[M][STR] A woman’s clothes shopping trip.

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You're going to the shops, looking for nice clothes to buy. On your mind you want to try on some sexy clothes. You are looking at a nice skirt, thinking how it would look on you, then another catches you eye, its black, quite short and skimpy. But you are feeling sexy so you take that. Then you look at a nice sexy top, it is a little see through, daring and a nice fabric. You wonder how much of your body can be seen through the thin fabric, so you take it to try on later. You wonder over to the lingerie section, looking at the sexy models and underwear. You're enjoying browsing and don't notice the guy watching you. His eyes looking, flowing over you sexy thighs and bum. He's also stimulated, watching you look at the lingerie, imaging what it would look like on you.

You play with a sexy pink bra with nice lace and place it over your breasts to see what its like. Then you notice someone’s eyes watching you, glance up and your eyes meet. He quickly looks away, realising he's been caught and you feel a little nervous. But you carry on, you look for something more racy now, you want to tease a little. You notice out the corner of your eye he is still glancing over at you and away again, he can't seem to help himself. You find a matching thong and bra in mint green with soft velvet lace frills. You pick them up clearly displaying it, making your interest obvious. You play with it, touching the soft textile, feeling it run through your fingers, bumpy but soft. You know he is watching out the corner of his eyes, glancing nervously over to you. You toy with the thong panties and lacy bra, and place it on the rim of the shopping basket, letting it hang over the edge of the basket, to keep his gaze. You smile because you know he is captivated, but then you think you might be flirting just a little too much. A touch of panic beats your heart and you turn away.

You walk around the stand putting it between you and him, makes you feel a little safer and you play with the underwear, not really paying any notice of what you are fumbling with, glancing up nervously you see him drifting around the women’s clothes, still flicking a look towards you. Thinking what he is doing in the women clothing section you decide to walk to the far end to look and try to put some distance between yourselves. As you walk past him with your shopping basket you sneak a look and see he is looking at women’s shoes and your eyes dart to his bump in his pants, he's getting hard so you pick up your pace nervously. His eyes follow you all the way.

Now your heart is beating and you feel nervous. He's definitely not interested in the women’s shoes, he was watching you and has serious intentions. You didn't mean to get him so excited, what’s he going to do? Is he going to follow you? You feel the nerves in your stomach and your breathe picks up as you walk straight on to get away. Then you notice wetness between your legs, and you stop at the far section, pretending to look at a piece of clothing. Even as you hold and stare at the fabric of the jersey, your awareness is swallowed by the sweet wet warmth you feel in your flower, now softly pulsating between your legs. You feel anxious but warm and sweet at the same time, fully aware of the eyes piercing your back from the other side of the room. You stand there for a moment holding the sleeve of the soft warm bulky sleeve, unable to move, frozen, feeling completely vulnerable as though there were nothing between you and him, sensing that tickling, delicate wetness softly penetrating your panties.

Where are you going to hide? Maybe he's thinking that bra and panties is an invitation, now you've got to hide them, got to stop this! Determined and slightly panicked, you yank at the red jersey in front and pull it over the panties and bra that he's been watching in your basket. You make a quick dash for the first place of safety you can think of, straight to the change rooms. The lady asks you for the basket and offers you a number, she tells you to leave the underwear with her, but gives you the rest. You can't help but to look back and your eyes meet again nervously, he's carrying some garments too and walking over slowly. You rush into the back for safety, walking down the aisle to the end change room and draw the curtains behind you.

Suddenly you realise this is a unisex change room! You panic and drop the red jersey on the floor, almost on purpose, next to the curtain. You watch in slow motion as the tongue of the sleeve rolls out gently on the floor under the curtain, outside. As you realise he saw the red jersey covering the sexy green lingerie, the anxiety takes hold of your legs, pulling you fast, stuck there. If he walks in the change room and notices the jersey he will know where you are. Hearing your heart beating in your throat and the sounds of people changing in the rooms next to you, you wait, still not reaching down to pull up the jersey. You wilfully decide to leave it there, tempting fate, yet scared what could be, heart beating hard but you feel your pussy swelling excitedly. No, it wouldn't really happen, not here, not with everyone around.

