes pace and moves back to licking his balls & flicking her tongue over them until she reaches his bulging erect man muscle. Again she begins licking while stroking with her hand and she starts flicking her tongue over the huge mushroom like head circling her tongue around it, Linda so loves giving fellatio, its an art she is quite practiced at. Without warning she takes the head of his cock in her mouth & vacuum sucks him deeply now deep throating all of his huge member. She gags as he hits the back of her throat, she had never sucked such a huge cock before & was so enjoying it. She continued vacuum sucking while pulling back she would use her tongue to flick his head & circle around it, the stranger was moaning loudly now & she could feel his head swelling & throbbing so close now to orgasm, she so wanted to swallow his salty cum but decided to pull him out of her mouth & squeeze his cock head, giving herself more time to play with this him. She then stood up with his throbbing now extremely wet saliva soaked dick in her hand, Linda moved against him lifting her leg he grabbed her right leg & maneuvered her sopping wet cunt to his hard throbbing prick. He nuzzled the huge swollen purple head to her tight entrance & with one thrust he was deep inside her tight little cunt. Linda groaned as he filled her pussy so fully & they thrust together like two wild animals. Their lips met & their tongues devoured each other as they continued to thrust. He pulled out of Linda to her amazement & grabbed her turning her around & bending her over, he then nuzzled his enormous member once again to her lovenest entrance which was wanting him desperately he grabbed her hips & pumped his hard cock as she covered him in her sweet cum again. He was close to coming but wanted to feel her tight arse around his cock. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her cum, and he placed it at her anus, she whispered "yes fuck my ass, please baby " with that he gently pushed the large throbbing head in & he was being ever so gentle but Linda was overwhelmed by her incredible overpowering arousal & pushed her arse back against him taking his full length into her arse, he thrust several times into her hot sweet tight arse & knew he couldn’t hold back much longer he moaned "I’m gunna cum!" Linda groaned, "In my mouth, please!" He pulled out of her arse & as he did she quickly spun around to feel his cock as she brought him to her face he exploded shooting a huge load of white creamy cum all over her beautiful face & somehow managed to get a good mouthful into her hungry mouth which made her very happy, she had forgotten about the lovely garnet dress though, which now was covered in his wonderful creamy cum also. It was time now to take the dress off her head the stranger helped her & as their eyes met she gasped in shock as it was the handsome young dressing room attendant, they smiled at each other & she thanked him. "I’m going to use this dressing room more often, I think!" were Linda’s last words as he dressed & went back to work quite satisfied. Dressing Room Like a lot of women, often when I feel especially frustrated or ill at ease about something I try to get it out of my system by going shopping. So I suppose the constant rounds of shopping I was engaging in recently must have been linked to an even greater sense of frustration than usual. By now I had completely given up on my attempts to revive my husband's utterly deadened interest in any kind of intimacy with me. At this point, even if he suddenly awakened from his numb slumber, and wanted me again, I don't think I'd have him. I had crossed a line and now was seriously thinking about leaving him and eventually filing for divorce. I was young. I was full of zest and energy. I knew I had a lot to offer men. And, God knows, I was still brimming with sexual desire, probably more so than ever. But in the meantime, until I set all that in motion, shopping was one of my great outlets. And that's what I decided to do one day after Matt crept off to work with barely a hello when he woke up or a goodbye when he closed the door behind him. I went down to my local mall and headed right over to my favorite store. I was casually looking over the new clothes when I noticed this rather handsome man glancing my way. Like me, he was idly walking past the racks, looking at various items. I thought it a bit strange, because I was in the women's wear section and he was unaccompanied. Maybe he was shopping for a present for his wife or his girlfriend, something Matt used to take relish doing for me but never did any longer. After I noticed him staring my way several times, I caught his gaze rather boldly the next time he looked over at me and gave him a sly little smile. He immediately turned away, but then he turned back to me and smiled himself. Soon we were acting like two young teenagers, all cute and coy with each other, slowly walking around the garment racks and tables, tap dancing around one another. He was probably in his early thirties and had a very attractive face, with warm, but piercing brown eyes and a friendly, engaging smile. I found myself in the lingerie section and I lingered here, checking out the underwear, looking his way as I did. I'd pick up a bra or a pair of panties and examine the fabric, looking up to see if he was watching me. He was. I'd pick up more and more provocative garments, little lacy half-bras and bikini panties. I'd do something rather intimate, like looking closely at the lining of the crotch of a pair of panties and running my fingers over the fabric there, as if to note how it would feel against my pussy, making sure that he noticed me doing this. For some reason this was exciting to me, looking at intimate women's apparel while being eyed by a strange man. Lately the idea of sudden intimacy with a strange man turned me on. Turned me on immensely. Recently I'd become quite the flirt, but by now I was ready to do more than just flirt with such a man. But still I wanted to avoid any sort of 'affair' or 'relationship.' Running into a guy in this serendipitous fashion and feeling a charge from the encounter was exactly what pressed my button. Now I decided to be a little bold. So I wandered over his way. He was standing in front of a panty display and I picked up a pair of very sexy panties, lifting them up. "What do you think?" I asked. "I think they'd look very nice on you," he said. I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring and I thought I'd get right to the point and let him know I noticed it. "Buying something for your wife?" "Yes, I thought I'd get her some alluring lingerie, you know, liven things up a little," he confessed. "Do they need livening up?" I asked flatly. He smiled knowingly, then looked down at my hand. "I see that you're married too. Do you think your husband will like this item?" "Frankly, I don't care if he likes it or not. If I decide to buy it, I'd be buying it for myself, not for him. He wouldn't even notice." It felt so liberating to be talking so forthrightly to a strange man and I was certain it was provocative to him as well. "With the season almost over, there's a sale on swimsuits. So I was thinking of buying myself a bikini for next summer," I said to him. "Would you care to wander over to the rack with me and help me select a bikini? I could use someone else's opinion, particularly a man's," I said, stunned myself at just how bold I was being. At the bikini rack I picked up an especially skimpy and sexy item imported from France. "What do you think?" I asked. "I think it would look terrific on you." "Do you really? Maybe I should try it on," I said. "Maybe you should," he said. Then he paused and lowered his voice. "I only wish I could see it on you," "Is that so?" I said, pausing a moment. "Well, why don't you come with me to the dressing room then? And maybe you could do exactly that." In just a few words we had established so much. I was married, he was married. I frankly admitted, albeit indirectly, that the last thing on my mind was my own husband. In his even more oblique way he told me pretty much the same thing about his wife. We were obviously coming on to each other, talking about sexy underwear and bikinis and what they would look like on me. When we got to the dressing room, I turned to him. "The only problem is if I go in there and try it on I can't very easily come out here to have you see what I look like in it, can I? After all, it's a little bikini I'm going to try on, not a pair of jeans. And there's all these people out here. That's too bad, because I'd really like to know what you thought." I pretended to think this dilemma over a moment. "I know!" I said brightly, continuing my flirtatious seduction of this stranger. "Maybe you could come inside the dressing room with me?" "But they wouldn't allow that, would they?" he said, looking around a little nervously. "I don't know but, anyway, if you could, would you like to come in?" "Sure, I'd love to," he said, looking me right in the eye and speaking with a soft, but low, masculine purr. "Let's see what we can do," I said. I walked over to the salesgirl who was watching over the dressing rooms. "Do you think he can come into the dressing room with me?" I asked her. There were three individual dressing rooms, each completely self-contained. I had been here before and I knew the set-up. "You know," she said half-heartedly. "It's only supposed to be one to a dressing room." "But he's my husband and I want him to tell me what he thinks of this before I buy it," I said, holding up the exceptionally minimal bikini. "You don't expect me to come out in front of everybody wearing this, do you?" The guy was stunned hearing me say this and obviously quite excited by what I was proposing to the salesgirl. Then I leaned over and whispered something to the girl, who laughed raucously and then happily let us both enter the cubicle together. "What did you say to her?" he asked, curious, as we went inside the dressing room. "I told her, what if my husband should get horny seeing me in this? That she wouldn't want to see him getting a big old erection out in front of everybody in the store." He stood there, smiling, amazed at my audacity. We walked into the cubicle and locked it. It was completely private inside, with a real door, not one of those half-doors where you can see legs. Normally I like those booths; I always get a little turned on seeing other women scampering around barefoot, putting on and taking off skirts and pants and undies. But now I was happy we had this privacy. "Alone at last," I said, turning to him. Then I held up the bikini. "Turn around and I'll put it on." He was a little disappointed. I knew he was hoping I'd rip off my clothes right in front of him. I fully intended to do that, but I wanted to tease him, and have him hear the rustling of my clothes as I took them off and the sound of my snapping the bikini top on and pulling the bottoms up over my thighs and hips. I've always felt that dressing and undressing sexily for a man is something I really like to do and find very provocative. I used to do that for my husband all the time, but he could care less about that sort of thing these days. "First I want you to see me with the bikini on," I said as I took off my clothes. I knew he could hear every sound I made as I disrobed. We were in such close quarters I'm sure he could smell me. I had showered just before going shopping and had put on a new, and what I thought was a very provocative scent. "Okay, you can look now," I said. He turned to look at me and his eyes almost popped out. I knew that my rather perfect figure was barely concealed by the tiny bikini. With him just two feet away I saw his eyes dwell on the contours of my body -- my firm breasts, slender waist and flat stomach, my cute and very tanned round, firm buns which, as I now turned around for him, were nearly all visible with the exceptionally skimpy bikini bottom I was wearing. "How do I look?" I said. "You look just great," he said. "Me, or the bikini?" I teased. "Both," he said, "but especially you." "How do I compare to your wife?" I said. I couldn't help teasing him. I was glad I had brought that right into the open, that we were both married and were wearing wedding rings. I had already decided I was never going to have to pretend to be single and to have to deal with that awkward moment where I'd need to pull back and tell a guy that I was married and that I had to go because my husband was expecting me. "There's no need for us to talk about my wife," he said. "Sorry," I said. "There's sure no need to talk about my husband." We stood there. "So, you like the way I look in these? Well, this is going to look even better," I said, suddenly unsnapping my top and exposing my breasts to his view. I walked closer, almost pressing my tits against him, but not quite. Again I was approaching a threshold, something I hardly expected to be doing when I set out to shop at the mall that afternoon. I had been masturbating like crazy lately, but now I was about to enter a new arena, sexual intimacy with a strange man, the main arena for an adulterous wife. I lifted my breasts up to his face. "Do you like them?" I purred. "I like them very much," he growled softly. "Well, if you like them, why don't you touch them?" He cupped my full breasts in his hands, grazing the stiff nipples with his fingertips as I closed my eyes, sighing at the sublime sensation of his touch. I could tell right away that this was a man who knew how to touch and caress a woman. "They're so sensitive," I said. "And I'm guessing that this is sensitive too." I reached down to unbuckle his belt, dropping to my knees as I pulled down his jeans and briefs. And under those briefs I found exactly what I expected to find -- a hard, swollen penis. After my long drought, suddenly men's cocks had entered the landscape of my experience again, in a big way too. And by 'big way' I mean two different things. One, it seemed I was thinking about and picturing stiff cocks all the time these days. And two, the cocks I was picturing were always very, very large ones, huge ones really, long and extra thick, and nicely proportioned. Cocks that were works of art and not just tools for bringing about pleasure. And now I found myself staring at just such a cock. "Oh my God, you're huge!" I blurted out, gazing at the mammoth shaft. It had to be ten inches long. And the thickness! I'd never seen one that thick. Plus it stood up nice and hard and straight and was gorgeously shaped. It's like my perfect fantasy of a cock had suddenly materialized right in front of my eyes. "Do you like it?" he asked cockily as he stood there with that unmistakable expression of manly pride at this display of his awesome endowment in all its rigid, virile glory, his jeans and briefs bunched around his ankles, that cock standing up like a flagpole. "I love it!" I told him, and I meant it too. I took the rigid cock and placed it right in between my warm breasts. "I'll bet you never expected to find your cock in a place like this today," I said, a sassy smile on my lips. Outside I could hear people going in and out of their booths. Little did they know that in this particular cubicle an unfaithful husband's massive and fully erect penis was being squeezed between the breasts of a horny and unfaithful wife. Or, who knows, maybe there were other couples, out for an afternoon of shopping, who had the same idea in mind as we did and were occupying dressing rooms similarly engaged. Though I doubted it. I lowered my mouth over it and started to suck him. I really had to open wide to engulf the bulbous knob and get it between my lips. And, believe me, I'd had plenty of practice over the years doing just this. But since these last years of a pointlessly faithful marriage it once again felt rather novel and odd to feel a strange penis in my mouth. I looked up at him with what I knew were excited and sparkling eyes as I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked him nice and slow and easy. "Everything all right in there?" the salesgirl asked. Startled, I pulled back. The guy reached down to quickly pull up his jeans, but I stopped him. "Uh-- oh, yeah--" I stammered. "I bet it is," she whispered against the dressing room door, a knowing tone to her voice. She knew exactly what we were up to and, from her attitude, I was guessing that we wouldn't be bothered or interrupted again for as long as we chose to stay in here. He let his jeans fall to the floor again, his cock never having softened in the least. Now I returned to him and, after leisurely sucking his cock and licking his balls, and even turning him around and briefly running my tongue up the crack between his buttocks, licking his asshole briefly, I pulled away from him and sat on the little bench provided in the booth. I still had on my bikini bottoms and now I took those off. Beneath them I had my own panties. I spread my legs apart and let him stare into my panty-clad crotch. "That's where I want your tongue now," I said as I pulled the crotch of my panties aside and spread my legs further, revealing the moist slit of my pussy to him. "See, I'm all wet for you down there," I said, knowing he'd notice my very obvious and extravagant moistness. "Make me feel good," I whispered, now taking my panties off, and flexing and spreading open my legs. He dug right in to feast on me, his expert tongue lavishing me with eager caresses. This was a man who knew how to use his mouth and make a desirous woman, a long frustrated wife, feel good! "Yes... you do it so nicely," I told him, panting with pleasure. He licked me leisurely for a while longer, but now I very urgently wanted more than just his tongue. "Come inside me," I told him. "Take that huge, beautiful cock of yours and bury it in my cunt!" Here I actually was asking a strange man to fuck me. He stood up and got in between my legs as I took hold of his cock and guided it to its snug, moist home. With one expert move he slid it all the way inside me as I gasped at the thrilling sensation. I was so aroused, so wet by now, that I had no trouble at all accommodating even his stunning thickness. "That's it, fuck me!" I urged as I thrust my hips against his, luxuriating in his smooth and steady strokes. We knew no one was going to chase us out of here, so we took our time, turned on by the fact that we were fucking like two hot young rabbits here amidst all the customers. Before me were through we did it in all sorts of positions. I had him sit on the bench and sat over him, straddling him and impaling my cunt on his hardness. Then I stood up and bent over, my hands on my knees, as he came at me from behind and slid it inside. "Oh yeah," I moaned. "It feels so good like that." He was really slamming it into me athletically, working every last inch inside with a hard, steady, pounding rhythm. And that pounding rhythm was pretty noisy, I realized. "Shhhhhh," I said, turning back to hush him. "We don't want to draw a crowd." He was screwing me so hard I was actually afraid that others outside would be able to hear us. "Sorry," he said as he let up a little, fucking me more slowly now, but still keeping up a nice, smooth rhythm. "Don't be sorry," I said. "I love it! I love the way you've been doing it to me. I love the way it feels, the way you're filling me, stretching me open. But we don't want to have a couple of store detectives knocking on the door, do we?" When he was really banging it inside me savagely he had been holding on to my hips. But now he let go of my hips and wrapped his hands around my breasts, cupping each one and gently squeezing my nipples. If there's one thing I adore it's having my nipples played with while I'm being fucked. The new sensation just about made me swoon. I brought a hand down to my pussy and flickered a fingertip over the smooth, glossy surface of my clit as he kept screwing me and playing with my tits. I loved doing it like this, standing up, with him behind me, and he kept fucking me in this position until I finally climaxed. Naturally I couldn't make a sound when I felt that sharp rush of pleasure coming on, and had to bite my lips to restrain my normally loud and vivid orgasmic response. Instead, my whole body shook and throbbed as though I were having a seizure or something. I sometimes lose control of my body like this when I climax strongly. This guy was such a great lover. I knew he could've kept it up forever; he just had that sense of perfect control some men manage, but most men don't. My husband never did. Not for a minute. But now that I had climaxed I knew he was ready to climax himself. And I didn't want him to cum inside me. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him. When I was younger I'd love nothing more than sucking a man off when he was ready and feeling my mouth fill up with his rich, warm spunk. Some women don't like to taste it, but I'm one of those who always did. And it's not just the taste, it's the incredible intimacy of having a man get off in your mouth, feeling his cock throb between your lips at the moment his pleasure peaks. "I want to suck you off now and have you spill it in my mouth," I whispered to him as I pulled away and dropped to my knees. I stared at his cock for a moment. It stood straight up, rigid as a length of steel tubing, glistening from the wetness of my cunt. The shaft was so long, so massive, I managed to wrap both my hands around it as I ran my tongue up its length and then engulfed him in my mouth. I could taste myself on him and, somehow, that was terribly arousing now too. Quickly I wet my finger and brought it back down behind his balls, searching for his asshole. Finding the rubbery entrance, I gently slid my moistened finger inside his anus, sucking him all the while. "Ahhh!" I heard him sigh when I did this. Here was one more man who loved that particular bit of stimulation. It sure didn't surprise me. And when I felt his sphincter pulsate around my probing finger I knew he was on the brink. That's one reason I like to finger a guy like that when I suck him off or when he's on top, fucking me. Because just moments before he actually cums you can feel his anus pulsating. It's a sure sign of what's next. What was next was that his cock began to throb and then suddenly I felt a gush of liquid warmth fill my mouth as he literally poured his pleasure between my lips. I thought he'd never stop as I swallowed his semen so I could accommodate more. Finally he let up as I sucked out the very last few drops. "Wow!" I said, when I finally pulled away. "You must've really been saving it up." "It's been a little while," he confessed. Dressing Room "I'm glad I could help," I purred softly, standing up now as we gazed into each others' eyes with the sparkle of spent satisfaction. "I guess it's time to go then," I said as he pulled up his briefs and jeans, and I quickly put all my clothes back on. "Here goes," I said, as I unlocked the door and the two of us stepped out into the store, trying to look as cool and nonchalant as possible. Which wasn't easy, believe me. "Everything okay?" the salesgirl asked with a sassy smile, actually giving me a sly wink. "Everything is very much to our satisfaction," I told her, knowing she'd know exactly what I meant. "Did you decide to take that?" she asked, pointing to the bikini that began this whole episode. "Yes, I think it looks lovely on my wife," the guy said coolly. "I guess my husband has very good taste," I said, keeping this charade going. "I'll just wrap it up for you then," she said, fixing her gaze on me, then getting a tissue and pressing it against my lips, her conspiratorial smile letting me know full well she was aware it was a residue of cum. "Let me wipe off that little bit. Here, in this store, we believe in serving our customers in whatever way we can." Dressing Room Harold walked into the department store shortly after it opened. He immediately wandered over by the women's shoe department, browsing at several pairs of shoes before selecting a black, medium heeled pair. Rather than head immediately to the checkout counter, he meandered into women's clothing, following a circuitous route through lingerie on his way to the women's dressing room. While in lingerie, he picked up a satin feeling pair of panties, slipped them in his coat pocket and then continued walking to the dressing room. While his browsing seemed random, it was a route he had taken many times before, a carefully planned path that avoided the security camera globes that dotted the ceilings throughout the store. With the panties hidden in his coat pocket, he carried the shoes in plain view, acting as if he was waiting to give them to his wife, who was trying on clothes in the dressing room. Glancing at his watch to feign impatience, he glanced around, making sure the salesperson was busy with a customer. Once he was sure no one was watching him, he slipped into the dressing room, opening the door to one of the booths and sat down on a bench, closing the door behind him. He carefully placed the shoes he had carried to look as if they were hurriedly removed by a woman trying on clothes. Once they were arranged, he removed the panties from his jacket and waited for someone to come in to try on clothes. From the bench, he could reach the door to his booth, so he opened it slightly to watch who came in. After a short wait he noticed an attractive woman, perhaps in her mid forties heading to the dressing room with a blouse in her hand. Focusing on her, he noticed how her dark black hair flopped loosely down on her shoulders. Her blouse was buttoned well up her neckline, with only the top button left open. He did enjoy the way her small breasts poked through her blouse like two tiny, but colorful peaks. Letting his eyes wander downward, he imagined running his hand down her side and onto her hips. Quickly pulling his door shut before she spotted him, he listened as she entered a booth several doors down from his. Disappointed she didn't slip into the booth next to him, he quietly picked up the shoes and slipped out of his booth. Listening to the slight rustle coming from inside the occupied booth, he opened a door next to the changing woman. The woman had stopped changing, apparently a bit nervous about who might be in the booth next to her. Harold took the shoes and gently tossed them, one by one onto the floor near the dividing partition between him and the woman. He took off his jacket and unzipped his pants, letting the woman hear the sounds of, presumably, another woman trying on clothes. Settling onto the bench, he took the panties out of his jacket pocket and then worked his cock out of his pants. Carefully easing his head near the partition, he let his ear press against the laminated surface. The woman now continued trying on the blouse and Harold listened to the sounds of her as she partially undressed and then dressed again, all the while, quietly stroking his cock with the panties. Letting the faint sounds of her clothes Harold imagined her skin, the soft surface suddenly exposed. He imagined her reaching for the new blouse wearing only a bra. He pictured her breast bulging out of the top of her bra, and wondered how the fabric of the blouse felt on her skin. Picturing his face pressing against her bare skin, he could almost feel the tiny hairs tickling his lips. All too quickly he heard the woman grab the hanger for the blouse and then open the door, heading back out onto the sales floor. He stopped stroking his cock through the panties and simply sat waiting patiently. Sitting patiently just like he did as a small boy on a bench outside the dressing room. Once a week his mother brought him to the department store and after selecting some clothing, had him sit on the bench while she went inside to try them on. He remembered the sales clerk, a tall man with light hair and a brand new suit following her into the dressing room to help. Harold would sit quietly, hearing the sounds coming from the dressing room, his mother giggling, the man growling like a puppy dog, and then both making strange noises that his mother said just her putting on some too tight pants. After that, the sales clerk would rush out, fixing his suit and tucking