Dressing Room Fantasy

19 06 2009

It’s always nice to have a girl friend to go shopping with. A second opinion is always key.

It’s a nice perk to get to share dressing rooms.When the store is busy and all the rooms are full it’s nothing out of the ordinary for two friends to share a room. With a couple of pieces of clothing each, we step into the room. There’s been a bit of an unspoken and ongoing flirtation between us. I think you’re cute. Not sure what you think about me. But it’s not like that matters too much in my books. If I want you, I’ll have you.

I put those thoughts to the side as I slide out of my clothes and pull the dress over my head. Too big. You can see the pink of my bra clearly where the sides hang low. I glance over at you as you pull the shirt you just tried on off. I smirk to myself. The thoughts I tried to banish are rushing back.

I look at the other clothes I brought in with me and decide I don’t like them as much as before. I sit down on the stool in the corner and wait for you to finish. I’m getting antsy. That’s why I didn’t try on the rest of my clothes. I’m torn between what I want to do and what I know I shouldn’t. But the forbidden is oh so tempting.

While I’ve been musing to myself, you’ve tried on another dress and have turned to ask me what I think. I like it. A lot. And I tell you so. I stand up as you turn to look back in the mirror. You’re not paying attention to me as you examine the way the dress clings to you in just the right way. I’m glad you’re distracted, it makes making up my mind so much easier.

Quickly I clap my hand over your mouth and grab you by the hair from behind. I pull your head back onto my shoulder and ghost my lips across your ear.

“Be quiet,” I order and you glare at me. I feel your tongue against my palm, and teeth, trying to get my hand off your mouth. Sorry. I dont’ bend that easily. I bite down on your neck, then kiss the spot gentle. The more I kiss your neck , the more I feel you relax. Your breath is hot against my hand and I hear a muffled squeak as I lightly bite your earlobe, sucking it into my mouth.

“You going to be quiet now?” I say gruffly, voice just barely above the din of the dressing room. You nod and I release your mouth. My hand is still tangled in your hair but now that the other is free, I let it wander.

Your body is pressed against me as my hands explore. My eyes meet yours briefly in the mirror and I smirk at your confused yet aroused expression. I cup your breast, tweaking the nipple lightly through your clothing. That elicits a moan that sends heat shooting between my legs. I pinch harder and the moan that I get in response is loud enough for me to remind you that there are people all around us. ¬†You swallow loudly and nod. You don’t want to get caught.

My hand trails lower and I meet your eyes in the mirror. They’re wide, unsure of how far I want to take this. ¬†Though it only takes moments for you to figure out my intentions as my hand unabashidly slides into your underwear to find you soaking wet.

“Turned on much?” I chuckle, running my tongue along the shell of your ear. You just nod. I’m not sure why you’re cooperating so well. I expected more fight. But considering I think you’re shell-shocked by the audacity I have teasing you like this in a public dressing room, your complacentness isn’t too surprising.

My fingers find your hard clit and rub over it lightly. You gasp and then bite your lip, your eyes drifting closed. The thrill of being almost in public makes your hips squirm and press back against me. I’m soaking wet but I don’t care. I’m enthralled by watching you in the mirror as my fingers tease you. I take it one step further and slide a single finger into you. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and your hips begin to lightly ride my finger. My thumb caresses your clit and I feel your knees weaken as you let some of your weight rest on me.

I curl my finger inside you, hitting a spot that makes you want to moan. But with a harsh bite to your ear I remind you of the people laughing and talking on the other side of the flimsy dressing room walls. I speed up, intent on making you cum right here in this dressing room. You shake your head, knowing what I want. You’re embarrassed by the fact that you’re so turned on. Only a few more minutes and you gasp loudly and I feel your pussy contract around my fingers.

I withdraw my finger and wipe it on my pants as I turn you around. I kiss you hard and long, enjoying the feel of your body against mine. I let you go and tell you to get dressed. We have more shopping to do.



3 responses

20 06 2009

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21 06 2009

That was so damn hot!

21 06 2009

haha. thanks!! it was written by request…..hehe

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