You notice your thighs, squeezed tight in your jeans. You start to unbuckle, ready to change into the new loose skirt you picked up. The jeans slide off your warm legs and you step out of them slowly, anxious for you privacy. You hear footsteps outside coming closer, you feel your mouth quiver and your heart beat in your mouth, you freeze and hear the curtains draw back, you turn and see him staring determinedly at you. You just turn your head away, silently, feeling the urge to run, panic running through your veins, want to shout out, but you just surrender, your throat can't shout as he moves to you pushing you from behind as you lift your hands to the wall in front to brace against his torso. You whimper silently unable to make a sound for fear that someone can hear. You hear him pull the curtains closed and an arm reaches over from behind. A warm hand lands on your wet panties and gently squeezes your quivering pussy, it reaches under your panties and gently squeezes your nut. You feel fingers running down, warm, deeper in your pussy and you breath out heavily as another hand pulls down your panties down past your knees and they drop to your ankles. Feeling his breath against your neck and ear, gently massaging your puffed up pussy lips, the other hand reaches up and squeezes your breast. Then he lets go and both hands undo your bra, lifting off you blouse at the same time.

His hands land on your breasts, teasing your nipples and you feel his lips caress your neck. You feel the electricity run from his fingers through your nipples and as his hands stroke down your tummy and over your bum, the overwhelming calming sensation beats, tingling down to your stomach. His hands squeeze your thighs and then you feel them removing his pants. You hear the belt buckle clink and the soft pants fabric falls with a quiet thud on the floor. Warmth of his hard sausage fills between your bum and protrudes towards the wetness. Your breathe heaves as you close your eyes, quivering with every slight sound. You hear people around in the change rooms, cashiers on the other side of the thin walls. Do they hear you? It slides in between your lips, searching, pushing against the warmth. You lift one leg up onto the seat, willing that hard pulsating cock inside. You feel the electricity rush as his head finally pushes up deep inside, warm waves of heat push up into your body connecting to your nipples as he squeezes your firm breasts, squeezing your breasts. Your bodies bump against the thin walls of the change rooms, obviously making a noise.

As he rhythmically pulses against you, the sounds of the people in the rooms changing, listing to your quiet moans, you bumps, you can't push out the thought that people are listening this guy pushing deep into your hot drooling pussy. Your heart is racing, what if someone finds out, this complete stranger is riding you, and you are willingly allowing him to enjoy you. But you surrender to it, sweating now as you feel his cock swelling rock hard, filling you completely, moving faster and faster, he grabs hold of your outreached hand and squeezes it as you feel his cock bursting, pulsating rhythmically and you convulse deeply, sweetly inside in response as you fill with delicious cream. Sweet delight fills your body and you both moan quietly, holding back aware of others around you.

Your bodies slowly stop, hands sliding away gently. Your awareness returns and you hear the people nearby much clearer. How much did they hear? You are sure they heard a bit, as you feel his cock pull out. Quickly he pulls up his pants and is gone. You are caught out of breathe, standing dazed but relaxed. You feel your sweet cream very slowly dribbling out, remembering you have no tissues to clean up. You quickly pull up your panties, desperate to hold back the warm leakage of your passions and fumbling, pull up the jeans over. You adjust your top quickly now, desperate to get out, past all the people you are sure have noticed. Throwing the clothes back in the bag you pull back the curtains and walk out, back down the aisle. You walk past a woman who glances at you. You hand back the basket of clothes to the store assistant as she asks if they fitted. Too embarrassed to look at her you whimper that they did not fit as you don't stop walking, aware of your inner thighs drooling more and the wetness spreading out your fluffy pussy. Walking wobbly as your legs feel like jelly, clumsily over the shop floor you head straight to the exit noticing people glancing at you. How much did they hear? Where did he go to? You head straight out the exit to the safety of your car and as you sit down you feel the last waves of relaxation spreading warmly out between your legs. You go home in silence, heart still beating slowly.

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