in his pants. Mother would finish trying on clothes for a little longer and then come out. Her hair would be a bit messy and her face was red, but she was smiling and happy and always took Harold out for ice cream afterwards. His mom made this their "special time," a time she said to keep secret from everyone, that way it was just their time. Harold loved the special time with his mom and he kept their secret even after she died just a few days after his seventh birthday. He missed her then, especially when daddy went away and even though his grandmother took him when she went shopping, it never was the same. Another woman was coming in to try on some clothes. Peeking though his door, Harold noticed she had several blouses and pairs of pants. Once again, the woman went into a booth several doors away, so Harold slipped his cock back into his pants, and relocated. After carefully placing the shoes on the floor, he hung up his jacket, slid onto his booth and unzipped his pants. He heard a considerable amount of rustling next door and picture wonderful images of a woman in only her bra and panties slipping her clothes on and off. Listening hard, he could even hear her breathing as she tried on the clothes. He imagined the feel the blouse against her skin as he slid the panties up and down on his hard cock. Glancing down, he looked at the tight hole his thumb and index finger made and how it expanded slightly as his panties hooded cock penetrated it. Holding it tight, he could see the outline of the head with an indent as his tiny hole. A small wet spot appeared as his pre-cum was absorbed into the fabric. The rustling sounds stopped and he could hear the woman mumbling to herself, "...too tight..." "...no, maybe the blue..." He paused, picturing her face glowing red as she smiled as he waited for her to begin undressing again. When the rustling sound started again, he continued stroking his cock, now savoring the soft feel of the panties on his skin as it moved over him. Feeling the pleasure run down his shaft to his balls, he looked down just as his head slipped through his thumb and index finger and he held it tight. A wet spot suddenly appeared on the white fabric and quickly expanded. Some of the white fluid oozed through the fabric and ran down onto his hand. He quickly reached into coat pocket and found the, nearly empty, spray bottle of women's perfume and sprayed it twice into the air, hopefully masking the smell of his cum from the woman trying on the clothes. Dabbing up all of his cum in the panties, he zipped up his pants, grabbed the shoes and his jacket and moved into a different booth. When the woman left, he carefully peeked around and when sure the coast was clear, he stepped out of the booth and quietly emerged from the dressing room. Avoiding the security cameras, he wandered by one of the checkout stands and dropped the cum saturated panties into a trash can and then rearranged some of the trash to conceal them. He then wandered back to the shoe department, where he handed the shoes to the clerk and mumbled, "She didn't like the color." Harold then nonchalantly wandered back out of the store into the mall. Once in the mall he headed to the food court where he ordered an ice cream. Sitting down at one of the tables he ate the ice cream, remembering his mother. Dressing Room "Honey, how does this skirt look on me?" Dee asked as she swung open the door to the dressing room and stepped out of the dressing area. She spun around in the waiting area, causing the dress lift off her legs, revealing her bare legs and ass. Dee rarely wore underwear and never missed a chance to "accidentally" expose herself in public, particularly when I was watching. "I like this one better than the green one" I said as I stood from the small couch in the waiting area and approached her. "It's shorter," I said with a grin. "Turn around for me." She made a half turn, looking at her backside in the mirror. "It is kinda short, huh?" she said with a coy smile. "I like it. Bend over for me," I asked as I reached for the hem in the back, starting to lift the skirt up again. "Get your mind out of the gutter," she said, brushing my hands away. "No, look," I said, pushing her shoulders forward to get another glimpse of the clefts of where her thighs met her ass. "I can see your ass. Very hot!" She bent forward; putting her hands on her knees and pushing her ass out in a Betty Page pose and looked back at herself in the mirror. In her reflection she could see the cleft of each cheek peaking out from under the skirt. "You like that, huh?" she asked, smiling seductively at me. "Yes." "Should I get it for you?" "Yes!" "OK, I'll add it to the others" she replied teasingly as she stood upright and trotted back to the dressing room. I followed her and as she neared the dressing room door I caught her, grabbing her waist with both hands and pulled her close to me. As our bodies met I pressed myself into her so she could feel the growing bulge in my pants. "I guess you do like it," she said, grinding her ass into me with a giggle. I remember moaning softly in her ear as my hands moved from her hips, sliding down her thighs. She felt so familiar, yet each time I touched her like this was like the first time exploring the lines of her body. Pressing against her neck, I breathed heavily in her ear as I started to lift her skirt. As I began to hike her skirt up, she pressed her ass into me and rocked her head back into my shoulder, letting out a soft sigh as my lips finally met her neck. I kissed her lightly, starting at the base of her neck and working my way up to her ear, pausing to nibble her tiny earlobe before moving to her lips. She arched her back to meet my kiss. At first our tongues danced with each other, playfully touching before I pulled her in tightly, kissing her more forcefully. CLANG! Dee jumped, startled by the sound of another dressing room door closing. "When we get home," she said, pulling away from me. "We'll leave in just a minute." Turning to open the dressing room door she said, "promise," winking at me. As she pulled the door shut behind her I decided the wait to get home would be too long and pushed the door back open, slipping into the small dressing room behind her. Her protests were quickly silenced as my mouth met hers, and I pushed her back against the dressing room wall. I kissed her deeply as my hands moved to the zipper at the back of her skirt. In the dressing booth next door we could hear the rustling of a stranger's clothes as Dee's skirt fell to the floor. Nude from the waist down, she pressed into me, surrendering to my embrace. I grabbed her ass with one hand while softly stroking her hair with the other. As I pressed into her our combined weight against the dressing room partition made it creak loudly. "Turn around," I commanded in a whispered tone. Without hesitation she slipped around within my embrace to face the dressing room wall. I placed one hand on the front of her hip, the other on her shoulder and, pulling her pelvis toward me I bent her forward. Off balance, Dee shifted her weight, placing her hands on the wall in front of her and leaned into it hard. As my hands began to trace the curves of her body, I kissed the back of her neck, working my way down her back to her ass. On the other side of the wall we could hear the clatter of hangers where, inches from us another woman tried on clothes. I continued to kiss her back, working my way lower and lower until I had to kneel behind her to continue. I felt her body tighten with excitement as I grabbed her ass cheeks in either hand. Finally she gasped loudly as my tongue found its way to her pussy and began to part her lips. She moaned as my tongue began to slip into her. KNOCK KNOCK. "How are you doing in there?" we heard the sales girl from outside our booth. Sensing Dee's frustration, I pressed my face into her ass harder, working my tongue in and out of her faster. The sudden change of rhythm forced a loud gasp from her. "Uh... ok," Dee responded with a quivering voice. Unsure of Dee's response, the sales girl paused for what seemed an eternity before we heard her walk away. CLANG! We heard the door to the dressing room next to us slam shut again as another woman entered. "Baby, please stop," Dee whispered when she saw the toes of our new neighbor's shoes poke out from under the dressing room divider. She tried to straighten herself to make me stop, but I grabbed her legs and forced them further apart. The sudden shift in her body weight made her lose her balance again and she collapsed heavily against the wall with a grunt. With new access, I buried my tongue even deeper into her as I reached around to rub the piercing in the hood of her clit. "Oh god," she gasped in a hushed tone as she thrust her ass back into my face. The sharp raspy sound of a zipper in the room next door pierced the low sound of Dee's panting. I began to dart in and out of her, making her moan softly to the tempo of my licking. My cock was now throbbing painfully against my jeans. I stood up behind her and grabbed her hips, turning her 90 degrees to face the bench in the corner of the room. Each of our right feet were now clearly visible to the woman in the booth next door. Dee struggled to stand and move away from the divider, but I pushed her upper back down and kicked her right leg apart. Dee cringed at the sounds of her leg hitting the divider and her hands catching her balance on the dressing room bench. The activity in the booth next to ours become noticeably quiet, which made the sounds of me unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants seem unreasonably loud. But I didn't care about being discrete. I had to have her right then and there. Her wet pussy felt amazing on the head of my cock. I rubbed myself between her lips until I found her opening, then pushed into her in one long, full stroke. The sensation of taking me so quickly forced a gasp from her, then a loud moan. As I began working in and out of her, sounds of her wetness and the slapping of my thighs on her ass filled the room. "Oh my," I heard the woman in the booth next door say. With our feet clearly visible from under the under the divider and the unmistakable sounds of our passion, there could be little doubt what was happening. Dee began to grunt lightly as I pushed in and out of her. Building speed, I reached around to stroke her clit piercing again, evoking a quiver from her as she came. The spasms of her orgasm gripped me tightly, causing me to shudder also as I was forced over the edge. I moaned softly as my cock began to pulse inside of her, then my body convulsed hard as I came. As we rested, enjoying the afterglow we noticed movement on the floor under the divider. Long brown hair and a ringed hand were visible for a moment, then vanished. Apparently we had had an audience. " I love you," Dee laughed. "I love you too," I said, trying to look at the floor under the divider, hoping to get a glimpse of the voyeur next door. The calm of the moment was shattered by the sudden rustling of fabric in the booth next door. CLANG! The sound of the door slamming shut. Dee laughed again, this time more loudly. She was perversely satisfied with being caught in the act, then gasped as I slipped my cock out of her quickly. "I think we should go," I said as I pulled my pants back up. "Yeah," she said, still laughing. Dee quickly got dressed and gathered the clothes she wanted to buy. As we walked out of the dressing room she asked, "Oh my God, what does my hair look like?" "Like you just got fucked," I laughed. "Shit!" she blushed. "You're running down my leg." I stepped back to look at what she was talking about and as I did the sales girl approached. "Can I ring these up for you, Ma'am?" asked the sales clerk as she leaned forward to take the collection of skirts in Dee's arm. As she did, her eyes caught mine and followed them to Dee's thighs. We both saw it at the same time. The cashier's eyes darted first to Dee's eyes, then to mine before she blushed. Apparently she'd put everything together and recognized what she was seeing running down my girlfriend's leg. Dee shot me a furtive smile as she walked past the sales girl toward the cash register in the center of the store. "Come on, baby. I promised you something special when we get home. Let's go." Dressing Room Adventure This story is completely fictional. And it is my very first story that I wrote in English. Please keep that in mind, in case parts of it sound odd to you native speakers. If you like the story, have remarks or constructive criticism, please leave comments. It is the only way for me to get better. Thank you and have fun, reading my story. ***** "Nervous?" she asked, bringing me back to reality. "Huh?" "Are you nervous?" she repeated her question and gave me a soothing smile that made her green eyes sparkle. "You bet I am. I hope my hands aren't too sweaty." Carla laughed as if I had made a joke, "Believe me, I'm every bit as nervous as you are." "Oh, come on. You've done this a few times already. It's the first time for me. Why would you be nervous?" "Sure I have done this before, my handsome little virgin," she mocked me, "but like I told you before: you just stay with the script and act with me and you'll be fine. It's not that easy for me. I am a 40 year old woman, going to get naked in front of a handsome, 20-something years old stud, who's used to perky teens and tweens. Oh, and let's not forget about the camera and every guy out there watching this on the net in a few month." Now it was my turn to smile at her soothingly, "I'll bet there's hardly a guy out there who won't be pleased by what they get to see. And for all of those teens and tweens you're talking about-they can only hope their bodies will turn out like yours, that´s for sure." She smiled, but before she could say anything else, the director yelled, "Actors," and we took our position in front of the camera. "Remember, just like we rehearsed and everything will be fine," she whispered. "ACTION" I pushed her through a door. She stumbled and came to a halt on her mark in front of the camera. With three big steps I was right behind her, throwing my arms around her, cupping her breasts. "That's what you want, isn't it?" I delivered my line and sucked on her neck. "Yes. Ohhh yeeees," she moaned as my hands slipped under her top and pulled it over her head, leaving her in a red bra. She turned around and unclasped its hook, with her back to the camera and her front to me. My eyes wandered over the two beautiful globes that are Carla Gugino's breasts and I smirked. "Even better then I imagined," I said as I stepped closer and put my hands on those amazing tits. She crossed her arms behind my neck and pushed her body against mine as our lips locked in a kiss. Like the script said, I pushed my tongue forward and slipped it in between her soft lips. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers made their way down her body into her pants and dug in the flesh of her sweet ass. The camera guy started to move around us in a half circle as I lifted Carla up and she clenched her legs around my waist. With the camera now in my back, I threw her down on the bed. Ripping of my shirt, jeans and finally my boxers, I gave Carla a clear view of my enlarged member before I lay down on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me again as we started to kiss. "CUT" The director´s yell brought both of us back to reality. Our lips separated and she smiled at me, "I guess nervousness is not a problem anymore then." I looked at her puzzled and blushed as I realized she was hinting at my hard on, pressing against the soft fabric of her pants as well as the warm skin of her belly. Embarrassed I tried to back off, but she kept me in the clasp of her legs. "Relax. Take your time and calm down. Everybody will think you do it to protect me from being stared at." One of the production assistants picked up her bra and handed it to her. Carla acted a little clumsy and took her time putting it on, until she felt that my erection had gone back. Only then she released me from the grip of her legs and turned to the director, who had come up to us. I slipped back into my pants as he told us how he had liked our movement and the speed of the scene. Then he turned to me, "Ben, next take I want you to be more aggressive. Grab her ass harder, squeeze her boobs. Show me that you expect to have porn like sex." He turned around and headed for his chair. I put my shirt on and looked at Carla, who was clothed again and got her hair straightened by an assistant. "You're ok?" I asked. "I'm fine, Handsome." We made our way back to the starting position. "Thanks for covering my,...uhm, you know," I whispered. She looked up at me smiling, "That's alright." And with a wink she added, "Now show the camera how much you want to fuck me." "AND ACTION" ~~~~~~~ About three hours later, Carla was sitting on top of me buck naked. We were shooting the last scene of the day. The camera filmed her bare backside as she was riding me with both hands on my chest. She moaned joyfully with each motion and I had not much acting to do, as her warm and damp pussy rubbed against my rock hard dick. The cameraman moved around us and focused on Carla´s upper body. Her fabulous tits were covered by my hands and I could feel her rigid nipples in my palms as I squeezed them firmly. For the final shot, I threw her over and wound up on top of her. We exchanged lusty stares and started to kiss passionately as I pistoned my hips between her thighs. Our tongues wrestled until I broke our lip lock and dug my face into the skin of her neck. The scent of her sweaty skin intoxicated my mind, along with her sweet moans and the way her calves pulled my body against her loins. I started to suck on her collarbone and flicked my tongue above it. I could have sworn her moans got more intense. She let her fingers run through my hair, giving me the sign to bring the scene to an end. I let my thrusts become heavier and finally let my body tense with a last forceful jab and a growl, before I collapsed on top of her. My dick twitched and jerked in the agony of a denied orgasm. Neither the feeling of Carla´s marvelous tits pressed against me, nor the tickle of the small patch of her neatly trimmed pussy hair could lessen this specific kind of frustration. The director yelled "CUT" for the last time that day. Underneath me, I could feel Carla exhale slowly as she let her body tension go. Our sweaty bodies clung to one another, neither of us spoke a word as we tried to catch our breath and fight the arousal that had undeniably befallen the both of us. When we had calmed down a bit, we broke our embrace and slipped into our underwear. From the corner of my eye, I took a last look at Carla's beautiful body, just before she put on the robe, an assistant had handed her. While I the assistant handed me another bathrobe, the director called for Carla. When I wrapped the robe around me and took a look around, I saw the two of them already talking about one thing or another. I felt a little sting; she had not said a word to me before she had engaged into the conversation with him. That second, while the director was still talking feverishly, she laid her eyes on me and flashed me a smile, washing that sting away in an instant. I smiled back at her, waved a little goodbye and started to head to the dressing room. All I wanted to do was take a steaming hot shower and jerk off all the piled up pressure until my balls weren't blue any more. "Hey, wait up, Handsome," I heard a soft voice behind me. I was already off set and had made half the way to the dressing room by now. I turned around and saw Carla trying to catch up with me. She had to walk fast and was a little bit out of breath, but that didn't stop her from going on, "Or is this your game? Screwing a woman and leave her afterwards without saying goodbye." Her smile made it obvious she was joking and I played along, "Only if that woman turns to another man immediately after we had amazing sex." She giggled but tried to keep our little game alive, "Amazing, huh? You're a lucky guy, Handsome. Not a lot of people have an amazing first time." "I am a lucky guy. I had the perfect woman to share it with." By now, she was standing close to me and I could clearly see how she blushed. I wondered if I had gone too far, but her next words discarded my fear. "So listen, I wondered if you wanted to take a drink with me? I mean, I have a late start tomorrow and I am way too active to go to sleep right now." She stepped even closer, laying back her head, looking up at me with her amazing green eyes. My mind started racing. Had Carla Gugino just invited me to take a late night drink with her, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and underwear? Was she coming on to me, or was it just my imagination and my dirty dreams, playing a trick on me? I looked into her face. Her big eyes gave me an almost puppy like look and her sweet lips were slightly opened. I felt my balls tense and demand their good right. If there was any chance she meant it the way I hoped for, I could not let that opportunity slip away. I cleared my throat and smiled as I tried my best to act calm, "I would love that." The tension between us crumbled as the biggest smile yet made its way to Carla's face. She hooked her arm in mine and pulled me towards her own private dressing room. "So, tell me more about that perfect woman, you were talking about," she said, picking up on our flirtatious game from before. We were inside her dressing room and she had handed me a bottle of champagne to open it. "Was she beautiful?" "Stunningly," I replied and filled two glasses, "Almost as beautiful as you are. She had the same amazing green eyes you have. And long, dark hair falling down her shoulders." We touched glasses and took a sip from them. I put mine aside and moved closer to her. I finally wanted to find out if she was in the same game I was in. "Her lips were as luscious as yours. I would never have stopped kissing them, if it wouldn't have been for the director." I took her face with both hands and pulled it towards me until our noses touched. As before, Carla's lips were slightly opened and I could feel her hot breath on mine. I kissed her lightly and tasted the champagne on them. She didn't object to my doing, but whispered, "What about her body? Was she attractive?" "Oh my god, yes," I kissed her soft jaw line and her neck. "Everything a men could wish for. Beautiful breasts, a round but firm butt and soft skin. Oh, you should have seen her." My lips moved up her neck, to her ear. As she spoke, I could feel her breath on my face, "You must have been pretty aroused then, if she was as attractive as you say." "I was hard all the time," I confessed as her hands slit between our bodies and opened her robe and mine. With my hands on her hips I pulled her close and my once again hard-on pressed through my boxers against her belly. "That is quite a big compliment you paid her there," Carla smiled, running her fingers over my chest. "Well, yes, I am pretty happy with its size," I said, picking up on her pun. She couldn't help laughing and needed a few seconds until she fell back in her role. "Believe me, that is one fine compliment you give and I hope she showed you just how thankful she was for that?" "Sadly she didn't" My fingers slipped under the black lace of her panties and cupped the warm flesh of her cheeks. "Poor Handsome," Carla moaned and caressed my neck with her left hand, "your pressure must be unbearable by now. And that ignorant woman left you hot and bothered. But that is her loss." She pulled my face down and planted her lips on mine. Her kiss was passionate. First, she sucked on my upper lip and then proceeded to slowly push her tongue into my mouth. We French kissed for a few seconds. My dick felt like it was about to explode any moment, if it was not taken care of. But Carla finally did. Her tongue still in my mouth, my fingers exploring her ass, she dropped her right hand and gently started to stroke my wood above my boxers. Our kiss ended, but she never stopped stroking me. Her eyes gleamed with lust. "And now I'll show you just how thankful I can be." Both her hands slipped into my boxers and pushed them down. My dick popped out and was immediately greeted by Carla's right hand. She wrapped her fingers around its shaft and quickly rubbed them up and down. As badly as I wanted her to touch its head too, I contained myself and left Carla in control for the time being. She pushed me down on the small couch and let her bathrobe slide to the floor. With a seductive smile, she reached back slowly and opened her bra. Although I had seen her bare breasts shortly before, they seemed to be even more beautiful now, as she revealed them for my eyes only. Perfectly shaped, with large pink nipples, I just wanted to suck. But Carla had something different in mind. She fell to her knees between my legs and dropped her head to my crotch. Her tiny fingers wrapped my dick and jerked it painfully slow. She looked up my body and into my eyes as her lips touched one of my balls and started to suck on it. I moaned and had to close my eyes, as the sight and feeling of Carla's doing was just too much to bear. I could have come right there, but fought that urge, in order to savor this sensation as long as I could. Alternating between my balls she constantly sucked on one of them and licked them with her tongue. When she started to hum while sucking my balls, drops of pre come oozed from the tip of my cock and I was sure she would make me explode within seconds. But Carla obviously felt my balls tense and let it plop from her sweet mouth. With my eyes still closed, I felt her lips move up my shaft and finally touch my cock's head. "Look at me," she demanded and her hot breath blew over my dick. I forced myself to open my eyes and catch a glance at her. Her emerald green eyes lit up as they met mine and she let my dick enter her mouth. She didn't waste any time and let her soft tongue flutter over the slit of my tip, taking away every bit of pre come that had been there. As if she wanted me to give her more of that, she sucked on my tip and circled it with her tongue. The feeling of her lips locked tight around my shaft as my tip got sucked into her warm mouth was unbelievable and I would have come within minutes of her just doing this. But Carla now wanted to make sure, that I came as fast and hard as I possibly could. Pushing deeper, she took about half of my erection into her mouth, until I could feel the back of her throat against my tip. Pushing her broadened tongue to the underside of my dick, she bobbed her head up and down. My mind had gone completely blank and I simply stared at my dick going in and out of this beautiful woman's mouth; softly touching the back of her throat every time she went down. When I felt myself stiffen even more, I knew that my orgasm was about to hit. And apparently so did she, as she cupped my balls with her right hand, massaged them gently and speed up the movement of her head. When she bobbed down once more, taking me even deeper than before, she made me lose it. My dick twitched uncontrollably and erupted stream after stream of hot sperm into Carla's mouth. My fingers clenched into the cushions of the couch and I couldn't help but pushing my hips forward, deeper into this amazing woman. And Carla didn't back off. Through the haze of my ecstasy, I could even feel her sucking again as my shots got smaller. When my dick finally stopped jerking, I was sure that I had never shot a bigger load in my life. I run my finger through her hair and pulled her gently off my cock, as the sucking she still applied was just too much for my freshly drained member. Her lips let go of me with a moist sound and a few last drops that she had not swallowed yet trickled down her chin and landed on her breast. She smiled, wiped it up with a finger and brought it to my lips. I licked up the mixture of her saliva and my sperm and she rose from her knees and straddled my lap. I laid my arms around her and pulled her closer. She threw her arms around my neck and we started kissing passionately. I could still taste the saltiness of my load on her lips and her tongue. Carla playfully bit my lower lip and pulled on it, before she let go. Putting her forehead against mine, she looked into my eyes and whispered, "How was that for a thank you?" "Truth be told, it was the best I ever got," I replied and watched the content smile that found its way to her face. I raised my hands from her back and pushed loose strains of her dark brown hair from her face. She brought her lips to my ear and her voice was so low, that I could barely hear it, "But I hope you're not all spent yet. Because all of this sucking has made me really want to mount your big cock, Handsome. Will you rise again for me? Please!" She followed her words by gently sucking on my earlobe. My breath got faster and my thoughts raced. I had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life and she wanted me hard again. Would I be able to recover so soon? As if she could read my mind, her whispering continued, "I'll do everything I can to help." With that I felt her hips starting to grind back and forth on my lap. And not just that, but her whole body followed quickly. Her warm skin rubbed up and down mine, and I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. "Stick a finger in me and feel how much I want and need you to get hard again!" By now, she had me completely convinced that she could get me hard again, whenever she wanted to. My left hand buried in her soft hair, I dropped my right one between our bodies and let it slip underneath the black lace still covering her pussy. Without further ado I pushed a finger between her soft folds, drawing a moan from her lips. She was soaking wet and I could feel her love juice dribble down my hand. I inserted a second finger and massaged her inner walls with my fingertips. Carla's hips never stopped moving and she literally fucked herself with my fingers. She pulled her head back held my face with her two hands and stared at me lustfully. "Do you feel how much I need your dick, Handsome?" she panted. "Yes," I breathed heavy, "yes. And I will get hard again." I pulled her ecstatic face to mine and kissed her again. For a minute we stayed like that, kissing each other, she grinding her body against mine and fucking herself with my fingers. Until finally, I felt my cock come back to life. With subtle twitches it started to grow again. When it had become hard enough to push up against Carla's bottom, I could feel a shiver run through her body and she groaned into our kiss. I removed my fingers from her slippery pussy and couldn't help but bring them to my lips. Carla looked a little displeased as I broke our kiss, but smiled again as she saw me licking up her juices. As if the taste of her womanhood would not have been enough to make me completely hard again, she pushed herself up on her knees, bringing the pair of her perfect tits directly in front of my face. Without hesitation I brought my lips to the left nipple from my point of view and sucked on it, fluttering my tongue above and around it. Coating her other nipple with the wetness on the two fingers that had just been in my mouth, I tried to be as gentle as possible with those pink pebbles of her, as I had no idea how sensitive Carla would react to this. But she showed me pretty quickly that she was ready for more, when she guided my fingers with her hand, to pull and twist on her stiff pink button. I intensified the sucking and nibbling and drew a moan from her lips, before I changed sides to make sure I treated both of her breasts the same. Finally playing with her nipples, the sweet taste of her pussy still on my lips, I was as hard again as I could possibly be. And Carla now wanted a piece of that. She pulled my head away from her rigid pink bud. Reluctantly I let go, but not without a last hard nibble, that made her exhale sharply. Dressing Room Adventure "Enough with your games," she panted, "I want you inside." She grasped my dick with her right hand and pulled her panties away with her left. Guiding my tip to her entrance, she pushed herself down in one swift motion, impaling herself on my dick. Both of us moaned in pleasure as her lips spread around me and I suddenly filled out her love tunnel that clenched me all warm and wet. "Ohhh yes," Carla yelled out, "Finally!" She pressed her forehead against mine and panted, "You... feel... soooo good... inside of me...Been fantasizing 'bout this for hours now." "Me too," was all I could manage to reply, for her hips gyrating on my dick demanded all my attention. Her movements started out slow, but got faster pretty soon. Her tongue slipped back into my mouth and entangled with mine. Both of us moaned into our kiss, expressing the pleasure we got from feeling me deep inside of her. Carla's moan turned into a muffled shriek as I used my fingers to attack both of her nipples at the same time. But she wasn't willing to give up control just yet. After she recovered from the shock, she changed her movements. Instead of gyrating, she now road up and down the full length of my dick. Her vigorous motions made it impossible for us to hold our kiss and she straightened up on top of me, supporting her body with both hands on my chest. Tightening her pussy whenever my dick moved deeper inside, Carla rode me like a bucking bronco. I couldn't help but silently thank her for draining me before, as there was no way I could have lived to see the end of this ride with a full tank. I looked up into her face, covered in a mask of ecstasy. Her eyes were closed, her head tilt back. Her lips were opened, producing pleased moans and strains of hair stuck to her sweaty skin. But she hadn't reached her orgasm yet. I lifted my right hand off her breast and let it slide down her body. She suddenly opened her eyes wide, when my thumb passed the small patch of dark hair and found her clit a little lower. Circling her center of pleasure was the last bit she had needed as I felt her body starting to tremble. Her movements became erratic and her fingernails dug into my skin. Her moans got louder and she muffled them against my neck as her pussy started to twitch. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. I could almost feel the waves of orgasm running through her body. As the intensity of her sensations decreased, I realized that now was my chance to take control. And I sure wouldn't let her excitement just vanish.My dick was still rock hard and I wanted to fuck this amazing woman. I grabbed Carla's hips and lifted her off me. Standing up, I directed her into a kneeling position on the couch with her arms against the back. Placing myself behind her, I pulled off the panties she still wore and pressed the tip of my cock against her soft lips. She looked back over her shoulder and gave me a voracious glance. "Put it back in," she moaned, "please, let me feel you again." She pushed herself back and I could feel her lips parting to welcome my dick again. I met her pushing back with a thrust and re-entered the hot and wet depths of her, until my hips pressed against her butt. I felt in even deeper than before. "Ohhh yes," Carla almost screamed in approval and I wasted no more time, grabbing her hips with my hands I pushed myself back and forth inside of her. When I found a rhythm, Carla met every one of my strokes with pressure and the sound of our bodies slamming into another soon filled the small room. "Oh, you feel so good," Carla groaned, "keep fucking me just like that." She had gotten a lot more vocal then I expected. But without anything in front of her to put her mouth on, she did her best to still turn me on with it. And I loved every bit of it. "Fuck yes," she cried out in between heavy breaths, "fill my pussy with that big dick of yours, Handsome. Ohhh, fuck. You will make me come again soon." She arched her back and the feeling of my sensitive tip rubbing along the inner walls of her pussy got even more intense. And when she turned her upper body for me to see her breasts moving in tact to my thrusts, I knew I had to slow down if I wanted her to come before me. I loosened my grip on her hips and reached forward to cup her tits. Pulling her up, she still kneelt on the couch but had her back now pressed against my chest. I slowed the rhythm of my strokes and sucked on the bare skin of her neck. "Play with your clit," I whispered in her ear and she followed my order without a sign of objection. I licked and kissed every bit of skin I could find around her neck and her ear. "I want you to come all over my dick again. Will you do that for me?" I couldn't believe I talked to Carla like that, but she simply nodded and whimpered as I felt her body squirm between the pleasure of her fingers in the front and that of my dick from the back. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and continued to whisper in her ear, "It feels so amazing to be inside of you, Carla. Can you feel how hard you make me? Now be a good girl and let me feel how you come." Carla obviously didn't mind my talk as she reached back with her left hand, run it through my hair and pulled my lips to her ear. "Drench me with your girl cum, then you can have my second load. That's what you want, isn't it?" "Yes.Yesss," she hissed, as I held her closer and continued fucking her at a moderate pace. About a dozen thrusts later, I was nibbling her earlobe when she uttered magic words in a shaky voice, "I'm coming. I'm going to come." "Oh yes, you're making me come again," she repeated herself, louder this time. I smiled to myself and kept thrusting into her until she kept true to her words. Just like before I could feel Carla's pussy twitch around my shaft, tightening and loosening uncontrollably. However this time, holding her in an even closer embrace, I could feel how her whole body tensed just before her orgasm hit and released that tension with relish convulsions. I didn't move and let Carla savor every last bit of it, enjoying the feeling of her body against mine in the throes of her orgasm. The scent of her sweaty skin clouded my mind, as well as the feeling of her love juices dribbling down my cock and coating my balls. When her body finally came to rest, I gently put her down on the couch on her back. For a second I took in the wonderful sight she made. With her legs spread I could see her welcomingly opened lips, glistening with the wetness of her lust, her amazing breasts heaving with every one of her breaths, and her beautiful face sporting a satisfied expression. She looked up at me smiling as I mounted her, guessing what I had on my mind next. "You really do like my tits, huh?" she moaned in an enticing way as she put her hands behind her head, holding on to the arm of the couch, pushing out the two targets of my lustful desire. "I love 'em," was all I replied as I sat on top of her and grabbed one of them with each of my hands, pushing them together. She closed her eyes and laid back her head as I pushed my hard dick in between them. Still slick with her love juices, it slipped right through until its head reappeared on the other side and my balls rested against Carla's tits. "Hmmm," Carla moaned from deep within her throat, "that's it, Handsome. Fuck my tits with your big dick. Shoot your cum all over them. Give me all of your creamy load." Her talk almost made me lose it and I had to take a deep breath to cool myself down. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, but I wanted to savor every second I possibly could. Shoving my dick back and forth I could feel its head squeezing through the soft flesh of her globes. Almost as if it was a drill, that had to make way for the rest of my dick to follow. I might have lasted a little bit longer, but Carla finally sent me over the edge by adjusting her deep breaths to my thrusts. Inhaling whenever I pushed forward, her chest rose and pressed her tits harder against my intruding member. It actually felt as if her tits fucked me just as much as I did fuck them. My balls tightened and with one last stroke the first stream of jizz erupted from the tip of my dick and splashed against Carla's chin. My hard on jerked, putting up a fight against the embrace of her globes, spitting two more strains that covered her neck. "Oh yes," Carla moaned, "your hot load feels amazing on my skin, Handsome. Give me every last bit of it." I rubbed her tits up and down my prick, milking it to the last drop, spilling the remains of my load onto her chest and between her soft, fleshy mountains. Completely spent I slid off her and sat on the floor with my back against the couch, trying to catch my breath. Carla moved down the couch and placed herself beside me. I watched as my load slowly dribbled down her breasts. She wiped away what still stuck to her chin and licked it off her fingers. "Handsome, were did all of this come from? I thought I drained you pretty good before?" she asked smiling happily. I shrugged my shoulders and smirked as I myself had no idea how I had managed a second load like that. But before I could think of anything clever to say, my mind was taken hostage by the sight of her fingers rubbing the rest of my load into her skin. When she was finished and looked up at me, she began to laugh wholeheartedly, "Handsome, you look like you just saw a ghost. Have you never had a woman rub your cum into her skin?" I shook my head as she knelt up and planted a light kiss on my mouth. "Poor Handsome," she murmured, "it seems those young girls now a day really don't know how to treat a good lover like you." "You made up for that in just one night," I tried to compliment her. She smiled seductively and petted my cheek, "That was just the tip of the iceberg, my sweet boy. What do you say we take a few hours' sleep and meet again tomorrow?" My heart dropped as I realized I had not told her yet. "Carla," I whispered, "this was the most amazing night of my live and there is nothing I would love to do more than spending more time with you." She looked at me alarmed, "But?" "But I am booked on a flight back home early tomorrow. Today was my last shoot," I confessed. "Of course. That is just my luck," she said with a disappointed face, "I meet a handsome young stud and we have an amazing time together, only for him to leave the country the next morning." I wanted to comfort her, but didn't know what to say. I pulled her into my arms and for a few minutes, we enjoyed the feel of our warm and sweaty bodies on each other and the scent of sex, we had filled the small dressing room with. But finally we both felt time had come to say goodbye. We got up and Carla watched me as I put my boxers and bathrobe back on. She slipped into her robe as well and fetched something out of her purse. "Promise me two things" she said as she walked me to the door. "What would that be?" I asked. "One," she rolled up the sleeve on my left arm and wrote down a number with the pen she had just picked up, "we'll keep in touch and you'll call me when you ever come to New York." "And the second promise?" She raised herself to her toes and kissed me passionately. Our lips locked for several minutes, sucking and nibbling on each other and her scent filled my nose. Her soft body pressed against mine made me wish I had the time or stamina to love her once more, although I knew it would not happen. As our lips finally unlocked, I felt her slip something into my hand, "And two, you keep this as a reminder of me and this night, until we meet again." She opened the door and let me out into the darkness. I looked back until the closing door hid Carla from my view. I made my way through the night, heading for the common dressing room with a big grin on my face, her number inked onto my left arm and the damp fabric of Carla Gugino's panties in the palm of my right hand. Dressing Room Affair The day had started out normal enough....I was out running errands, caught up in getting things done. I needed a new dress for my husband's company party and I stopped by one of my favorite stores to see if they had something sexy for me to wear. Walking into the store, I was bombarded by all the colors, textures and sexy clothing. I was looking around taking everything in, when my eye caught someone familiar. I looked up and made eye contact with Claudette, a woman I had known in an intimate fashion. My face immediately grew flushed, instant memories flooding my body. Our eyes locked, each of us feeling the waves of heat crashing between us. I looked down, overwhelmed by lust, images of her body and smell assaulting my mind. I glanced back up and she was gone....I wondered if I had imagined her as my hands absently shuffled through the dresses. I was now distracted, trying to concentrate on the task at hand, sensual memories running through me. I could feel my lust settle into my cunt, wetness beginning to gush through the material of my panties. I somehow managed to pick out some dresses and wandered to the dressing room in a sensual haze. I put the dresses on the hook and began to undress. I pulled my shirt over my head and shimmied out of my jeans. I stood there in my bra and panties, loving the curves of my body. I noticed my long, dark hair and full sensual lips. My generous breasts filled out the cups of my bra as I traced my palms over their lusciousness. I ran my hands down my form, feeling the soft skin and moved my palm over my pussy, the heat and wetness pulsating through my panties. I closed my eyes, caught up in the moment. I reached my hand out to pull a dress off the hanger, when a hand closed over mine, making me gasp. I turned around and there was Claudette standing in the dressing room with me. "What are you doing here?" I whispered indignantly, trying to mask my desire. "I could ask the same thing of you." She countered, not bothering to mask her lustful gaze as it flickered up and down my half-naked form. Her fingers now cradled my wrist, her thumb moving back and forth sensually across my pulse point. I'm sure she could feel how hard my heart was beating. "We can't do anything here...why don't I meet you somewhere?" I suggested, not really sure I wanted her to agree with me. "You and I both know that you aren't getting out of this dressing room without my mouth being buried in your cunt and making you cum long and hard. " My sharp intake of breath belayed my desire and her hand moved quickly, rubbing against my soaked panties. "Yes, you're already wet aren't you? I know you like to pretend you are good girl, but you are such a bad girl." She confidently assessed, her eyes and hands stroking the embers of my raging lust. A weak nod of my head was all I managed before her mouth descended on mine, possessing me in a moment, all thought of propriety went out the window. She pushed me against the wall and began to kiss her way down my body. Her deft hands removing my bra quickly. Her mouth licking and sucking at my nipples, my back arching, biting my lip, trying not cry out. She quickly moved on. I felt the kisses lower and lower on my tummy, my body beginning to shake with this forbidden desire. I felt my panties pulled to one side as she kissed my inner thighs. I could sense the cold air on my pussy, somehow it magnified the moment, slowing time down. I watched her on her knees, her bent head and auburn hair swinging as her mouth moved. I imagined what her full lips looked like as they latched onto my clit, expertly hitting the right spots for maximum pleasure. My thoughts were forgotten as she made first contact, her tongue sliding along my slit, probing deeply into my cunt. Her mouth began to open me up, running up and down my wet labia. "You smell so good and you taste even better." She murmured as she dove into my muff. The flat of her tongue slid up and down the length of my vagina, rimming my hole and making my belly quiver. I reached behind me, trying to find something to hold onto as she pulled me under in a sea of pleasure. Her tongue wanted to greet every part of my quim, finding out what places made me gasp the most. She continued to smear honey around, the lapping and sucking sounds of her mouth along with my groans filling the small room. I briefly wondered what the sales people must be thinking. Anyone could have walked by and seen a woman's form kneeling down and the unmistakable sounds of sex....ooohhh....I gave up thinking as another wave of pleasure hit me. Her finger began finding it's way up my tight sheath, steadily moving as her mouth clamped down on my clit. I arched my back against the wall and bit my lip. She quickly moved her head from side to side, wringing a deep moan from me as I felt her tongue rapidly move over my engorged love button. I spread my legs wider and put my hands on her head, driving her deeper within me. I felt her finger sliding in and out easily, soon another finger was circling my hole and making its way inside to join the first. She began to perform a come hither motion on my g-spot as she doubled her efforts with her mouth. I bit down on my hand, trying to stifle the load moan beginning to erupt from deep within me. My hips began to buck, overcome with the need to move against her mouth and fingers. She once again moved her head rapidly against me and her digits worked in and out of my hungry cunt, driving me wild. She pulled her face out of my pussy and looked at my face etched in delicious pleasure. Her hand continued to pump inside of me. "Let me see you fuck those fingers." She encouraged as I plunged up and down, my juices coating her fingers. Her eyes feasted on the succulent sight in between my thighs. "God, that is so hot! You are such a nasty girl. Now suck my fingers and taste your juice." She seductively instructed I grabbed her hand and slowly began licking up one finger, wanting to preserve this moment as I looked into her eyes, her mouth opening in ecstasy as my mouth engulfed her honey coated fingers. I loved the taste of myself on her and sucked every drop of sweet marrow off her manicured hand. Kissing it, I put her hand on her perky, rounded breast and covered it with mine, kneading the soft tissue and making her nipple pucker out. She pushed my hand away, determined to carry out her plan. She grabbed my panties and yanked them down and I stepped out of them. My scent waifed through the air as panties and cunt were separated. "Now get on that seat and spread those legs. Hold your pussy open for me and let me see you stroke your clit." She purred in a voice laced with power. I pushed off the wall and obediently went to the small bench. Sitting on my derriere, my feet perched on the ledge of the seat and I spread my legs eagle wide. My throbbing pussy glistened under the fluorescent light and beckoned her to her knees in front of me. My fingers traveled down my upper body and found their way to my twat, and per her instructions, one hand held my quim open and I slowly began to touch myself. My cunt, already sensitive and hungry demanded release, but I knew that more exquisite pressure would rise before orgasm swept me out to sea. I slowly ran my fingers up and down, as her mouth licked and kissed my inner thighs. The slurping noises intensified as she hit my wet cunt and latched onto to it with her mouth, feasting on me like I was a gourmet meal. Her fingers, once again, plunged into me, hitting many sensitive points and came to my g-spot and rubbed it as she drew my climax closer....a constant pressure rising steadily within me. My fingers continued to stroke my clit as her mouth moved around them. Her tongue darted through my fingers, providing a unique sensation as we worked together. Her mouth abruptly left my groin and began kissing my torso, licking and laving until she reached my tits. She played with them for a moment, her eyes taking in their abundance and she began sucking on the nipples. This caused my uterus to contract, both sets of fingers still working me over and I started unraveling on the cusp of orgasm. My breathing was shallow and I began to pant and moan in quick succession. I suddenly felt her fingers and mouth leave me and she removed my fingers as well, lapping at the juice dripping from them. No..No....I am going to make you cum....get your fingers out of there, my little slut...it is my turn to make you scream." And with that, she used every bit of knowledge and talent she possessed finding spots that I didn't know existed. I surrendered entirely, not caring that I was in public or could be caught in an awkward situation, waves of pleasure begin to crash over me, one after another, I couldn't catch my breath, as she hit spot after spot, a deep scream was coming from depths unknown, she listened to my constant moaning, now uncensored and rising in decibel level as she charted a trail from trigger point to trigger point. She buried her tongue on the underside of my clit instinctively knowing that would produce the biggest orgasm and pressed hard with her tongue, her fingers stroking my g-spot.....I suddenly came unglued, the world stopped..her tongue, mouth and hands were the only thing that existed and I erupted, a long, deep scream that started at my toes erupted, high pitched tones came out of my mouth as my body shattered...I grabbed the back of her head and she sucked harder, driving my orgasm deeper...I whimpered and writhed, screams so deep coming out of me that I wasn't making any noise, just a tiny squeal eking out as she continued her beautiful assault on my convulsing pussy. Tears rose from my eyes as my body released a sea of fluid, gushing all over her face, splattering on the cement floor and coating my inner thighs. I continued to cum, my extremities purring with pleasure as I rode out this magnificent high. She lapped gently at me, bringing me back to earth. I ran my hands along her hair, undone after all that had happened. She gently brought her lips to mine and I licked all of my juices off her face...still in shock over my body's reactions to her amazing ministrations. I suddenly wondered what was awaiting outside the door, but decided whatever it was, was worth the price of that tremendous orgasm. We shared a quiet giggle as we contemplated our fates and I quickly dressed, forgetting why I had even come to this store. We shared a quick kiss and she slipped out the door before I could even get it together enough to thank her, and left me to my humming body and wandering thoughts. Wait a minute, I thought, I didn't even really touch her, I didn't even get a chance to pleasure her and then I knew, I knew this wasn't over and that someday and someday soon I would return the favor she had bestowed upon me. I walked out of the store, swinging my hips and dared anyone to say anything, my confident posture was ready to handle any problems. I caught the eye of a saleswoman as I reached the door and she smiled wickedly she asked me if I had found what I was looking for and I replied that I found more than that and my eyes suggestively traveled the length of her attractive body as she stood there in wanton invitation, I smiled playfully at her and left the store.....perhaps, I thought, I would come back to this store again and have another adventure. Dressing Room Delight I lay nestled in the crook of your arm breathing in hot, guilty air. I turn to my side and smile at you plaintively. I have scattered thoughts of regret and remorse but your confident smirk acts as a strong breeze and soon my head is empty. My back is sweaty and gleams in the light when I sit up from the mattress. I shudder as you run your fingertips over my spine. My mind has already wandered back to dirty thoughts as I peer over my shoulder at your chiseled masculine form. New scenery is needed though... I tell you that I'd like you to come shopping with me, that I like having a male's input when looking for lingerie. We dress and head to the mall. I grab your hand and lead you briskly to my favorite undergarment shop. Carefully I scan the aisles selecting a few delicate-looking bras and panties. You follow me around as I gather more lingerie and watch the fitting rooms. The attendant is absentminded and distractible and as soon as she walks away from her post we slip in. I like these dressing rooms quite a bit: They're very ritzy looking and the doors go all the way to the floor, which is very important because it allows us to be somewhat discreet. My back turned to you, I slowly take off my cotton t-shirt. You notice that I didn't even bother to put a bra on to leave the house. I rectify that problem by grabbing a dainty pink lace number off of the hanger and hook it around my back. I rotate towards you, my breasts high and pale. Your approval is obvious as I gaze down at the front of your jeans. That fiery lustful look is back in your eyes and I grab your pants by the belt loops and pull your hips onto mine. Our lips meet and I slide my tongue into your mouth, trying to lure yours out. When I succeed, I tease and suck on it while your hands cup and squeeze my firm young ass. Hastily, I unbutton your jeans and pull them to the lush carpeting. I slowly lower myself to the floor, brushing my breasts up against your newly exposed cock as my knees find the ground. My smooth tongue flicks the head of your dick, making it twitch. I look up at you and smile. Your reaction is exactly what I want: You smile back, grab my hair and force yourself into my velvety mouth. One of my hands holds you in place while the other acts as an extension of my mouth. I twist my head and my hand in different directions, making you moan and you push me farther down your dick. A muffled choking noise escapes my throat and this satisfies you. Not only do you like it when I gag on your cock, you like it when I resist your attempts of putting your whole cock in my mouth. I suck on you hard; my cheeks are concave and rub over the shaft of your long dick as my tongue swirls around the head. You pull me to my feet and unfasten my pants. I wiggle out of them and force you to run your fingers over my dripping pussy lips. "Fuck me," I whisper exaltedly. Forcefully, you push me up against the cold wall of the fitting room. You raise my right leg around your left hip and I wrap my arms around you as my left leg finds your other hip. You hold me up as you thrust your cock deep inside of me. You let me drop down a little and allow most of my weight to be supported by the wall. I moan quietly, trying to keep our inappropriate tryst silent. Secretly I hope a random person has their ear pressed to our shared barrier, listening to the stifled whimpers of pleasure. Tightly, I hold you to me. My face is pressed into the curve of your neck as I bounce up and down your rigid dick. I lick the sweat from your jaw bone and kiss your ear lobe. The sticky flesh of my thighs indents under the pressure of your fingertips. I sigh heavily as your cock rubs at my gspot. My cunt constricts around you, giving you more resistance to push against. I can feel you move through me. My heightened state of arousal allows me to feel every vein of yours pulsing in my cunt. Your cock swells with every second it spends deep inside of me. I feel your dick stretch and pull delicately at my tight pussy. Moans escape my throat as I feel you spasm and empty your hot sticky cum into my waiting pussy. Your orgasm is enough to push me over the edge. Redness spreads from my breasts to cheeks as I feel the hot sting of my orgasm push through. My cunt wraps snugly around your dick as it contracts and milks you of every last drop of cum. We hold each other for a few moments after we've climaxed. I rest delicately in your arms, panting quietly. I look up into your almond eyes as I smile and giggle. Carefully, you let me lower my legs off of your hips. The carpet feels soft under my feet. For the second time that day, we get dressed. I leave the undergarments in the dressing room as I make sure our exit is safe. We dash out of the fitting rooms hand in hand. Dressing Room Delight! The weather was hot and humid, like most July days around here. The crew had just finished installing my new in-ground pool this week. The water was crystal clear, and it had taken only a couple of days for it to get warm. I put my hand in, and it felt like I had just drawn a nice, warm bath. I was anxious to try it out, but was disappointed to discover that I didn't have a decent pair of swimming trunks anywhere, so I jumped in my car to drive to the local department store to see if I could find a new pair. The heat hit me like a blast furnace when I opened the car door, and the upholstery was so hot that it hurt to touch it. I started it up and got the AC running; hot air blew from the vents for a moment, replaced by cooler air after a minute or so. The drive to town was uneventful, about 25 minutes because my place is in the country, nestled in the quiet and picturesque hills of Kentucky. Living in the country has its advantages because I can't see my nearest neighbor's house and everything is so peaceful. When I got to the department store, the pavement appeared to be moving from the little mirages created as the heat rose from surface. I hurried into the store and welcomed the coolness, thankful to be away from the sweltering heat outside. I was welcomed at the door by a well-dressed elderly lady. "May I help you with something today, sir?" she asked. I said that I was looking for a new pair of swimming trunks and she directed me to the sporting goods department. She said, "Most people would think they would be in the clothing department, but not here, management makes those tough decisions!" She gave a bit of a sarcastic grin. I thanked her and headed to sporting goods. Amidst the balls, bats, tents, and various other implements I finally spotted a couple of racks containing both men’s and women's bathing suits. I headed over and began going through the myriad sizes, shapes, and colors before finally choosing a couple of different pairs that looked interesting. Unable to find the dressing rooms, I stopped a clerk and asked where they were. He directed me to a hallway and said, pointing, "They’re at the end of this hall on the right, temporary ones until the new ones are finished out in our main showroom." He handed me a tag with the number two on it and asked me to please return it after I had finished. I asked what the tag was for and he said, "It indicates how many articles you take in with you - to prevent theft." I nodded and headed down the hall. I went to the dressing room at the end of the hall, not knowing why I passed several others that were vacant. I opened the door, stepped in, and was greeted by a quiet but audible gasp from a woman standing before me in an alluring two-piece bikini. Her back was to me as she inspected her bikini selection on the full-length mirror attached to the wall. But she turned to face me when she heard the door close behind me and I immediately recognized her. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, “Jill is that you?” Her look of shock melted away and a huge smile covered her face. "Jack - I can't believe it, I haven't seen you since college! How long has it been? Geez - almost twenty years!" My mind was spinning in twenty different directions, but I managed to say, "I can't believe it’s been that long - it's good to see you!" She was even more beautiful than when I remembered. Her dark brown eyes were complimented by her brown curly hair, which was flowing down over her shoulders to the middle of her back. I tried hard to be inconspicuous as I stared at her beautiful full and lightly tanned breasts filling the bikini bra and then some! I could tell she had only recently come into the store, because her nipples were hard and thrusting against the material from the change in temperature. I apologized for accidentally busting in on her, then turned to open the door. When I heard her say, "Going so soon, without giving me an opinion on my bikini selection?" I could hardly believe it. I turned back around and, with a wicked grin on my face, said, "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you, now would I?" My glance went from her eyes directly back to her tits. The only thing holding the top up was the tie around her neck and her hands pulling the material taut around those full globes. The other strings were hanging at her sides. She chuckled as she spoke. “What do you think? A little too much skin showing? Or am I too old to be wearing this kind of suit anymore? You know how it is, as you get older, gravity takes its toll!” I nearly choked as I felt my cock tighten in its confined quarters. Her tits were still the same as they’d been in college – full, round, and very little hint of sag. She turned again to the mirror, studying her chest. “I don’t see a thing wrong. You’ve got the breasts of a woman half your age!” I could feel my cock rising, and knew I had to get out of there in the near future before I embarrassed myself like some high school kid having to go up to the blackboard with a boner. Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and then traveled to my crotch, and she smiled. She was actually enjoying my torment! “I was thinking of maybe that one over there on the chair. It’s a little more daring, don’t you think?” I looked over at the other bathing suit, and noticed its thong panty and tiny triangles for a bra. “Yeah, definitely more daring, but you could carry it off,” I said, turning back to her. “Help me with it, will you?” She turned back to the mirror and dropped the top she was holding. Her eyes came back to mine in the mirror, wide, innocent, and with that helpless look that every man in the world knows. I picked up the tiny suit, my eyes never leaving hers in that dressing room mirror, and stood behind her. “I’d be more than happy to be of service,” I said. I took the bra top and held it in front of her, using my hands to mold the cups to her tits, just like she had done earlier. She watched my hands in the mirror, and then looked deep in my eyes as I spoke. “This one doesn’t cover as much,” I said, “but it makes it easier to take off and tan topless, so you won’t have to worry about any of those nasty tan lines.” My hands moved to cup her tits first through the material, then under it, roaming over her nipples as her breath came in a soft gasp. Both nipples were pinched between my thumbs and forefingers, first lightly, then with increasing pressure, until she gave a slight but audible moan. I ground my crotch into her ass. She reached behind her and felt my hardening prick through my shorts, then turned and began undoing my belt and zipper. As her hand found my hard flesh, her soft touch caused my groin to tingle deep inside my balls. She started to say something, but I pressed a finger to her lips. Smiling, I said, "Sshhhhh." She nodded, and smiled in approval. I ran the tip of my finger around her lips and then slipped it into her mouth. I felt her bite down gently and then flick my finger with her tongue while softly sucking on it. This caused my cock to go from semi-hard to rock solid in a matter of seconds. She pulled me in closer while continuing to suck on my finger and I could feel her hard nipples pressing firmly against me now. I reached up and took a nipple in my hand and pinched it with just enough pressure to cause erotic pain. With her nipple still in my fingers I bent over and swept her curly brown hair from her shoulders and began to gently kiss her neck and earlobe. Her hand was rubbing my fully erect member, even though I was still in my shorts, and my erection was becoming painful. I slid my free hand to her crotch and touched the bikini material that covered her now swollen and throbbing pussy lips. The material was soaking wet with the moisture from her love mound. I pulled the elastic material to the side, just enough so that I can slip my fingers between it and her soft wet pussy. I traced my finger along her lips, letting her wetness cover my fingers, and then took them out and tasted the honey from her hot cunt. She gasped with pleasure to see me tasting her, knowing that it wouldn't end with me simply licking her juice from my fingers. I pulled her bikini panties down to her ankles and then stooped down to help her remove them over the sandals that she still wore on her feet. I was now face to face with a perfectly trimmed patch of hair that glistened with her wetness. I quickly brushed her clothing off the chair, and then sat her down and she instinctively spread her legs open, revealing what I was dying to taste. Still on my knees from helping her remove her panties, I moved to her spread legs and touched the outer lips of her pussy with my tongue and her hips jerked with approval. She reach down with her hands and spread the lips of her moist cunt open for me to taste the sweetness within. I pushed my tongue forward and felt it part her inner lips and slide into her love canal. She then grabbed my head and pulled my face hard into her crotch, forcing my tongue deep inside her. I ran my tongue in and out of her, tongue-fucking her, and her hips kept time with my strokes. My tongue then found its way to the top of her slit and I could feel her swollen clit, which I took in to my mouth and began to suck and lick. I knew she was cumming when her hips began to buck wildly and she forced herself into my face and darting tongue. Her orgasm came quick and hard and I could taste her love juice gushing into my mouth, making her pussy even wetter than before. She looked at me with a satisfied smile on her face and said, "Stand up for me now." I did as she asked and she leaned forward and with one fluid motion she had my pants to my ankles and my shorts willingly went with them. My cock sprang forward from its prison, glistening with pre-cum and rock hard. She cupped my balls in her hand, squeezing them gently. She looked up at me and licked her lips, taking her tongue from one side to the other very slowly. I thought I was going to cum right there on the spot, but she circled her fingers around the base of my cock and squeezed. She brought her lips to the head of my cock and kissed my head, her lips now coated with my precum. She then turned her head and nibbled along the length of my shaft, flicking her tongue and licking as she went up and down. When she got back to the head of my cock, she slipped it in her mouth, and I watched my cock disappear into her moist, lipstick red, lips. It seemed to take forever, but all too soon I felt my cockhead touch the back of her throat. She then reversed the process and began pulling my cock back out of her mouth, only to stop at the head and start over. After a couple of minutes she was fucking my cock with her mouth at an unbelievable pace and I was holding the back of her head and thrusting my hips forward to shove myself deep into her mouth. I knew I couldn't take much more of this as I felt my toes tingling and my legs beginning to shake. My balls were mixing up a load of cum that I could feel traveling up the shaft of my rock hard cock. Sensing this I tried to pull my cock out of her mouth, but she could sense the same thing and reach her arms around my hips and pulled my cock deeper into her mouth. I could feel the first shot of cum rocket out of the head of my cock and instantly splash against the back of her throat and I felt her swallow hard, barely enough time for her to receive the next rush of jism. One hand kept working the length of my shaft while the other coaxed my balls to produce every last drop. The cum continued to spurt from my cock, filling her mouth to the point that it was leaking from the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. She hungrily swallowed all that I had to offer and then licked her lips to clean up what was left. She held my cock in her hand and milked every drop of cum from me; licking each bead as it she squeezed it from my softening member. She stood up and we kissed deeply, our tongues wrapped around one another's and our now naked bodies pressed against each other. I wondered how long we had been in that dressing room together, but somehow it just didn't matter; we were oblivious to everything but the presence of our bodies touching. After a few moments of kissing, she bent to her knees and her face was inches away from my flaccid cock. She began to lick my dick and rub my balls lightly; taking my cock back into her mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop. I could hardly believe it but my cock was responding to her treatment and was getting hard again. Satisfied that my cock was sufficiently hard, she stood up and put a foot on the chair, widening the stance of her other foot. I knew exactly what she wanted and I was more that willing to accommodate her wishes. I brought the head of my cock up to her pussy, which was still soaking wet and hot. She reached down and took my cock and rubbed it on her pussy lips and across her clit several times. I could tell that feeling my head rubbing her wet mound was arousing her. She pulled my cock toward the opening of her cunt and I pushed my hips slightly and felt the head enter inside of her wet hole. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my head while the rest of my shaft was cool in contrast. Then, with her groan muffled in my shoulder, she lowered her hips downward and the entire length of my shaft, burying myself deep inside her with one quick thrust. With my cock buried deep in her, I bent toward her breast, took her nipple in my mouth, and bit at the base of it, nibbling out to the tip. I knew she approved and I could feel her flexing her muscles deep within her pussy to fuck my cock without me pumping in her. After enjoying the feeling of my balls against her ass and my shaft surrounded by her, I begin to rhythmically pump my cock in her love hole. After just a couple of thrusts I was ramming my cock deep in and out of her and her feet were practically coming off the floor with each up-stroke. She matched my movement and kept perfect time with my thrusts. I could feel her orgasm coming on, which excited me and caused me shoot a hot load of cum deep inside her pussy. Her cum was streaming down my cock, soaking my balls with our juices. Our orgasms were in perfect harmony together and we gave everything that was in the both of us. We lay there, sprawled across the chair, her hair in our faces and breathing like we’d run a mile. I kissed her, and felt my cock slide out of her slippery pussy. She sat up and smiled. The cum was drooling down the inside of her leg as she stood up, and she tried to wipe it up with her panties. I looked for my shorts, but she stopped me. “One more thing,” she said, and knelt between my thighs once more. She took my now limp cock in her hand and began to lick it, sucking off the cum we had both left behind. “Mmmmmmmmmmm,” she said, and smiled. She didn’t even bother putting on her panties, but stuffed them in her purse, and walked out the door. I followed a few minutes later, and handed the clerk my number two. “How did they work out for you, sir?” he asked, and I had to smile. “They were both great, but I think the second one was the best.” I answered with a goofy grin on my face. “Funny,” he said. “That’s what the lady who just left said too.” Dressing Room Delights By Dawn & Linda Note to readers. The authors of this story met, electronically, through Literotica. We became friends even though we have never met. We decided to write this story together by writing alternating sections. For this reason it might read a bit choppy in places - we hope you'll forgive any problems that remain. Regardless, we had fun writing it, and we really hope you'll have fun reading it. Also - much of it happened! Can you guess which parts are real? Dawn & Linda ***** Pam had the day off so she went with her girlfriend Dawn to shop at the mall. But first they got lunch at the food court. As they ate Pam stared at Dawn with teasing, "fuck me" eyes that made Dawn wet. Then Pam tortured Dawn by rubbing her foot up and down on Dawn's leg while running her tongue over her lips. Not caring that they were in public. Pam only smiled when she heard Dawn whimper. Then lunch was over and Pam hopped up, grabbed Dawn's arm, said "let's go," and off they went. On the hunt. Dawn, however, had not recovered from Pam's teasing, and was just a bit dizzy. She whispered to Pam about the effect she was having on her. "You're a bad girl for teasing me like that when I can't do anything about it. Just wait until we get home." Pam laughed, squeezed Dawn's hand tighter and gave her a little kiss on her nose. With that simple kiss Dawn really wanted to leave the mall, but then she came up with a different plan. She led Pam into a store she knew well. They looked through clothes and, after finding a couple of outfits to try on, headed for the dressing rooms. The dressing rooms were really nice. Each had a solid door and a nice long bench, and was very private. Dawn also noticed that no one else seemed to be around, and got to thinking... it would be so hot to fuck her love right in the dressing room! Pam entered a dressing room and tried on an outfit. Dawn was waiting outside. Pam opened it to show her outfit -she had on a light tan colored peasant blouse, kind of a gauze material, with a denim skirt and boots. Dawn flooded her panties on the spot, cringed, groaned and said, "Omg you're so beautiful." Pam's smile made Dawn push her inside the dressing room. Dawn shut the door and kissed Pam as she pushed her against the wall. Pam tried to resist, but it wasn't long before she was kissing Dawn back. Dawn's hands roamed over Pam's body, up and down, everywhere. As she kissed her on the neck and shoulders. Dawn told Pam how gorgeous she was and much she wanted her, but Pam replied, "We can't. Not in here. Let's go home. Please..." Dawn said no one would know what they were doing if they were quiet, which made them both laugh. Because each knew that they were much too passionate for silent lovemaking. Dawn kissed Pam again. After more kissing Dawn unbuttoned her pants and took Pam's hand and put it inside them so Pam could feel how wet she had made her. When Pam felt the flood between Dawn's legs, she groaned into their kiss. She knew Dawn needed her. And when Dawn needed her, Pam obeyed. Pam nervously looked around and then started moving her hand against Dawn's wet and throbbing pussy, making her sigh into her lover's mouth. The feeling of Pam's fingers playing through Dawn's slippery slit was incredible. Pam took her hand and pushed under her own skirt, sliding her panties to the side so Dawn would touch her. Each became even wetter, and both quickly found a rhythm for the other. At first each rubbed all around each other's pussy. Then each started finger fucking the other. They kept their lips together to help swallow any sounds they made. They grew more and more frantic, partly because of where they were and partly because they were so hot for each other. Their hips were thrusting into each other's hands and their mouths were devouring each other. Dawn's free hand grabbed Pam's rear and pulled it tighter against her, and Pam knew she was going to come shortly. Dawn rubbed Pam's clit harder and then fingered her deeper, ordering her to "come with me." Both women gasped for breath and kissed frantically, grinding into each other when they felt it coming. Dawn told her love she was going to come when she felt Pam's pussy grip her fingers tightly, and Dawn felt the explosion hit. Dawn whimpered into Pam's mouth, "I love you" and everything went white as she squeezed her tight. Dawn then felt Pam moaning and Dawn's fingers were suddenly covered in delicious honey. They stood there for a minute, just holding each other as they tried to calm down. Pam whispered, "I love you too" as she removed her hand from under Dawn's skirt, licked her fingers, and then kissed Dawn deeply. "Go down on me," instructed Dawn. Pam smiled and knelt. She always obeyed her lover. She removed enough of Dawn's clothes so she could tongue her. She found Dawn's clit and started to lick her. It didn't take long for Dawn to come, much louder than when the two girls had rubbed on each other. But Dawn wanted more, and Pam was more than happy to oblige... However, just because the girls hadn't seen any other women, they were wrong to think that the other dressing rooms were empty. In fact, Linda was in the next dressing room, deep in thought, trying to decide between a number of outfits. When she heard the sounds. The sounds of a woman in ecstasy! At first Linda thought that a woman was jilling next door to her, and she tried her best to ignore it. Then Linda decided it was a girl and her boyfriend - that a guy had snuck into the women's' dressing rooms! Linda thought to herself that he clearly was a much better stud than Linda's lame excuse for a boyfriend, who could barely excite her. But then it became clear that it was two girls! Two girls driving each other crazy! Linda couldn't believe it. All she could think was, "Shame on those girls." It just wasn't right, on so many levels. First of all, girls shouldn't have sex with other girls, period. Everyone knew it was immoral, wrong, perverted. They were sinful homosexual queers! She had been told this in church many times. Second, no one should have sex a store dressing room. Couldn't they control themselves until they got home? They were like animals! That's what lesbians were - nothing but immoral animals! As Dawn and Pam became more and more vocal, Linda found their moans impossible to ignore. Finally, Linda decided she had to put a stop to it. She would find the source of the moans and give the girls a piece of her mind. Linda would tell the girls she had heard their perversions, and that they were sinners and should stop. It was wrong. Simply wrong. But then Linda thought to herself that any girls who would have sex with other girls were horrible and crazy perverts. Who know what such depraved people would do to her? Maybe they would laugh at her and continue? Hit her? Rape her? Linda decided she would take that chance - for the sake of decency and morality they simply had to be stopped! It was easy for Linda to locate the offending dressing room, so she knocked on its door. But there was no response. Linda decided the girls must be so involved in their animal-like sex that they didn't hear her. So she pushed on the door - and felt the latch snap (evidentially it wasn't made very well). Linda opened it. And saw something she had never in her life seen. Not even close. Pam was kneeling on the floor, eating Dawn. And fondling her breasts. Dawn's head was tilted back and she clearly was in ecstasy. Linda froze. A thousand thoughts went through her mind at once. But not the thoughts she had heard in Church. "So that's what a girl looks like when she's about to come...I guess that's what a girl does when she's enjoying herself... that kneeling girl really knows how to eat another girl... and she seems to enjoy doing it... I wonder whether girls are better at eating other girls?" A thousand thoughts. But nothing that she had learned in church. Linda also felt jealous. Because in all her life, she'd never come. As Linda watched she thought about how she'd let a number of men fuck her, but she'd never enjoyed it. She also had blown a bunch of men, but she'd never enjoyed herself the way the kneeling girl seemed to be enjoying herself. A few of the men had briefly eaten her, but it wasn't like what the kneeling girl was doing. Not even close. Linda couldn't help but think, "I wish my boyfriend would eat me like that." Linda decided it wasn't fair at all! She'd let all kinds of men fuck her however they liked, and she'd blown them all, but she'd never really enjoyed any of it! But these girls clearly were having the time of their lives! And they didn't even have to put up with a selfish man and their yucky dicks. Let alone with the Church and its preaching that all sex outside of marriage was wrong, especially same-sex lovemaking. It just wasn't fair! As Linda stared, she realized she was getting wet! She thought to herself, "No, stop thinking they're hot. You're straight. They're sinners. You're just watching them. You're a good girl because you let men do whatever they want to you. But those girls sure do look like they're enjoying it. NNNOOO!! Stop thinking these impure thoughts, Linda. It's not really sexy - it only looks sexy. It's wrong, perverted. Don't even think that girl/girl sex is OK. Interrupt them and tell them to stop!" Linda stood in front of the door, crossed her arms, and was about to give the girls a piece of her mind when she heard Dawn come. The moan made Linda freeze in her tracks. None of her boyfriends ever made her moan that way. Not even close! Linda could see Pam trying as hard as she could to please Dawn, and she could also see Dawn's juices flowing from her. Linda stared at Dawn's beautiful face and could almost feel her pleasure. Linda also felt herself getting turned on. "No, no, this can't be turning me on! It's wrong." Involuntarily Linda put her hand on her crotch. When she saw what she had done she pulled her hand away. And then put it back. And then Dawn saw her. She could see how hard Linda's hand was working her pussy (albeit over her clothing). Dawn said something to Pam who was still kneeling in front of her. Pam stopped what she was doing and they both approached Linda, who was breathing heavily. Linda caught her breath. "What are you two doing?" Linda asked, despite the obvious answer to her question. "Girls should not be having sex with each other, especially not in a dressing room! It's wrong! You need to find a man to fuck you, and you should do it at home. And submit to him quietly, because that's the way a women is supposed to do it with a man." Dawn advanced until she stood in front of Linda, and said, "If you really feel that way, why are you so excited by what you saw? Why did you watch us for so long and rub on yourself? You know you want to try doing it with a girl. Or are you afraid you'll like girls too much?" Linda gasped. "No. I'm not like you at all. I don't do it with girls. Only with dicks... with guys." Dawn laughed and said they were going to see whether Linda really meant it. Dawn stepped towards Linda and put on a commanding tone. "I'm going to kiss you. But I'll stop after one kiss if you tell me to." Before Linda could react Dawn grabbed the back of her head and forced their lips together. Dawn's lips pressed softly, and then harder into Linda's, who tried to break off the kiss. But Dawn held her and wouldn't let her go. After a few more seconds of kissing Linda stopped resisting, and then started to relax. Then she simply let Dawn kiss her. After a long time Dawn asked, "Do you want me to stop?" Instead of replying Linda started to return the kiss. Linda spread her lips and felt Dawn's tongue enter her mouth. Linda thought to herself, "My God, I've never felt a kiss like this. Who knew that a kiss could be like this? My whole body feels like it's on fire." Linda also could feel the wetness building between her legs. Suddenly Linda felt Pam squeezing and massaging her breasts. When Pam's fingers brushed over her nipples, Linda moaned into Dawn's mouth. Linda first resisted a bit, but the way the girls were making her feel quickly broke down her resistance. Soon Linda stopped pretending she didn't like it. Linda felt her blouse being opened and her pants being undone. Again she tried to resist, but when Pam pulled her bra cups down and took hold of Linda's nipples and began to lick and suck them, Linda's knees buckled. A sound she never made before left her lips. "Should we stop?" Pam asked, knowing the answer, but Linda said nothing. Linda felt her pants being slid down her legs, and now she gave in to her growing lust. Dawn stood in front of her, kissing her, while at the same time her hands were all over Linda's breasts. Linda felt her panties being pulled aside, and felt the sudden coolness of air hitting her wet, hot pussy. She closed her eyes and continued to kiss Dawn, and when she felt Pam's first lick on her pussy, she cried out into Dawn's mouth and wrapped her arms around Dawn to keep from collapsing. Pam relished eating Linda's sweet honey, and jilled herself while she was doing it. Linda's pussy was especially sweet to Pam because, although not virgin in the usual sense of the term, it was virgin in that no woman had ever tongued her there before. Pam's tongue was everywhere, sliding through all of Linda's folds and inside her hot and silky tunnel. Pam then took Linda's clit in her mouth, and smiled when she felt Linda tremble and heard Dawn swallowing her screams. Linda's mind was racing. Never before had she felt anything so good! None of her boyfriends had ever eaten her like this on those few occasions when they perfunctorily tried. Lind felt her body begin to tremble when she felt Pam move her tongue over her clit, then back down inside her, then back to sucking her clit. It was all too much, and with the combination of all the clit action and Dawn kissing her and pinching her nipples and squeezing her tits, she knew she was going to come very soon. Pam continued her rhythm of back and forth tonguing, devouring Linda's pussy. She would have loved to do this for hours, but she knew they were in a place that was time sensitive, and they would have to leave soon. Pam decided it was time for Linda to come. She signaled Dawn that it was time, and as Pam sucked Linda's clit harder, she also slid a finger inside Linda's pussy. Dawn squeezed Linda's nipples while she kissed her even more passionately. The girls continued this more and more frantically, and then Linda felt it coming. For the first time ever! Pam was eating her clit while Dawn was manipulating her nipples and kissing her, and Linda could barely breathe. She could feel her orgasm ready to hit her like a moving freight train. Linda's body froze, and then she began to tremble all over as she came. Both girls held onto her as her entire body contracted and convulsed. As Linda screamed with pleasure they held her up and kept her orgasm lasting longer. Linda's body shook with each wave of ecstasy that washed over her. After it passed Linda was motionless as Dawn kissed her and Pam fixed her panties and then the rest of her clothes. Linda reflected that she never even knew that anyone could come like this! After several minutes Linda finally started to breathe normally - the breathing of a changed woman. A new woman. A real woman. Pam and Dawn each gave her a tender kiss and said that they were delighted to have initiated her. Linda still couldn't believe what just happened, but the smile that crept over her face showed that she didn't regret it! Not one bit. She even thought about how much she wanted this to happen again, and about how she had to get rid of her useless boyfriend. They all straightened their clothes while listening whether the coast was clear. The three girls started to leave the dressing room, wondering whether anyone had heard them. As they passed through the row of dressing rooms, they suddenly heard a woman clap from behind a closed door! Startled and a bit embarrassed, the three paused for a second. Then another woman started to clap, and exclaim, "Thanks so much! Best come I've had in years!" Then the first girl added, "Best come I've EVER had. I sure wish I'd been the girl in the middle." Pam decided to take charge. "Please open the door of your dressing rooms, ladies." The doors opened and two pretty young women emerged. Pam turned to the first one. "Kiss her," Pam commanded, gesturing towards the second girl. "And then decide whether you want to go further. I'm betting you will. And I'm also betting - no, I'm sure - that it'll be the best decision you'll ever make." The two women were so turned on by what they had heard that they stared at one another, but both were afraid to move. Pam went to them and gently pushed them towards each other. Pam gently pushed their heads closer, and slowly their lips met. First in a light, tentative kiss, and then came a more passionate kiss. Then they wrapped their arms around one another and kissed intensely and sensuously. Satisfied at seeing the women kissing and embracing, Pam smiled. She knew that nature would take its course and they were on a path towards sexual happiness. Pam and Dawn exchanged phone numbers with Linda and then left the store. When Pam and Dawn got to their car they both giggled, and then doubled over with laughter. They couldn't believe what they had done! They both agreed that it was incredibly hot and they would do it again. As they drove home they talked about finding someone to fix up with Linda. "How about Sue? She'd be perfect for Linda. I bet they'd really hit it off!" "You're right - Sue. I'll call her right now." Epilogue, one year later: Pam & Dawn and Linda & Sue had a double wedding. Dressing Room Dream It's your average busy Saturday at a downtown Manhattan Hollister. People coming and going, browsing more than buying of course. I'm currently stationed at the annoying post of opening up dressing room doors for customers who don't understand why I need a count of what they are bringing in there. I'm playing around on my phone when I notice one of our "regulars" walk into the front door. She's around 19 years old and loves to try on clothes, but rarely buys anything. We have exchanged few words, mainly "hello" or "third door on your right", all of the normal stuff a clerk would say to a customer. Little does she know I watch her with great enthusiasm each time because I frequently masturbate to the thought of her hard body riding my dick. She's around 5'5" and a tight little package. Her eyes can hold anyone's gaze and stop an elephant in their tracks and her lips are full and luscious; kissing her must feel like kissing a cloud. I can only imagine, and I have, her lips wrapped around my hard cock or sucking on my neck while she jerks me off. I can even imagine she would be sought after by the ladies with her soft lips, she could gently kiss a woman on her inner thigh working her way up to the wet mound of a pussy and ever so slightly plant her lips on the exposed clit. Today she is wearing a cute little tank top exposing her perfect perky C cup tits for everyone to see. I always pretend she dresses up just for me and has matching bra and panties on she knows I love. As she struts around the store her tits bounce ever so slightly causing my dick to twitch, I can't wait for her to hit the dressing rooms so I can get a better look. As if she knew I watch her every time she comes in she is also wearing a short little black pleated skirt. Although the skirt is fairly short to begin with it sits higher up in the back because of her perfectly tight and round ass. What I would give to just reach out and grab it. As if she can hear my thoughts she bends over ever so slightly in my direct line of view for a shirt on the bottom rack. This causes her skirt to rise just enough that I get a private showing of the tight ass I yearn for. At this point I'm working with a dick at half-mast in my pants and worrying about other people seeing the bulge in my pants. I realize that I don't even know her name although she has screamed out mine within my fantasies many times. She walks past the racks that are on the sides of her in slow motion and I watch her every step as she draws closer to me. She stops abruptly and just near enough that I can smell her perfume freshening the air. Because I'm so deep in a daydream I notice her lips moving to say, "can you help me, please?". The reality of my job hits me in the face and I come to, slowly counting her items and showing her to her room. It's a tight squeeze between the wall and the door, so upon opening the door she moves into the doorway lightly pushing up against me. She brushes her perky breasts up against my chest and lets out an "oopphh" as she squeezes by. I have to catch my breath for a minute before coming out of the dressing room and give my lower half the chance to calm down. I head back to my post to go over all the events that just took place. Before I can even start daydreaming again another girl just as cute wearing shorts and a tank asks me, "did my friend come in here?" She begins to describe the girl I have been lusting over who is currently in room five. Her friend walks past me and to my surprise opens room five to join her friend, guess I'll never truly understand women. Shortly after I hear over the loud speaker that the store will be closing in thirty minutes. I stand there and watch as most of the customers leave and the only customer now in my section is in room 5. I walk to the back to inform the girls they are now on a time limit. I get to their door and right before I'm about to knock I hear kissing. Obviously I'm not sure at first, but then I lean in a little more and can hear the girl's soft moans and whispers of little sexy nothings. I'm so close to the dressing room door that I don't realize my shoes are now visible on the other side. All of a sudden all noise ceases from inside the room, then I hear a quick back and forth and the door creaks open. The girl I have been sexually pining after is standing there in matching bra and panties, her body just as curvy as I had hoped and imagined. Her olive toned skin, beautiful cleavage, wide hips, and strong legs all there for me to see putting me quickly into a speechless trance. Lucky for me she wants to do anything but talk and takes one look at the growing erection in my pants pulling me in to the room and locking the door behind. I now notice her friend standing there in only her panties. Around the same height, but with a skinner frame, lighter complexion, and a full B cup. Her friend holds my gaze as the dream girl saunters over placing her hands on her hips and pulls in to plant those luscious lips on hers. They stand there running their soft hands along each other's bodies seemingly forgetting I am even in the same room as them. After a while the girl of my dreams sits down on the bench and forcefully pulls her friend down in between her legs. Her friends slips the panties off her perfectly toned olive skinned legs and starts kissing, licking, and rubbing. The entire time this is happening my beauty has one hand planted firmly on her friends head and eyes locked with mine in a way I can only describe as domineering. "Disrobe" are the only words her pouty mouth utters and I'm awkwardly stripping down to nothing. As I stand there I cannot resist the urge to touch myself while watching everything in front of me. This appears to please her as she closes her eyes to fully enjoy the tongue between her legs, softly moaning and pulling on her friend's hair. At this point I am stunned into doing anything other than standing there with my rock hard cock in my hand enjoying what I am seeing. My primal side is attempting to take over and urging me forward, but something seems so intimate between these two that I can't bring myself to interject. Right around the time I am internally debating on whether I should finish myself off or not my dream girl pushes her friend away, stands up, and motions for me to sit down. Still pretty much in a stunned state I walk over and do as I'm told. Without skipping a beat she faces away from me and slowly slides herself on to my cock, moaning softly all the while. With my legs slightly spread to accommodate her wide hips and shapely behind she plants her hands on to my knees and begins gyrating slowly. Her friend is now on her knees kissing her passionately touching each other all over. After what I assume was a warm up she then begins to thrust her hips back and forth arching her back with each movement putting herself in more of an upright position. Her friend now at the wrong height for her lips begins playing with her perky C cup tits and using her tongue to circle and stimulate her nipples. This whole ordeal is happening in relative silence with the girl on top of me making the softest but most primal moans I have ever heard. Dream girl, now officially worked up to her max leans forward putting most of her weight on her feet and starts bouncing up and down fucking herself on my cock. I watch as her perfect ass rides up and down only making me that much harder, but bringing me that much closer to climax. At the same time her friend is now sitting down watching and playing with her own sopping wet pussy. We make eye contact a few times, but for the most part my gaze stays on the olive toned mound rising and falling before me. All of a sudden my dream girl sits straight up and let's out the loudest moan yet, shudders, and slowly gyrates her hips in a circle before raising herself off of me. Turning around and noticing my still erect cock she motions her friend toward me and my situation. She grabs her tits and pushes them together only saying "right here is fine". I grab my own cock and finish myself off while my dream girl is slowly and deliberately dressing in front of me. I cum with a powerful load right on her friends tits as my gaze is locked with hers. My fantasy girl tosses her friend her clothes and she quickly gets dressed. I'm sitting there still on the bench as they walk out of the room with residual ooze still coming out of my slowly softening dick. I hear the final "the store is now closing" announcement wondering if what just happened was real. Dressing Room Encounter When shopping at an upscale department store Rachel found a golden opportunity. The hottest woman from her sorority in college, Andrea, had just ducked into a changing room. Nearly three years before, Rachel had a massive crush on the other woman. Tall, busty and a former cheerleader, Andrea was the kind of statuesque blonde that stars in movies, turns heads and marries as wealthy as she wants. It all started one night near the end of senior year. After several years of contemplating coming out to her friends, Rachel had the courage to tell a few people. But, she had a crush on Andrea and didn't want the other woman to re-interpret her behavior. One Friday night, they were playing truth or dare, and Andrea had ended up with a dare. Somehow, another friend had persuaded Andrea to kiss Rachel. In the end, it wasn't just a kiss they shared. "Kiss me," Rachel said, playfully. She crooked a finger at the taller blonde girl and smiled. "You took dare, not truth, so pucker up, baby." Somehow, the banter came easily, even though her heart was pounding. The tequila shots helped, and Rachel just brazenly asked her best friend and crush to kiss her. "Come on," Rachel continued, leaning forward and tilting her head, "It's just a game." Andrea smiled then and leaned in, placing one hand on top of the other woman's as she did. With her head tilted down, she covered the smaller woman's face with her long blonde hair and slid her lips, briefly, against her friends. Then after a brief hesitation, she slid her pink tongue out, surprising Rachel for a moment before she responded in earnest. Slipping her tongue out to quickly caress the blonde's pink lips, Rachel started to kiss her friend passionately, probing her mouth with gusto. Andrea, taken a bit by surprise, allowed the other woman to explore freely and just let her tongue hold still. Moments passed as Rachel continued to kiss her best friend, with their other two friends watching and giggling even louder. Andrea took no notice of their laughter but started to kiss Rachel back, raising a hand to wrap around the smaller woman's head. Holding her long black hair, Andrea continued kissing her, tilting her head, flicking her tongue and playing with the other woman. Their kiss lasted several minutes, while eventually, the other two girls just stared, getting excited themselves. Andrea could barely believe what they were doing, but it felt so good, so natural, that she kept going long after putting the, "Dare," out of her mind. Exploring her friend's mouth, tasting her sweet, soft lips was unlike anything the blonde expected. While she heard rumors that Rachel might be bisexual or lesbian, it never occurred to her that the other woman might be interested in her. Sure, Andrea had tons of attention from men. But never before had she been so close to a woman who might find her attractive in a non platonic sense. For her, the idea was just foreign. Not a bad idea but just one where Andrea had never given it any real thought, one way or another. Kissing Rachel, in those minutes, made her question a great many things about her own sexuality. Rachel, unfortunately, broke the kiss and was feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Heart pounding, she looked into her friend's eyes and then at her other friends, swallowing hard. "Well," she said, breathing hard, chest rising underneath her tight cotton top. "Impressive. Okay, so who's turn is it now?" Looking around, anywhere but at her friend, Rachel tried to reconcile what just happened and not give away her completely hard nipples. Poking through her bra, on display for anybody to see, she was wearing arousal like a thick perfume. Only, after the sudden split, Andrea felt less confused and slightly hurt, though for no reason she could really name. For a minute, the idea of exploring with her friend, of doing something most straight women would never try, seemed like a good idea. Then when Rachel pulled away, Andrea told herself that she had imagined it and that Rachel wasn't interested in her, only playing the game. How wrong the blonde would never know until three years later. While out shopping in a local boutique, she was getting some special lingerie to entertain a guy she had just started dating. None of her relationships had lasted, and it was almost a year since she lost touch with any of her college friends, except for one, Susan. She had not seen Rachel since graduation, despite their being Facebook friends and still living in the same city. Their social lives had drifted apart, mostly because Rachel had started acting odd around the other woman. Meanwhile, Andrea's first real boyfriend moved in with her after graduation while he finished medical school, and Andrea didn't have time for a lot of things in her life, including some of her former friendships. Not only that, but the dramatic breakup with her boyfriend that followed a year after graduation, moving in with her parents for a while and changing jobs had rocked Andrea's universe like nothing else. Having been used to so many people, men and women, just doing what she wanted, the professional world, where she couldn't always trade on her looks, made for a difficult transition. Doing well for a while and just starting to date a new guy, she felt her lift was on track once more for the first time in years. The lingerie department was upscale and her first big, fun purchase to splurge and say, "I'm worth it," since being on her own. That late June, Rachel was walking towards the dressing room where she just saw Andrea enter, when she could not help herself. She followed the other woman up to the door, then almost knocked. Instead, she looked around and took a deep breath. After she changed out of her clothes, Andrea was just about to put on this sexy black mini skirt and tube top to try them on. Normally, her bust, 36c, is hard to find a fit at any size, even though Andrea stood only five feet six. Lost in the act of folding her pants, she didn't notice the door open. In walked a shorter woman, five three, with long black hair and a sheer blouse on over a small black mini-skirt. She quickly locked the door and stripped out of her blouse before noticing the other woman standing there, clad in lacy black satin underwear, blue eyes wide. Her long blonde hair was pulled over one shoulder and she stood there, staring at the intruder, until she finished taking off her own blouse and kicking her heels to the side. "Excuse me?" Andrea asked, embarrassed and frustrated. She'd never had somebody barge into a dressing room before, in all her twenty-five years. The few times something close to this had been where the other person blushed and shut the door. Looking startled, the shorter Asian woman glanced over and saw Andrea standing there, pink nipples growing hard underneath her lacy black bra. Stunned, she looked at Andrea as if she was from another planet, or simply couldn't be real. Three years later, and her friend's body was as lovely, or even more so, than before. Not knowing what else to say and already clad only in her mini-skirt, the Asian woman stuck out her hand, "I'm Rachel." Confused, Andrea took the other woman's hand and shook it, not sure if she was being pranked or what was happening. "Nice to see you, I guess," she said, quickly disengaging the handshake as quickly as she could. "Why are you here?" "Trying on clothes," Rachel said, giggling. "I didn't expect to find such an attractive blonde in here though, I thought it was empty. And I certainly didn't expect to see one I know!" "Did you knock?" "Nope, just tried the handle." Rachel leaned forward, stepping uncomfortably close to Andrea, even in the large changing room. "You have amazing nipples, by the way." "What?" "Your nipples," Rachel said, smiling, showing her pearly white teeth and naughtiest smile. "Near as I can tell, you have beautiful aureolas," she continued. "Even if I didn't like women, I'd be tempted," she said, reaching out casually towards Andrea's chest. Andrea could not believe the other woman barged in, said she was lesbian or bi and was only an inch away from getting to second base. Normally if she was drunk, another hot woman like Rachel coming on to her would be flattering, and perhaps she'd consider kissing or making out. The truth or dare game flashed through her mind, along with the rumors, and she got confused. Irritated. "What do you think you are doing?" She finally demanded, making no move to step back but also enjoying the feeling, despite the awkwardness, of the other woman's fingers on her nipples. "Why, I think I'm hitting on you," Rachel said, laughing softly. "These are amazing," she said, "And I know they are real. Wow." She paused, looking up into Andrea's blue eyes, her brown, slanted orbs intense. "I'd love to see them," she said. "Please? I've wanted to see them, to touch them, for years." Without saying another word, Andrea reached back and removed her bra, too tempted to not let the incredibly hot Asian woman at least touch her. She let the pink bra fall to the side and slid her hands up her sides, shivering, wondering how far she would go. Rachel reached out and grabbed her hands before they got to her breasts and slid them over her own shoulders. "Here," she said, leaning forward. Grabbing the taller blonde's breast, she whispered, "These are beautiful," squeezing even harder. "You are so sexy." Flicking her tongue out, Rachel licked the blonde's stiff pink rosebud, red lips shinning in the fluorescent light. The blonde's knees wobbled as the other woman started to flick her nipple, the wet, warm sensation seeming to drive electric shocks all the way through her toes with each flick of the woman's tongue. "You're not leaving this booth," Rachel said, "Until I've tasted you." Andrea could not believe the confidence in the smaller, petite woman's voice. Shivering, she started to lose any remaining inhibitions, feeling the other woman's soft, delicate lips caressing, sucking on her nipple drove any notion of rationality far from her mind. Moving her hands up to Rachel's silky black hair, she pulled the other woman's head tightly against her chest, trying to stifle the moan the threatened to escape her lips. Inwardly, she felt herself grow weak in the knees and her legs started to buckle as the Asian woman's skilled lips and tongue moved from one nipple to the other. "Oh," Andrea finally blurted, low and husky. "Mmm," she said, "That feels so good." She tried to keep her voice a whisper but the words seemed to hang in the air, louder than she expected. Feeling the blonde's hands wrap themselves into her long black hair, Rachel could not believe her luck. Today was not the first time she had fantasized about being in a dressing room with another hot woman but it was the first time she had ever tried such a bold move. She licked and sucked each nipple in turn, loving the texture of Andrea's soft, pink nipples against her mouth. The saliva she was drooling across the other woman's chest left a wet, shiny trail in between her breasts. The sight and sound of the other woman's moans, soft as they were, drove Rachel wild with lust. She started to kiss the other woman's collarbone, moving her lips up to the blonde's exposed earlobe. Nibbling softly, she bit Andrea's earlobe, careful not to bite the gold earring. "I'm not sure I can do this without screaming," she said, licking down the other woman's neck, shivering as she did. "However, it's been too long since I've had a woman underneath me and I simply can't let you go." "Oh?" The blonde asked, arching her back, pushing her panty clad center harder against the Asian woman as she started to slide her tongue further down her tight, toned stomach. "If you can't let me go, then you'll have to have your way with me." Rachel hardly heard the last thing the blonde said, so caught up in the mesmerizing sight of the other woman's belly button ring. She looked at it for a long moment, licking and biting the tender, pale flesh around her belly button before moving down. With one hand, she gently pushed the taller woman, who sat back abruptly, feeling the hard, cheap bench collide with her bottom in a not gentle fashion. Leaning down, Rachel looked into the other woman's brown eyes, gauging her desire. Feeling her own center heat up, she leaned in further, pressing her red lips against the blonde's pink ones in a long, soft kiss. Parting her lips, she gently slid her mouth against the other woman's, sliding her tongue out after a moment. Licking, she slid her tongue and lip together against the blonde's mouth, her saliva drenching their chins. Hungry, she slid her right hand down to Andrea's left breast and started to play with her nipple again. The pin nub grew even more stiff, at which point, the Asian woman slid her tongue back down the blonde's chest so she could suck on the tiny, erect nub. Feeling her tongue slide down the other woman's chest sent a tingle in between her thighs, and by the time she pressed her head against Andrea's chest to suck on the pink nipple, the blonde was moaning softly. Feeling the asian woman's tongue slide down her chest, the blonde could hardly believe how wet, how excited she was. The kiss had felt amazing, Rachel's mouth sweeter than she could have imagined. The other woman's expert tongue stroked her nipple with finesse, sending a constant stream of pleasure tingling through her thighs and wet panties. Biting down on the blonde's nipple, the Asian woman looked up through her thick, dark eyelashes, hoping it was okay to give the blonde a tiny bit of pain. Seeing only lust, Rachel bit just a little harder, making the hot blonde shiver against her as her right hand slid down, roving over the blonde's panty clad bottom, slick from her leaking pussy. Giving Andrea's hip a little smack, Rachel then stood up, face flushed, and leaned forward to give her friend a kiss. Pulling Andrea up from the bench, she wrapped her arms around her waist. Eyes closed, she brushed her lips against the blonde, sliding her tongue gently into the blonde's mouth. Her chest touched, their stiff nipples pressed together as the flesh of their soft, creamy breasts melded together. Moaning, the Asian woman squirmed, tongue swirling. Rachel drowned in the heady sensation, grinding her luscious chest against the other woman. Thighs on fire, she reached around and slides her hands along the slightly taller woman's back, eagerly tracing her flesh. "Tasting your mouth is driving me wild," Andrea moaned, pulling her head back. "Lick me," she begged, reaching back to grab the Asian woman's hands. Rachel slid her arms down to her friend's lower back, then griped the blonde woman's panty line. Pulling down, she got the other woman's panties half way down her thighs before Andrea gasped, sliding her hands down her soft, smooth ass cheek. Inhaling deeply, Rchel's nostrils filled with the scent of the blonde's exposed mound, the smell of her arousal sweet. Mouth soaking with saliva, she leaned in, kissing Rachel deeply once more. With her butt crack getting probed by the smaller woman's fingers and her mouth dancing, sucking, Andrea started to grow light headed. Pulling back from the kiss, Rachel's eyes grew slitted as she grinned impishly, sliding her hands down her hips to push her lacy panties down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she leaned forward and pushed Andrea, who sat back abruptly on the bench. Stiff nipples exposed, she looked up at the smaller woman who started to slide one hand in between her legs. Covering her bald nether lips, Rachel started to slide a finger in between her labia, soaking the digit, before sliding it inside. Moaning, she closed her eyes and bent her knees, fingering herself, pushing her finger in and out. Red lips quivering, she withdrew her fingers. Grabbing the blonde's hair, she pulled her head back and stuffed her fingers in her mouth. All three which were slick from the Asian woman's pussy pushed into Andrea's throat. Gagging, she swallowed hard, the taste of the other woman's cum cloying in her mouth, driving her wild. Thighs leaking, Andrea spread her legs wide, blue eyes looking up at Rachel pleadingly. Unable to say the words, the blonde simply reached up to her nipples and squeezed them, one tit in each hand. Then she slid her right hand down to her thighs, tracing the line of her groin. Before she could start to give herself the relief her pussy was aching for, Rachel grabbed her hand, shaking her head, "No." Black hair swishing hypnotically, Andrea watched, unmoving, as Rachel slowly knelt in front of her. On her knees, the petite, busty Asian woman seemed even more slight to the taller blonde. She only had to tilt her head slightly to kiss the top of Rachel's forehead, before the other woman knelt down further. Kissing her stomach, she made her way down to her thighs in one long movement. Slipping her tongue out, Rachel gently lapped up the skin of Andrea's inner thigh. Moving her head, tickling the blonde with her long, raven black hair, Rachel slowly kissed her way along the other woman's leg. As she did, her nose filled with the scent of the blonde's desire, her pre-cum filling her nostrils. Inhaling deeply, Rachel grew hungry and only one taste would satisfy her craving. She slid her tongue along the blonde's inner thigh, pushing her legs wider apart. Almost on all fours, she reached up with her right hand, gently revealing her slick inner lips. Labia swollen, the blonde's pussy was slick, a trail of pre-cum stretching from her lower lips all the way to the wooden bench. Moving her face down, Rachel started to lick around the edge of Andrea's labia, driving the woman wild. Reaching down with her hands, Andrea nearly cried out as she felt the other woman trace the edge of her slick, swollen outer pussy lips. Digging her hand into the smaller woman's long, black hair, the blonde spread her legs wide, pulling Rachel's lips harder against her inner thighs. She bit her lip, wanting to cry out, knowing she couldn't in the upscale department store. Just thinking about getting caught made her anxious but the pleasure she felt as Rachel's tongue slid over her inner lips drowned out any thoughts of stopping. "You're sweet," Rachel said, looking up for a brief moment, her lips slick, shining under the fluorescent light. "I'm going to eat you up." "Please," the blonde moaned in response, using her left hand to squeeze her pink, pert nipple. "Stick your tongue in my pussy." Without a moment's hesitation, Rachel slid her tongue sideways, sucking up and mixing her saliva with the slick rivulet of pre-cum. Hungrily, she started to slide her tongue into Andrea's dripping pink lips, making slurping sounds as she did. Kneeling down, she could feel her own lips dripping in response to the heady, sweet scent of the taller woman's slit, filling her nostrils and mouth. She wanted to cum so bad, Andrea could not help pulling the Asian's head harder still, feeling the edges of her lip covered teeth pressing into her pubic mound. On fire, she started to lift her ass off the bench, with her heels on the floor, she balanced with her left hand on the wood. Bucking and whimpering, loud enough for the other dressing room occupant's to hear, the blonde started to breath harder and harder. When Rachel finally slipped her tongue upwards, towards her clit, she sat down hard on the bench. Leaning back into the wall, she pushed herself off the bench, into the Asian's hungry, soft lips. Licking her right hand, Rachel reached up and spread the blonde's pussy lips wide, starting to play with the entrance. Through dark eyelashes, she looked up at Andrea, lips and chin slick, grinning. Just as her finger started to slide inside, she slowly stretched, moving her face upwards. First kissing the pale, hard expanse of Andrea's pubic mound, then sliding her tongue upwards, towards her stomach. Teasingly, she pushed her finger deeper inside, feeling around for the blonde's g-spot. Sliding a finger into her waiting, parted folds, the Asian woman loved the smooth, slick feeling of penetrating the busty woman. Dressing Room Encounter Nether lips wrapped around the Asian's finger, Andrea gasped, the feeling of her stomach getting kissed distracting her from the mind bending heat of getting her pussy fingered. She could feel the other woman's hot breath against her wet, smooth skin and she shivered, just as Rachel started to insert a second finger. Gasping, she grabbed the other woman's black hair harder, pushing her head down. Wanting, craving the other woman to add her tongue to the mix, to drive her to the orgasm she desperately desired. When she felt both fingers start to penetrate her harder, faster, she felt the knuckles of Rachel's hand press into her crack, just below her opening. The stimulation of both entrances drove her crazier still, and she lifted her left hand, biting her knuckles as Rachel finally wrapped her mouth around her clit. Smiling, Rachel flicked the other woman's pink clit, loving the feel of her hair getting pulled. She knew that Andrea was close to orgasm from the way the other woman was breathing. Flicking a few more times, she wrapped her lips around the tiny nub, taking it into her mouth. Sucking gently at first, she noticed Andrea grow quiet, while her hips pushed even more insistent against her hungry mouth. Pre-cum soaking her fingers, Rachel felt her chin grow wet quickly from the slick juncture of the blonde's muscular, firm thighs. Feeling the other woman's wet skin against her face while sucking on the blonde's clit was driving Rachel wild with desire. Reaching back down, she slid her left hand in between her moist thighs, finding her own pussy lips slick. Horny and desperate for release, Rachel sucked harder and harder, pumping her right hand further into the blonde before removing her hand entirely. Focusing on licking, she slid her tongue downwards, sliding it into Andrea's vaginal opening. Tongue fucking her for a moment, she could taste the sweet juices on her mouth and swallowed hard, her saliva mixed in with the other woman's pre-cum. Moving her tongue faster, Rachel started to use her right hand to stimulate her own clit, moving at the same rhythm as her tongue, in and out of the hot blonde's dripping pussy. The musky, sweet taste was driving Rachel wild as she awkwardly fingered her own dark folds, slipping a finger inside while her butt jutted up in the air. Andrea looked to the side, just as she pulled the Asian woman's black hair harder against her core, pulling her tongue deep inside. Seeing the other woman's ass in the mirror, she could see Rachel's slick lips. Her tanned, slender fingers glistened wetly as the other woman started to finger herself faster. Gasping in ecstasy, Andrea felt her orgasm finally begin to swell, her eyes focused on the tanned, toned ass in the mirror. "Oh, yes," Andrea cried, unable to keep the volume down. She let out a high pitch moan, feeling her thighs clench, just as Rachel slid her tongue up to suck her clit inside her wet, warm mouth. "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, convulsing on the bench, as she threw her head back and almost passed out. She kept twitching, feeling her pussy convulse, her clit throb as waves of pleasure rippled through her body, from her head all the way to her toes. The musky, sweet taste of delicious pussy was heaven to Rachel, her mouth soaked as she kept licking and sucking. Feeling the blonde's tight, pink lips grow looser, Rachel started to work a second finger into her own pussy further; fucking her pussy in long, hard strokes while sucking the sweet, stiff clit. Awkwardly fingering herself as she knelt in between Andrea's legs, sucking her sweet, wet clit for all the she was worth. Fingers pulling her raven black hair, Rachel heard the blonde moaning, moving her hips against her face. Rachel smiled while she kept sucking, finger fucking herself with both fingers, pumping her whole hand back and forth. The juices from the blonde's sweet pussy mixed with her saliva, soaking the bench. "What else can I do?" Rachel asked, moving her mouth off the spent woman's clit and continuing to plunge her fingers into her own depths, looking up at the blonde's flushed face. The Asian woman stood, then pulled the blonde off the bench, kissing her deeply. Andrea could taste her own sweet, delicious cum on the other woman's dark red lips. Feeling her hair grabbed, Andrea moaned as the other woman starts kissing down her cheek, then neck. Down her neck, then throat, Rachel leans down to kiss the other woman's chest. Finally sucking on her sweet, pink nipples once more. "Lay down," Rachel said and guided the other woman to the floor, after releasing her pink nipples from her cherry lips. Andrea laid down in the changing room booth, still reeling from the powerful orgasm. Watching Rachel intently, she sees her ruck up her black mini skirt above her firm hips. Licking her lips, Andrea stared as she saw the other woman's shaved mound, dark lips slick with her own desire. "You're going to love this," Rachel said, and then turned to face the blonde's toes. Stepping over her friend, Rachel squated down and knelt astride the blonde's face. Positioning her slick lips over the blonde's waiting tongue, she leaned forward, resting her hands on the floor in between the blonde's outstretched legs. Eyes rolled back, the Asian woman can't help herself and started grinding her pussy into the blonde's face. Moaning, she licked her lips, moving her hips in a semi-circle for a moment. Sighing contentedly as Andrea's tongue moved up to slide along her slick, pre-cum covered vulva, Rachel moved her hands to steady herself. Pulling up one hand at a time, Rachel moved her grip towards the other woman's legs, holding her ankles. Looking down, she can see underneath her the blonde's tongue working down, towards her clit. She saw Andrea's eyes close, as the other woman slides her tongue back upwards into Rachel's waiting orifice. "Oh, yes," she moaned, nearly cumming as soon as Andrea's sweet tongue slid into her. With her ankles in hand, Rachel grabbed the other woman's feet, bending Andrea's leg at the knee. Moving one to her mouth, Rachel started sucking on her toes. Feeling her lick and suck her pussy so feverishly was almost overwhelming for the petite woman, and sucking on Andrea's toes provided a small distraction from the oral onslaught. Andrea's strong hands gripped her ass, spreading her wide while Rachel lowered herself even more. Grinding up and down, Rachel smeared her juices all over the blonde's face, continuing to suck on her toes. While Rachel sucked on the other woman's toes, she was in heaven, feeling a massive orgasm fast approaching. Moaning incoherently, feeling Andrea's long, stiff tongue darting in and out, she knew that in moments, her pussy would clench, soaking her friend's face. "Almost there," she gasped, breathing hard and pushing her hips down. Feeling Andrea's hands clutch her ass, spreading the Asian woman's pussy wider, she gasped, louder still. "Now," she cried, feeling her ass spread wide as Andrea's tongue slid even further inside. Rachel's eyes rolled back as she came, her dark pussy lips soaking the blonde's face and chin. "Oh, god," Rachel moaned, releasing the blonde's legs from her grip, placing her hands on the floor. Pushing herself up, she continued, "That was incredible." She helped lift the taller woman off the floor. Kissing her again, she shared her taste with the blonde. Tasting her cum mixed with Andrea's saliva, Rachel grew more satisfied but wanted to push the limit with her crush of so many years. Pussy still throbbing from her massive explosion, Rachel reached her hands down, grabbing the blonde's ass, while their tongues collided, swirling together. Breaking the kiss, Rachel gave the taller woman a wink, standing next to her. While Andrea stood there, Rachel grabbed the taller woman's discarded panties, twisting them around her friend's wrists, binding them together. Next, she used her blouse to tie the taller woman's ankles and made her kneel over the changing room bench with a strong push. Andrea's tight, round bottom stared at the slender Asian woman. Breathing hard, licking her lips, Rachel could hardly believe she had her former best friend tied up and bent over the changing room bench. In such a vulnerable position, Rachel saw her friend's swollen pussy, still wet and dripping down her thighs. The light brown puckered entrance to her backdoor caught Rachel's attention and she tilted her head, thoughtful. Andrea craned her head, curious what her friend was going to do next. Slapping her tight, sweet ass, Rachel admired the pink hand print she left, then spanked her again, harder. Regardless of the noise created, Rachel loved the feeling of her palm stinging lightly from the slapping. She spanked her friend's other cheek and then knelt over her calves. Riding the backs of the blonde's legs a little, Rachel loved the feeling, her dripping cunt sliding wetly over Andrea's leg. Bending down then biting her ass cheek, loving the feel of her sweet, toned flesh under her teeth, Rachel breathed in the heady, musky smell of her friend's sex. She slapped it again, spreading Andrea's ass wide, staring at her pink lips, her light brown sphincter slick with her first climax. Smiling wide, Rachel brought her right hand towards the slick crack, tracing her backdoor with a finger. "Your ass is mine, Andrea," she said, sliding the tip into her anus. The blonde, tied up but not tightly, yelped at the sudden, forbidden penetration. In response, Rachel smiled, withdrawing the finger and showing it to her friend. Blue eyes wide, she watched as her friend closed her eyes, licking and sucking her slender finger. "Delicious," Rachel said, and then slid her hand into her friend's pussy, soaking her finger with the remnants of Andrea's explosive orgasm. She then withdrew, moving the tip up to her friend's tight backdoor, sliding it in further; this time, going to the second knuckle before stopping. Withdrawing it again, she spread the blonde's tight, round ass even wider this time. Almost painfully, Andrea felt her friend spread her tight butt cheeks so wide her tight sphincter was stretched open. Looking back, she could see Rachel kneeling there, still riding her leg, the wet sensation distracting her from what the Asian woman might do to her next. Sliding her tongue in between the twin globes of creaminess, Rachel spit on her friend's ass then slipped her tongue inside, the dank, dirty taste driving her wild. Moaning, her lips around Andrea's backdoor, she slid her nubile member just inside the anal ring and then withdrew, moving her head up and down. Bobbing wildly, Rachel started to tongue fuck her friend's ass, spreading her cheeks wide all the while. Her long black hair tickling Andrea's thighs each time her tongue forced itself inside. Breathing like she was running, she moved her tongue up, lavishing attention just above her friend's moist, forbidden entrance. Then she whispered, "Cum for me, Andrea," using her right hand's fingers to move down to her friend's slick labia. She resumed licking and stuffing her tongue into the blonde's tight backdoor and started to match her tongue movements with her fingers, using two slender digits to slide in and out of her slick, dripping cunt. Going wild, Rachel started to feel her tongue slip further into the blonde's ass, loving the sound of her friend moaning against her, moving her round butt up into her face. Pale, creamy ass cheeks moving in time with the thrusts of Rachel's tongue, Andrea could feel a second orgasm fast approaching, tied up enough to not be able to grab her friend's hair, all she could think of was how much she wanted to stuff her friend's face harder against her ass crack. Rachel's left hand slapped her ass, hard, while she kept licking. Her two fingers curled up, hitting Andrea's g-spot while licking and sucking her tight asshole. Breathing hard, she stopped for a moment, leaning back and staring at Andrea's slick sphincter, the puckered hole spread a little wider now. Grinning, Rachel moved her fingers out of her friend's dripping pussy and then slide one into the blonde's tighter hole. Her finger immediately slid in, far deeper, penetrating Andrea to the third knuckle. Her own center nearly dripping with desire, Rachel shuddered as her finger slid so far into the blonde's tight ass. Reaching up to Andrea's blonde hair, she gripped it with her left hand as she started to finger in and out. After a moment, she added a second finger, probing the blonde's tight ass , twisting her two fingers to stretch the opening, before adding a third. Almost crazy with desire, Rachel pulled on her friend's hair hard, until Andrea was forced to arch her back as far as it would go. Kneeling, her ass on fire from getting pounded with the other woman's three fingers, Andrea looked back into the Asian woman's eyes. "Make me cum," she begged, licking her lips, "While you kiss me." Shuddering, Andrea felt her insides melting, looking into her friend's face, feeling her fingers thrust deeply, methodically, into her tight posterior. In response, Rachel kissed her friend, passionately, her tongue sliding deep into her mouth. Prone, Andrea wiggled her butt, trying to get her friend to finger her even harder. Rachel wanted her friend to cum, and felt the pressure on her hand. The sight of Andrea's tight ass was so seductive, Rachel started to feel her own orgasm build, with every thrust into the blonde's tight butt. Her pussy seemed to feel each movement, as her thighs grew hotter and hotter. The honey like taste of the blonde, her best friend for so long, felt etched on her lips. Knowing how much she had wanted this, to savor this experience, she was feeling almost overwhelmed. Heart full, she kissed Andrea even more wildly, her fingers finally starting to find a groove. Nipples on fire as she moved her left hand to Andrea's pussy, Rachel wanted to start to finger fuck both of her holes at once. She could feel the tips of her right hand fingers almost touching her left through the thin wall of the blonde's anus. The smell of her sex, and her ass, filled her nostrils as she bit into the blonde's ass, moving her head down to focus on sliding her hands in and out of her friend's tied down form. Andrea could feel her friend's stiff nipples pressing into the backs of her thighs as she kept fucking her, moaning, "Cum!" Rachel fingered deeper and harder into her tight, sexy ass. Anus stretched, Rachel stared at the tight sphincter as her fingers moved in and out, the knuckles of her hand slapping into the blonde's ass cheeks as her fingers bottomed out on each thrust. Moaning, the blonde felt her orgasm finally start to erupt, on hearing the word, cum, almost feeling as if her body had been commanded to burst. So it did, her center seeming to constrict, then erupt. Almost on fire from the rapid, forceful fingering inside of both ends of her firm butt, Andrea convulsed over the wooden bench as her orgasm burst forth. Moaning softly, her voice sank lower, her pussy liquifying all at once as cum drenched Rachel's still thrusting fingers. "Oooh," Andrea cried, just as Rachel bit her, sending another mini shockwave though her body. Drained and spent, Andrea could hardly believe what had just happened. The imprint left by the Asian woman's teeth on her ass she thought for certain would leave a mark, but at that time, she didn't care. Thoughts of doing the same, or worse, to the other woman coursed through her mind and she didn't know if she could keep going in the dressing room. Fearful of getting caught, she simply enjoyed the aftermath of the explosive climax as the other woman gently removed her fingers, making her butt twitch slightly, feeling empty after having so many fingers in two places at once. Dressing Room Exposure This story takes place when Sue was 24 years old. We had been dating for a year. We were at the mall when she decided to look for a new bathing suit. It was May and Sue was looking forward to going to the beach that summer. I knew that Sue loved to sunbathe in her backyard or at the beach with the least amount of clothing. I also knew that if it were up to her and if she could get away with it, she probably would sunbathe nude. Since we lived in a conservative town and there was no place to sunbathe nude, the next best thing would be a sexy bathing suit. Sue led me to a small shop where there were all kinds of one and two piece bathing suits that ranged from the very modest to the very revealing. I followed her to the bikini section where she picked out a couple of skimpy string bikinis. Then I followed her to the back of the shop to a dressing room where she could try them on. The dressing room had an unusual set up. There were three booths, each with their own curtain. Each booth had a mirror facing the entrance of the changing area. Anyone who wanted to could see each booth from outside the dressing room. Sue told me, "Wait here while I try these on." Sue went into the first booth and pulled the curtain. However, I noticed that she had not closed the curtain completely. Sure, she had closed it enough so that no one could directly see her, but the way the mirror was and the way the curtain was open, I could see her in the mirror taking her clothes off. I assumed that Sue did not realize that she could be seen. I noticed that there was a guy who, like me, was waiting outside of the dressing room while his girlfriend was also trying on clothes. They appeared to be an attractive couple in their early twenties. From the place where the young man was standing, he had an even better view of Sue than I did. I could see his girlfriend take off her blouse because she did not have her curtain completely closed either. I could see the girl in her bra, but it was the other guy who got the real treat. I watched as Sue took off her blouse and bra. She was topless and both I and the stranger could see everything. Her tits stood up in the air and they were so beautiful! I glanced at the young man and I could tell that he was staring intently at Sue's naked tits in the mirror. I thought maybe I should say something to Sue, but I couldn't very well shout to her to cover up. It was a little late now and, besides, I couldn't blame the guy for staring at her. If his girlfriend were standing there topless and if her tits were as beautiful as Sue's, I'm sure I would be staring at her too. Sue continued to perform this delightful strip tease, unaware that she was being observed. She took off her shoes and jeans and had nothing on except for her white panties. I glanced at the young voyeur, avoiding eye contact. He was staring at Sue's reflection in the mirror. His face appeared red. He also appeared a little nervous, occasionally glancing around, as if he didn't want to get caught in public doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. It was obvious that he was getting very turned on. By this time my cock was very stiff! I was getting very turned on by the thought that this stranger could see my girlfriend completely naked without her realizing it. Sue came out of the dressing room for a moment and stood facing me in a blue bikini. She asked me, "How do I look?" She did look very sexy except for one problem. Sue was wearing white cotton panties under the bikini bottom! The blue bikini bottom was very skimpy with strings that tie on each side. It didn't leave very much to the imagination. Sue looked even more exposed and erotic wearing those white panties underneath the bikini. Of course, I didn't tell her that. I told her, "How can I tell you how you look when you are wearing those panties under the bikini?" She said, "I'm wearing them because of sanitary reasons." I said, "Well, you look ridiculous! Take them off!" I noticed that the young man was looking at Sue and that he also could see her panties under the bikini bottoms. He was smiling. I think he heard what I had said to her. Sue went back into the dressing room and proceeded to take the white panties off. I observed that the young man was standing there watching her. I could see Sue as she paused to glance in the mirror. She stood there bottomless. Her observer could see her naked pussy and her bottom! It was obvious to me that he was getting quite a show. I'm sure he had an erection. I know that I did. I watched in the mirror as Sue put on the bikini bottoms. She looked in the mirror again to admire the fit. She adjusted the strings once more. She brushed her hair. Finally, Sue came back out of the dressing room. She modeled the blue bikini for me and asked me what I thought. I said, "That's much better now that you don't have those silly looking panties on. You look very nice." Finally, Sue decided on a bathing suit and got dressed. When she came out of the dressing room, she smiled at the young man. I said to Sue, "You know, you left the curtain open and that guy could see you getting undressed." Sue kissed me and replied, "Yes, I know. I could see him in the mirror looking at me." I realized then that Sue knew that the guy was watching her all along and that she deliberately let him see her. She enjoyed being the exhibitionist and I found myself getting very turned on by the idea of another man seeing my girlfriend without any clothes on. Dressing Room Exposure For years, I have secretly enjoyed every small glimpse that any other man had of my wife's body. She is petite, beautiful with long brown hair and small A cup breasts and I love the reaction that I see in a man who gets a downblouse peek or sees more than he should. I think this is even better for me because she is so modest. Her embarrassment is always so over the top, that I've become more interested in showing her off as our marriage progresses. Well, for years I had limited success, a few relatives got to see her usually, just downblouse breast views, embarrassing her greatly, but when our son was born, I hit the jackpot of wife showing. One true event is below. So, we live in a medium sized town and we have been here forever. Everybody knows everybody else, and my wife has a pretty public job. All of this keeps her from misbehaving in public for me, or even wearing revealing clothes in our home town (no matter how much I beg). My best friend, Steve, has all but openly lusted for my wife for years, but nothing I could say would get her to reveal herself in more than a (very) modest swimsuit in the summer. Well, this day, we were shopping with the wives. My son was four, but pretty well behaved so we went to the boutique clothing place that my wife liked because they have dresses in her size (size 4). Both of our wives shopped and then adjourned to the dressing rooms, which were just booths right off the husband seating with curtains for doors. Steve and I made a practice of sitting there watching the wives bare feet as they wriggled in and out of dresses on these trips. Today, we sat with a third guy, a bit of an athletic rival of mine from high school, who I hadn't seen for a while. His wife was behind a curtain as well. Well we sat for a while, watching feet and chatting when my son rushed up to me. This was a surprise, as he was always in the dressing room during these trips. I looked up, and he had clearly just come out of the dressing room, moving the much watched curtain to get out. The curtain was not gaping open, but he had left it 3 inches from closed and from my (our) angle we had a view to the mirror across from my TOPLESS wife! I froze as I sat by my friends watching my wife's white tiny a cups bounce their way in to a thin dress that she was trying on. Steve looked up in time to see her uncovered thonged ass as the dress came down. When she was covered and looking at herself in the mirror, he looked at me, as if for permission, his face incredulous with what he had seen. I smiled and looked back at the crack in the curtain. I was pretty abrupt. After years of Steve wondering how my hot wife looked nude, he learned all of her secrets in the next 10 seconds. She threw the dress over her head, clearly a reject, and her little boobs, white with quarter sized pink areola were visible to him in the mirror just 7 or 8 feet away. Her thonged ass was flawless and a hint of her groomed pubic hair strained against the front of her panties. I was electric with this. My wife was clueless about her reveal. Next she turned toward the crack in the curtain, never looking out, and bent at the waist to pick something up off the floor, her tiny boobs hanging before the three of us, then she turned and unhurriedly dressed in her street clothes. When she was covered, I looked at the guys. My old rival mouthed, the words, "nice tits". He always was a charmer. My wife erupted from the room to pay for her purchases, Steve in a daze right next to her. We went to lunch after, spent the day with Steve remembering my modest wife's body and my wife clueless about the show. I loved it. Good boy, that son of mine. Dressing Room Fantasies, Part One I had always liked jerking off in public places. I'm not really sure why but it did give an extra sort of 'rush' to the procedure. Lately I had been frequenting local department store dressing rooms to do my naughty business. I would take a few pairs of sexy looking underwear, my camera and a paper towel in with me, all discreetly hidden of course, and jerk and cum to my hearts delight. Later, if I felt 'up' to it I would watch that day's antics later and have another good cum. I was walking through the mall again last Sunday when I decided I wouldn't mind a good jerk off. So I started searching through the closest department store for some clothes to bring in with me. I grabbed a pair of tight black Euro shorts and matching tank top that I thought would fit well. Next I grabbed some male thongs that I knew my butt would look good in. Not sure how they would ever hold my throbbing cock inside them but hey, I'll give it a try. I already had some napkins with me from lunch and my camera in my pocket so I collected everything and headed for the dressing room. I looking into the dressing room area and noticed it was empty. This was on of my favorite places to go, as it usually was empty at this part of the store. I set all my things down, kicked off my shoes and started to undress. I took off my jeans, shirt, socks and then finally my regular boxer briefs. I took the euro shorts and slid them on. They were indeed pretty tight and grabbed to my butt cheeks as I pulled them up over my hard, athletic butt. I admired myself in the mirror for a bit, my bulge instantly growing in the shorts. Then I pulled the tank top on to complete the outfit. I was getting hard quick and pulled the shorts down to give myself a few tugs. I didn't hear that someone else had to come into the dressing rooms. I set up where I wanted the camera to be when I would undress from the shorts and tank and put the thongs on when the door to my stall suddenly opened. I instantly turned to see who it was, my heart racing a thousand beats a minute, and turned to see one of the middle-aged women who work in the women's department whose room I was in. She just stared at me, focusing on my package for a few long seconds, and then smiled at me. I was speechless, as I didn't think I would ever be caught here. She broke the silence first. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she said. "Are you supposed to try those things on?" "Uh...Yea I don't think its a problem, is it?" was all I could muster in my stupor. "Mmmm, its definitely not a problem by the looks of It." she said as she gave me a wink. My hard on started to throb in my pants from her glances in its direction. "I've heard you in here before and now I want to see what I've been hearing." This totally caught me by surprise, as I was pretty sure no one had heard anything, I was usually pretty quiet. "You've heard what?" "Oh please," she started "I know you jerk off in here, I've heard you cum before you know, it's pretty sexy. Now I want to SEE you cum." She looked around the room and saw my camera. "Give me your camera." I did as I was told. What else could I do? I was pretty sure you could get in trouble for this stuff in public. She flipped the camera on and as it was already set to the video setting she pressed the shutter button and started taking a movie of me. "Now just do what you normally do in here," she said. So I did. I pulled the tank over my head and throw it aside. Next I slowly started taking off the shorts. My hard cock popped out the shorts once they were lower enough. My tight ass was visible as well. I slid them off slowly and was totally naked in front of this woman with my camera. And she was capturing everything. I pulled out a thong and started to pull it up and on. My cock was so hard and throbbing now that there was no way the thong was going to hold it back. I pulled it on and turned to see myself in the mirror. The top 3 inches of my 8-inch cock were outside the top of the thong. My balls pushing the tiny amount of material out as well. The back of the thong was going right up my butt crack showing my tight butt to the camera. "Damn, your cock is gorgeous. It's bigger than I even imagined. I want to see you play with it." I was amazed she had even envisioned me in this way, but I found it as a huge turn-on nonetheless. So I turned around to face her and the camera and dropped the thong enough to pull my cock all the way out and give it on long stroke my head to base. She moaned a little bit behind the camera and kept the lens pointed directly at my cock. I put one leg up on the bench in the room and started to stroke my cock, feeling like I could cum at any minute with her watching me. I started stroking a little harder and I felt like I could cum for hours and could not wait to explode in front of her. I had never felt this horny in my entire life. I kept my eyes on her and she started to fidget behind the camera. I could tell she was definitely enjoying this as much as I was. I kept up my stroking, gently starting to moan as well so the camera could pick up my noises. I felt I was pretty close to cumming when she asked me if I was close. "Yes, I am close to cumming all over, right in front of you." I moaned. After she heard this she couldn't take it anymore. She dropped the camera on the bench and bent down in front of me. I couldn't believe it. "Give me your cock, now!" she told me. I did and she immediately started to suck my cock down into her mouth and throat. I had never had a blowjob this good before. She was pulling me into and out of her mouth so fast I was amazed she didn't gag. I put my hands onto her head and pushed myself deeper down her throat. She took it well and kept her tongue thrashing around my hard cock. I couldn't last like this for long and after two more pumps I was cumming down her throat. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" was all I could get out, I had no way to warn her before hand. To my amazement so took it all with my cock firmly lodged in her mouth. She was deepthroating my cock while I was spewing cum right down her throat. I was cumming so hard my body was convulsing and shaking. After my final thrust into her mouth and the last of the cum trickling out of my cock I withdrew my cock for her mouth and leaned back against the mirror. She was still kneeling in front of me licking my cum off of her lips. "That was amazing, that was the best blowjob I've ever had." "I don't know what came over me, I've never done that before. I have fantasized about it though. Ever since I heard you the first time." she purred. "Thank you" was all I could think of to say. "I have to get back to work now, but thank you and please, let me know when your 'cumming' back." I told her I definitely would. At that she got up, took a few of my napkins, gave me one last smile and turned and left the room leaving me breathless. To my delight I had noticed that the camera was still pointed my way and had gotten the entire thing. I wasted no time getting hard again and stroking and stroking till I came once again. It wasn't as the first cum but it was still damn good. After that I cleaned up and gathered everything and after putting everything back I headed home. I had another great cum to the video that night and made sure I was headed back to that store very, very soon. Dressing Room Fun Bruce and Christine like to have fun. Married for 17 years, they are always finding new ways of fulfilling their sexual desires. One of their favorite activities is clothes shopping. At 5'-4" and 120 pounds, with perky tits and an ass to die for, Christine is a very sexy lady. Bruce, always horny, has been disabled from birth, needing either crutches or a wheelchair to get around. Although some might think this as a disadvantage, Bruce and Christine find ways to take advantage of their situation. On shopping days, Bruce and Christine dress for the day. Bruce wearing a long t-shirt and pants with the crotch cut out, Christine modeling a short and sheer dress that in the right light you can see her bare ass and perky nipples. Yes, neither has underwear on. At the car Bruce offers to open the door, as Christine slides in she pulls up the hem of her dress giving Bruce a view of her lovely pussy. "Beautiful," he says. "Thank you," she replies, with a grin. Arriving at the mall, Christine gets Bruce's wheelchair from the trunk, using his wheelchair has its advantage as they begin their adventure. As they enter the mall, they know what store they will climax their outing in but, in the mean time, the horny couple heads to the Shoe Warehouse. Christine loves shoes, and Bruce loves watching her try them on. Christine is looking for sandals, finding a pair she slips off her flip flops and lifts her bare leg to put on the sandal giving Bruce a flash of her pussy. Being in his wheelchair Bruce's eye is level with Christine's lovely pussy. "What do you think." She asks. "Very sexy." He answers as Bruce feels his cock getting hard. Trying on another pair Christine rest her foot on Bruce's lap and asks," How about this one?" as her foot rubbed his now very hard cock. "Even better." Bruce said, staring at her glistening pussy. They both enjoyed this teasing game knowing what was to cum later. Moving to the sale racks in the back of the store Bruce followed Christine watching her sexy ass through her sheer dress. As they arrived at the sale racks Christine started trying on every sandal she could. Each time holding up her foot, to give Bruce a closer look, in doing so he got a great view of her beautiful pussy. Noticing a mirror on the back wall Christine started looking at shoes on the lower racks. As she browsed, facing the mirror, she squatted into a catcher's stance giving Bruce and possibly others a nice reflected view of her pussy. Watching his wife flashing her pussy was making Bruce's cock throb. Bruce's cock was sticking out of the opening in his pants and Christine looked at him and licked her lips. They needed relief. "Honey, are you ready to go to Old Navy yet?" Bruce whispered. Exposing her pussy to Bruce and looking at his hard cock sticking out of his pants, Christine said, "yes." Her pussy was drenched. Flashing has always made Christine horny. On their way to Old Navy they were becoming more and more horny. Once in the store they both began browsing the shelves and racks finding clothes to try on. Bruce found some sweat pants and t-shirts while Christine picked out some low rise jeans and a couple of very sexy tops. They both had the limit amount of articles allowed in the dressing room. If you have ever been to Old Navy you know the procedure of the attendant assigning a room. Since Bruce is in his wheel chair they are naturally given the handicapped dressing room. These rooms have a great advantage over the rest of the rooms. The door goes to the floor, which completely cuts off any view in from the outer hallway. Closing the door behind them Bruce hopped out of his chair and onto the dressing room bench and quickly undressed freeing his hard cock. Christine smiled while watching Bruce stroke his every hard cock. Christine loves playing with and sucking Bruce's cock and doing so in semi-public places always gets her pussy very wet and this was no exception. Kneeling in front of Bruce, Christine took his cock in her wet mouth, Bruce let out a quite moan as she started swirling her tongue around his cock head. Looking over her body, he could see her perfectly shaped ass in the mirror on the opposite wall as she pulled the hem of her dress over her ass. With this added thrill it didn't take long for Bruce to feel his cum easing up his hard cock toward Christine's mouth. As Christine swallowed more and more of Bruce's cock he couldn't take any more and said "Don't make me cum yet." Christine looked up, with his cock in her mouth, smiled and replied "Why not?" "Because," he said "I want to fuck your wet pussy and shoot my hot cum into you." Christine stood pulling her dress over her head and flipping off her sandals Christine is totally nude. She rubbed her tits then said "First we'd better try on these clothes or they'll wonder what's going on in here." While stepping into a pair of low rise jeans and a shear top, Bruce put on a pair of sweat pants and matching shirt. Christine looked so hot, with her nipples slightly showing through the thin material and the jeans hugging her beautiful ass. She stood in front of the mirror admiring her body bending over giving Bruce a lovely view of her ass. Bruce's cock made a tent in the pants; Christine couldn't resist and grabbed his hard on, Bruce let out a moan as his cocked twitched in her hand. They both were so hot that they quickly tried on the rest of the clothes and got down to business. Setting the clothes aside and both completely naked, Christine crouched down in front of Bruce's hard cock licking the precum from the tip. Bruce looked down as she started slowly taking more of his cock in her wet mouth. Sucking cock was her favorite thing to do, it made her pussy so wet. She looks so beautiful when she is sucking his cock. Raising his head Bruce saw Christine's ass in the mirror on the opposite wall. "I want to see more of your butt." Bruce said. Christine reached back and pulled her cheeks apart giving Bruce a view of her hole and pussy. Christine pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy letting out a quiet moan. Bruce loved looking at her perfect ass. She now had Bruce's cock so wet with her saliva that it was running down his balls. Bruce couldn't take much more he could feel himself getting to the point of shooting his cum into her mouth. He pulled Christine's mouth from his cock she had a lustful look in her eyes. "Lick my pussy." Christine purred. They switched places, Christine sitting on the bench propping her legs on his wheelchair and Bruce kneeling in front of Christine's dripping pussy. "Lick." She said leaning against the wall. Bruce moved in close and ran his tongue over Christine's wet slit until it rested on her clit, sending shivers though her body. She loves having her pussy licked, the feeling is so incredible. Flicking her clit with his tongue, after several minutes of tonguing her clit Christine became flush and started moaning. Bruce love licking her pussy and was stroking his cock, rubbing precum all over the head. "Oooh that feels sooo good." She whispered, "Don't stop I need to cum." Hearing Christine plead, Bruce's cock became even harder. She usually waits until they get home to cum, because when she cums she squirts pussy juice, Bruce tries to swallow most of her juices but sometimes there so much that the rest gets all over herself and the bed. But right now she didn't care she needed the release. "Tell me what you want to do?" Bruce asked. "To cum in your mouth." Christine answered. "What else?" "I want to squirt my pussy juice into your waiting mouth." Bruce moved his tongue in earnest over Christine's clit causing her body to shake on her way to an orgasm. Suddenly there was knock on the door, the attendant asked, "How's it going in there?" Breathlessly Christine replied, "Great, thanks." "O.K. let me know if you need different sizes." "We will." Bruce continued licking and enjoying the taste of her wet pussy when Christine said, "I'm going to cum." Bruce moaned "Give it to me, give me your juice" Her orgasm hit hard and she started spraying her pussy juice into Bruce's waiting mouth, filling it until he could hold no more. He swallowed hard taking as much of her pussy juice as he could. Christine was not through and started cumming again filling Bruce's mouth once more. She love to cum and cums multiple times riding an indescribable high. But she knew here that time was a factor and the attendant would be back to see if everything was alright. Little did she know that Christine and Bruce were both naked and having hot sex just feet away. "Fuck me." Christine softly cried out. "With what?" Bruce said. "Your hard cock." She replied Bruce stood, holding on to the bench, rubbing his cock along her slit. "What do you want?" Bruce asked. "Your cock in my pussy." Christine's pussy was soaked and ready to be fucked. Bruce pushed his cock against her pussy her lips, slowly spreading and filling her pussy with his thick cock. Moaning with pleasure they both were ready for a good fuck. "Ooo, that feels sooo good." Christine cooed. "Your pussy is so wet and slippery." Bruce moaned. As his cock was slowly moving in and out her pussy. Bruce asked, "How do you want it?" "Hard and fast, fuck me hard and fast with your fat cock." "Where do you want my cum?" "In my pussy." Bruce stated pumping Christine's pussy faster and faster, playing with her tits. "OH yeh, that's it fuck me." Christine moaned. Feeling her pussy grabbing his cock, Bruce could hold back no longer. With an audible moan he started cumming, pumping his own juice into Christine's wet pussy. She squeezed her pussy milking Bruce's cum from his cock. "Now what do you want?" Bruce breathed. "I want you to lick your cum from my pussy and make me cum again." She begged. Pulling his cock from Christine's pussy, Bruce quickly knelt down before her pussy, wet with her own pussy juice and his cum and began licking his cum from her pussy. After sucking his cum from her pussy Bruce began flicking her clit with his tongue causing Christine to moan with pleasure. A few more licks and Christine started cumming once more filling Bruce's mouth with her delicious pussy juice. Swallowing hard, Bruce looked up at Christine and mouthed "I love you." "I love you too." Christine moaned. Standing, Bruce kissed Christine's waiting mouth, giving her a taste of their mixed cum. Both needed more but had to wait until they got home. Gathering their own clothes, they got dressed and check to make sure they did not leave anything behind, besides the scent of sex. Exiting the dressing room the attendant asked, "Did everything come out alright?" "All except the clothes." Replied Christine. Chuckling, they left the store satisfied customers. Dressing Room Games A couple of weeks ago, on the way back from work I went in to a charity shop a few miles from my home. My wife and I had argued that morning and I didn't feel like seeing her right away. The shop was pretty deserted apart from a young man at the counter, who was reading a magazine. "Pretty dead here, huh?" "Always is this time of day, towards closing time" he replied, without looking up from what he was reading. I spent some time looking at the clothes and the CD's. After a while I went to the section round the back where they had a lot of books, and began browsing. A few minutes later I heard a woman's voice asking the assistant if she could try on some of the clothes. I poked my head round the corner and looked at her. She was very attractive, a tall brunette with long sexy legs. The guy showed her to the only changing cubicle they had, which was next to the counter, then went back to his magazine. As she went in with the items she closed the curtain behind her, but it only went part of the way across. It seemed like she didn't notice this as she pulled off the dress she was wearing, leaving her in just a pair of very brief panties and matching bra. I felt my cock stirring at the unexpected sight on offer. I then glanced to the counter and noticed that the young man was noticeably affected also. His view must have been even better than mine. He had put down his magazine and was surreptitiously rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. We both watched avidly as the woman tried on various different costumes, giving us a good view of her amazing legs and ass. It seemed that she was totally unaware that we could see her, but I noticed that her nipples had become very erect, through her bra, since the time she first took her dress off, and I wondered if she was trying to turn on the assistant deliberately. I imagine that she hadn't seen me when she came in, and the guy had probably thought that I'd left long ago, so they must have both thought they were alone in the shop. After trying on a couple of dresses , she then picked up a bikini that she'd taken in to the cubicle. She looked in the mirror as she placed the bikini bottoms against her panties, and then the top part against her bra. Suddenly, she put the bikini back on the hook inside the cubicle, and then, to my amazement, took off her bra. This was too much for the assistant, who quickly pulled his now very hard cock from his jeans and began to stroke himself furiously. Having shown us a good look of her lovely tits, the woman now turned her back to us and slowly peeled off her panties. I watched with incredible excitement as the guy's cock spurted all over the counter. The woman noticed nothing and put on the bikini, checking herself out in the mirror from all angles. To my disappointment, instead of taking off the bikini again to put on her bra and panties, she simply pulled her dress back on, and placed her underwear in her bag. She then opened the curtain fully and walked up to the counter, placing the dresses right on the spot where all his sticky jism had landed. "I won't bother with the dresses," she said. "How much for the bikini? I thought I'd keep it on, as I'm going sunbathing." The assistant had by now pulled his wilting prick back in his pants, and although he looked kind of dazed, he managed to ring up the sale and give her her change. She then briskly walked out of the shop. I felt like following her out and approaching her, as I was still feeling really hot and hadn't jerked off myself, but I didn't want the shop assistant to know that I'd seen what had happened. Soon after she walked out of the door, he went into the staff restroom, and I quickly made my way to the exit. Unfortunately, the woman was nowhere to be seen, so I walked back to my car, with a raging hard-on. I badly wanted to release the pressure so I drove home really fast hoping that my wife was in a receptive mood. "Hi Sally. Wow, you look really sexy," I said, looking at her laying on the couch in her mini skirt and T-shirt. Before she could reply I jumped on top of her and began kissing her wildly. She grabbed my cock, which had stayed hard all through the drive home. "What brought this on?" she asked, giving my cock a firm squeeze. "Well... you know... seeing you... in that outfit... always makes me go hard," I managed to say, in between sticking my tongue in her mouth and groping her tits. "Bullshit," she said, grinning at me. "I saw your cock sticking out as soon as you walked in the door." "Mmmm," I said by way of reply, as I pulled up her T-shirt and began sucking on her tits. This always gets her going and her nipples were soon rock hard as she moaned delightfully. Without hesitation, I sharply pulled her panties down and lined up my cock with her sweet pussy. "Hold it right there," she gasped. "Not until you tell me what happened to get you this excited." I knew by now she wanted it as bad as me, but she was so stubborn that I knew she wouldn't let me fuck her until I'd told her the truth. I began telling her in full detail exactly what happened. When I got to the part where the assistant pulled out his cock, she grabbed my own and guided it inside her. I carried on with the story as I humped her, finding that reciting it all to her made it even more exciting. "God you're such a pervert," she said, locking her legs around me and holding onto my ass so that I couldn't move. "What if that had been me, that kid was looking at?" When she said this my cock suddenly grew inside her, it felt bigger than I had ever known before, and Sally noticed it too. She spread her legs wider and let me fuck her in a faster rhythm. "Oh, so that's what you'd like. You'd like some kid to jerk himself off while looking at me, looking at my tits, looking at my pussy." "Yes, yes, yes," I moaned as I pummelled into her faster and faster. "Well, maybe I'll go there, and let him do just that." I stared into her sluttish eyes and came with the longest, greatest orgasm I had ever had, while she screamed out loud, calling my name. As we lay back, breathing heavily, I told her how much I loved her and how she really knew how to turn me on, pretending that she'd like that to happen to her. "Who said I was pretending?" "What? You wouldn't really do that." "I don't know. When you were telling me about that other woman, I kept imagining it was me, and it got me really hot." As we discussed it I got another hard-on and vigorously fucked her a second time, promising to arrange it that she could let the kid at the store watch her undress. The following week I drove to the shop at about the same time as before, when I knew it would be quiet. I looked through the window and saw the same guy there reading his magazine. After a couple of minutes he stepped into the back room and I rushed in and hid in the book section again, where he probably wouldn't notice me. After a while Sally walked in to the shop. She was wearing a long, yellow summer dress, which had small buttons all the way down her back. The dress matched her long blonde hair and she looked very sexy and beautiful. My dick immediately got hard at the thought of what was to follow. By this time the assistant had retaken his place at the counter, and was staring at my horny wife. I don't expect he thought he'd get lucky twice in a week, but I knew different. Sally looked up and down the clothes section, finally picking up a dress and asking for the changing room. The guy directed her to the cubicle and went back behind the counter. Just as with the woman the week before, the curtain rail only pulled back part of the way, giving me and the young guy a full view inside the cubicle. I was disappointed that Sally hadn't picked up a bikini, so she could take off her bra and panties too, but I figured she must have only felt daring enough to let him see her in her skimpy underwear. I soon found out differently however, as when my wife undid the buttons of her dress and let it fall to the floor, she was left completely naked. I don't think she had ever gone out of the house without underwear before, and now here she was showing everything she had to a complete stranger. The assistant wasted no time pulling out his cock. He must have felt more daring after last week's escapade, and quickly fisted his hardening prick while he watched my lovely wife inspecting herself in the mirror while she was totally nude. She was taking her precious time about trying on the dress, giving her voyeur the chance to leer at her tits and ass and pussy as she moved slowly around the cubicle. By now I had taken my own cock out and was wanking leisurely, hoping she would draw this out as long as possible. Sally eventually pulled on the dress, but quickly took it off again, her face expressing disapproval at how it looked on her. The guy had still not come yet and neither had I, so I was hoping she would stay like that, with all her sexy goods on display. Unfortunately, as soon as she had taken the dress off she began to put her own one back on. I was very disappointed at this, having wanted to see the guy orgasm while watching my wife exhibiting herself. He must have felt frustrated also, as he quickly put his hard-on back in his pants, and walked around the counter as my wife came out of the cubicle. "Excuse me," she said. "I don't really like that dress, but could you do me a favour. I can't seem to do up the buttons on the back here." Then she turned around, showing the assistant and myself that that her dress was completely unbuttoned. Her back was bare and you could clearly see the cleavage of her ass. I hadn't expected anything like this, and I went back to stroking my cock, thinking about his shaking fingers about to touch her while he buttoned up the dress. I was sure he would take the opportunity to slyly feel up her ass while he did it, and maybe rub his cock against her when he got to the top part. He didn't get the chance to do this however, as Sally gave a tiny little shake of her shoulders, making the dress fall in one motion down to the floor. "Ooh!" she exclaimed. " I'm sorry. I didn't mean that to happen." The guy just stared straight at her tits, then her pussy. His cock was now straining to get out of the confines of his jeans. She trained her eyes directly at his crotch and opened her mouth with a shocked look on her face. "Oh my God! What are you going to do to me?" The way she said it was more of an invitation than a question, and he wasted no time giving her an answer. He bent her over the counter, and released his throbbing cock from his jeans. "What are you doing? Oooh. What would my husband say?" "Who cares?" he said breathing heavily. "He's not here and I'm going to give you the shagging of your life." "Oh no! Stop!" Despite her words, I knew she was loving every minute of it. This was what she had planned all along. After the initial shock that she would go so much further than we agreed, I went back to wanking myself with a frenzy. I was even more turned on than the week before. As she was bent over, he reached around and grabbed and squeezed my wife's tits. I watched in amazement as he tweaked her very erect nipples, making her moan in pleasure. He then grabbed hold of his cock and shoved it inside her as far as it would go. As far as I knew this was the first time she had ever been unfaithful, and I was very grateful to be here to see it. "You're a horny little slut, aren't you?" "Yes, yes I'm a slut. Treat me like a dirty whore." "You knew I was watching you, didn't you?" "Yes," she said. "I saw your cock in your hands and I wanted it inside me. Please fuck me. Squeeze my tits. Oooh. Fuck me harder." I watched as he fucked her fast and hard, listening to her moaning sexily and egging him on to come inside her. "Wait. Stick it in my ass. Go on. No-one can see," she said turning her head in the direction she knew I would be. I looked into her eyes, knowing that I coudn't last much longer. He withdrew his cock from her pussy and slammed it into her tight ass. My fist was a blur as I quickened the pace of my jerking off. "You like taking it in the ass, don't you?" the man asked. "I do now. Ooh. Don't stop. Cum in my ass." After a few minutes of his rigorous pumping inside her she screamed out her orgasm. He withdrew from her ass, and let her drop to the floor. "Oww! Why did you do that?" Before she could say another word, he stuck his cock in her mouth and fucked her face. Within seconds I saw my wife's eyes widen as his cock exploded, releasing all his spunk into her mouth. She must have swallowed some of it, as he held on to her head, but the rest dribbled down her mouth, over her lips, onto her tits and shoulders. The sight of my wife covered in another man's come made my cock spurt all over the floor, as I watched him treat her like a dirty little tart . When he had finished, Sally asked him to get her a glass of water. As he left for the restroom, she quickly put on her dress, found me and dragged me out the door to my car. Instead of driving home I parked in a deserted side road nearby, bundled her in the back seat and fucked her again, feeling the other guy's juices still inside her. She came again and again whispering my name and saying "I want to do it again. In a crowded shop next time." If I know Sally, I'm sure it won't be long before she does. Dressing Room in Car 0615 Copyright 2004, All rights reserved This is a spin-off from the story of Karen and her grandmother's Ring, as described in other files in Literotica. Several readers have asked the writer to report on what became of Hans, the 24-year-old German tourist and Katherine, his 19-year-old former neighbor. As readers of the Zephyr series will recall, they were separately on their way to ski vacations at Winter Park, when they were brought together by a coincidence-- or did it grow out of magic? The information here was assembled by myself, from later contacts with the people involved, and I have written it from my notes. Therefore, I apologize for the way that the point of view and tenses keep shifting around. - Professor Richard W. (formerly of ____________ ) Katherine and Hans were in the lower level of Sophia's coach. The German students had found one of the coach doorway windows open, and were un-Germanically breaking the rules by riding in the entry vestibule, enjoying the racket and a cold, fresh breeze. As they embraced, they did not see Richard and Sophia pass [see ZEPHYR]. Hans' arms held tight to his hometown discovery. He caressed her bottom, as her soft lips played music over his mouth. Richard and Sophia kept going, but the thought occurred to them that it was a good thing that the young couple was so near the well-upholstered unisex dressing room. That thought had not yet occurred to Hans. He and Katherine were so preoccupied with catching up on old times, combined with the lust that had snared them, that he had not planned ahead. Methodical in nature, he had always tried to anticipate needs, even with sex. His girlfriend in the university had learned that he would always be ready with a condom, that he bought the appropriate flowers, had arranged for his roommate to be gone when she came back to his place, etc. He always called the next morning, like clockwork. Katherine was enjoying her older neighbor's caresses too much to plan ahead. She had watched him growing up, and had been frustrated by being apparently doomed to lag behind him. Once, unknown to Hans, she had heard giggling behind the wall of his Zehlendorf home's garden, while his parents were off in Mallorca. She had stepped like one of Karl May's Indians over to the low chink in the bricks, where she knelt and peeked through from her yard. She had watched as Hans and that Elisabeth had laughed and talked together. They were sharing a Weisse out of a big glass. The blonde, intelligent-looking Elisabeth seemed to be an English-speaker, perhaps an American student. Hans was switching back and forth between German and English with her. Elisabeth took off her sunglasses, revealing sparkling blue eyes. She looked cute without the glasses on. Katherine was disgusted. When Elisabeth's back was turned, she saw how Hans had circumspectly pulled a wrapped condom from his pants' pocket, checked it and replaced it carefully, to be as organized as possible. She had seen how they embraced and then walked into the house, arm in arm, laughing and kissing. Katherine had rushed to her room. From her window, she could see Hans' house. In her mind, she visualized what was happening. She locked her door, in case Mutti came by. Mutti surely wouldn't understand! Picturing Hans, and blotting out the foreigner, she imagined undressing him. In her T-shirt and shorts, her hand imitated what she thought his was doing, stroking, caressing. When she touched herself, she found that her moistness allowed her fingers to create an exciting sensation. Now Hans was in Katherine's arms. And she felt his excitement growing as he held her against the bulkhead. The vibration of the train rumbled through them. She found herself hoping for more than his kisses. Ever since that scene in the garden, and the many days and nights that had followed in her bedroom, she had yearned to possess golden Hans. At that instant, their near-violent passion in the vestibule was cut short by the voice of authority. "Ahemmmm." It was the Zugfuhrer, they both realized. "You can't stay here. Safety rules." The conductor wondered if they understood him, as they stood rooted to the spot. Drawing on 20-year-ancient GI German, he told them in his best version of the bahnpolizei: "Hier sie kann nicht stand. Das ist eine sicherheitsordnung!" Actually, they understood his English perfectly, but it was their circumstances that slowed their response to his order. "Where can we go?" Katherine asked. "Hmmmmmmmmm." The conductor was amused; he hadn't been young so long ago. Scraping together some more German, he advised, "Moeglich den ankleidungszimmer?" He gestured toward the restrooms. Katherine made a face, but Hans remembered something. "Yes!" he said. One room there was a changing room, it had carpeted walls, no windows, a small bench along one side, and clothing hooks. And it latched from inside. With a twinkle in his eye, the conductor left the vestibule and headed upstairs, not wanting to know what happened next. Hans embraced Katherine with renewed gusto, and whispered in her ear. (Actually , he shouted over the noise, but his manner suggested a whisper.) They rushed into the corridor, reading the signs on the door of each cabin. Now, dear reader, if you read the long story of Karen in the "Zephyr" series, you will recall that there was a couple underneath a beach blanket in the coach section of the train, too. They were students headed back to Hastings College, doomed to get off in that small town in the middle of the night. More interestingly, only one was the white-bread American you might expect. Yes, Jack was an Iowan, from an Ida Grove family. His dad worked in the heavy machinery factory there. His friend, however, was from Nimes, far off in France (in more ways than just geography). Marie was from a family not much different than his, but her Frenchness made her seem exotic to him. He knew middle American girls as well as anyone his age, but he did not know quite how to approach Marie. Under the beach blanket, they had snuggled for some shut-eye. They were on their way back from a speech meet in Wheaton, where she had noticed that he had more than a slim frame and strong hands, when the team he captained took a blue ribbon in debate. She knew that he had gone out a lot with another student named Maribeth, and the rumor was that they had been intimate. Now, however, Maribeth seemed to have faded away. Marie had enjoyed the effect that the night's closeness had on Jack. She had pretended to sleep, while letting his accidental touch grow into tentative explorations. They were already on good terms, but she wondered how far he would go. Just the thought of her being French was a turn-on to Jack. His mom sure wouldn't approve. Her perfume was perfect-- his mom probably would have thought it too expensive. Probably, he mused, under the sweatshirt and jeans Marie was wearing lacy, tautly-stretched lingerie from some expensive label. He did not realize that Marie was beginning to think of how strong this American was, and that she was wondering if the things that she had heard about American lovers were true. Would he be too fast, too rough in bed, but tender and generous? Just having a cheeseburger and a milkshake with him that noon had made her feel like a character in a Hollywood film. The night before, the whole team had gone out to a Chinese dinner, her first ever. There had been fortune cookies afterwards, also just like the movies. And, as in the movies, they had all read their fortunes aloud. Her cookie had been accidentally stuffed with many slips of paper, all cryptically suggesting that "a ring will bring you great pleasure." Everyone had assumed that it meant a wedding ring, and they teased her about that. Jack's had only the expected single slip of paper. It simply read that "you are closer than you think." Someone suggested that referred to their chance for a blue ribbon in the morning awards ceremony. Jack began to realize that she was only pretending to be asleep. Realizing that she must have been enjoying his touch only turned him on more. His fingers found her bra, and he traced the outline not of lace, but of some smooth material. Certainly, he thought back, it wasn't the cotton and synthetics of Maribeth Williams' bra. He had worried that she would slap him, the first time he had ever gone for it. Instead, it turned out that the real danger was that it would grab his hand in its elastic snare and turn his attempted tenderness into evil groping. This was compounded by his suspicion that Maribeth did not really feel comfortable with herself. Maribeth's looks were great, and with his appetite, it had been easy to slip on a condom and have sex with her. But somehow it was an unjoyous struggle each time. It had not brought them closer together. She was just doing it because it was the thing for them to do. Here was gentle softness; Marie had chosen the bra for comfort on the trip. His fingers moved upward to her nipple, and found that it was already erect. Smoothly, he moved to the other, and it was waiting for his touch. Marie pretended to awake and be startled. Jack pretended to be equally shocked. "I must have gotten carried away there..." he whispered. Marie grinned and pulled his hand back to her breast. "Touch me again. That felt good." She looked at him very directly, and he felt an electric jolt go through his system. He shifted his legs under the blanket as his sex asserted itself. He had never had a date tell him that so sweetly. The French accent was the finishing touch. Jack grinned, a big American grin, Marie thought. He leaned over and kissed her, tentatively, then more deeply. His lips were firm on hers, but he did not force the kiss. She trembled with excitement as she felt his steady strength in their kiss and their embrace. The trans-Atlantic move, the strange university system, new people, had made it easy to say "non" to sex. In fact, she admitted to herself, it had made it hard to find anyone proper to ask her! She had not realized till now how hungry she had gradually become to once again enjoy a man's touch. She longed for the excitement of preparing this slim young man with the interesting ways for herself. As the Zephyr rolled through the night, their caresses became more intimate. Jack loved the moment when his fingers slid under her waistband. He felt her tummy pull in beneath his hand, as she eased the way into her tight curls. He found her warm and moist, every nerve end waiting for his firm touch. Forced into mutual silence by the situation, their other senses seemed to become more acute, and her reactions guided him. A rush of her scent enveloped them, telling him to go on. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, when he wanted to close them in passion. Her amber eyes did not signal "caution." They invited him knowingly, urged him onward, as he watched her reaction to his explorations and responded accordingly. "What if she tries to take me all the way right here?" Jack suddenly found himself wondering. Marie's hand had slipped to the hard mound in his pants, and was circling her prey. He had not thought to bring a condom in his overnight bag, or Kleenex, or any other comfortable way of preventing a mess under this blanket. This was beyond wonderful, but it couldn't be allowed to go on. Taking a deep breath, and leaning close to Marie's ear, he whispered his concern. "Marie, this is wonderfulllll..." he started to speak, but had to take a deep breath as she cupped his balls. "But it's too much." He never thought that he would have said that. "I can swing things so my roommate will be away, and we can go to my place tomorrow....." he sighed as her fingers traced the line of his swelling. Marie shook her head anxiously. "No, I want you now. We can't wait till tomorrow." "Why can't we wait? It'll be nicer on a bed, together." Jack amazed himself. He wondered if she just wanted to have him come right there, as some sort of sick joke. He had heard of that. "Tomorrow will be too late." Marie whispered to him in a tone of intense urgency. "Too late?" "Yes, don't you remember-- I'm a Catholic." "It isn't Sunday tomorrow, is it? I've lost track...." Marie laughed. "No, I'm a Catholic, I use the rhythm method!" Jack's jaw dropped. "You mean we're doing this by the calendar?" he blurted out. But then he realized the possibilities, that they would experience the uncommon joy of no condom! She kissed him before he could ask another question; it was a long, longing kiss. She wanted him inside herself, and she did not want to wait for days. Jack's whole frame of reference was thrown off kilter by this information, and the information that he was receiving from his own body. As her French french kiss unfolded around him, his body tipped him that it was ready. They could talk all they wanted to, they could agree to put it off till another month, but just in case, he was ready for her NOW. Jack looked around. The lighting in the car was dimmed, and it looked like everyone else was trying to sleep. But every so often, someone walked by, like that older couple with the bags a few minutes ago. They were moving back to the sleepers. But he couldn't come up with the cash for that. Marie conformed to the practical stereotype of her countrywomen. She had a solution. "Just as the fortune cookie said," she whispered. "You are closer than you think. There's a changing room downstairs." "You mean the restrooms?" Jack's eyes grew big. "No, silly!" Marie explained how earlier she had discovered that one of the rooms had carpeted walls and a carpeted bench in it. And a door that locked from the inside. And mirrors, she added, licking her lips. "Then we'll do it!" Jack almost raised his voice. Marie felt a thrill at the positive attitude. They kissed, and then straightened themselves up, folded the blanket, and headed for the stairs. Ever practical, she grabbed up the blanket at the last minute, thinking it might smooth things out. It was an exciting rush down the spiral staircase, but he stopped her, letting her collide with him against the bulkhead. They embraced, a long, tender moment of last innocence together, and then they moved hand in hand toward the little room. Marie crossed herself. Hans und Katherine, Jack et Marie, the four lovers-in-waiting arrived at the changing room at the same time. It would be difficult to describe all the expressions on their faces, as there were not four, but perhaps eight or twelve. Imagine if you will that they were caught by a photographer: Hans, the oldest, the exciting stories of his travels showing in his sparkling eyes and bold look, definitely in shape for the Colorado ski trip; Katherine, the handsome, young blonde, beside him, her low-neck T-shirt giving a wonderful view of well-shaped breasts, unfettered by any bra, so fresh and full of energy, her freckles highlighted by the tan which she had acquired in some outdoor recreation, her big curves instantly commanding the attention of men-- and women; Marie, with auburn hair, tinged with a red that hinted of the fire inside, and with a look of determination on her round face; Jack, size 30 waist for his trimly-cut jeans, could have been any Iowa college kid who was used to being in charge of things. All of them glowing with excitement. The quartet looked at each other in amazement as it dawned on each couple that the other couple was just as clever as they. Hans, as the eldest, spoke first. "The conductor told us that we should use this room." That was not precisely it, but an appeal to authority seemed appropriate. Jack, hearing the accent, immediately bristled. "Hey, whose taxes pay for this train, anyway! This is a free country, you don't have any reservation on this room." His hormones told him that this would have to be solved quickly. Marie's quick eyes spotted Jack's fist clenching reflexively at his side. That was not the muscle that she wanted exercised; she had to think fast! Katherine felt a dark cloud passing over her. Through an amazing coincidence, her dream Hans was within her reach, and now he was going to be taken from her by a silly couple who did not understand how they intruded on this time of urgent sharing. There must be some solution! It was impossible to consider otherwise. The two women looked at each other, and then at each other's man. Broad smiles came to their faces, as the men glared at each other. Each of them was ready to risk anything in their hunger. Marie spoke first. "Let's work this out. We all know what we're here for." The men turned to her with quizzical looks. Katherine stepped to her side. "Yes," Katherine chimed in, looking at Hans, "this French woman is right. There must be a solution." The train lurched on a soft spot in the roadbed as she spoke, giving her voice an even more earnest note, as she balanced herself by grabbing Marie's arm. Jack realized that he enjoyed the way her breasts had moved under her T-shirt. Hans remained silent for a moment, thinking, but he could not focus. His thoughts were distracted by the sensuous way in which Marie had taken the violent yaw of the railway car. Nothing could shake this woman, he realized. Jack, too, was silent. A picture was beginning to form in his mind; it was one that he had seen when he was 14 in an old issue of Playboy. After the fashion camera session, according to the photo layout, the models, two men and two women, had felt hot and sweaty. Of course, the natural thing to do was for them to throw off all their clothes, and jump into the ocean together. Then in the last frame, they were paired off, embracing, another natural thing to do. It was not clear as to what the photographer had done at that point. Her name was Bonnie something, as he recalled. This whole stream of consciousness zipped through Jack's head in less time than it takes to tell it. He remembered that it seemed amazingly sexy, but he was enough of a Middle American to suspect that maybe things like that did not happen in real life. And now here they were. Jack spoke. "We'll all fit into that room. I'm going to be concentrating on Marie here, I don't care what you guys do. It's a free country." "I'm Hans, and this is my friend, Katherine," the rugged German said. He held out a hand to shake with Jack. They had not been properly introduced. "I'm Jack, and this is my teammate Marie; she's French, but we go to college together." Marie felt the wheels of the train clicking toward Hastings, and her biological calendar coming to a new page. Jack's idea was the one that she had been arriving at. "Let's not talk now," she urged. Katherine nodded agreement. Awkwardly, they filed into the room. Hans locked the door behind them, and having done so, found himself closest to the small bench. It was rather crowded in the room, he thought, but it was too exciting to worry about that. In some ways, it was like setting up camp for the night. Marie tossed the blanket over the washbasin counter's square edge, and straightened it as best she could. Jack watched her motions with interest and jealous protectiveness, but found himself sneaking a glance over her shoulder into the mirror behind. In it, he saw Hans and Katherine returning to their embrace, with his hands slipping up under her T-shirt. Her nipples were pressing hard outwards against the cotton, and then their shape disappeared as his hands slipped over her. "Reach for the sky!" Hans did his best imitation of a Western gunman's command. Katherine raised her arms in the air in mock arrest, allowing him to slip the T-shirt off over her head. She let her arms sway back in the air a bit, which brought her generous breasts forward to his lips; Hans kissed her, and then guided her onto his lap as he sat down on the little bench. She worked nimbly at his shirt buttons as he caressed her. Marie saw all this herself as she turned to embrace Jack. His burgeoning manhood strained against his jeans as they pressed themselves against each other. Marie realized that this was meant for her, but she had caught Jack's attention slipping to the mirror.