The Fitting Room [Mf] [Public] [first person]

You had slipped into the fitting room with an armful of clothes and expected me to wait with just a promise that you would show off ‘the good ones’. To give myself *some* credit, I did wait. Long enough for the rustling of clothing through the curtain to drive me crazy. Admittedly it wasn’t very long but I had been putting up with this little shopping trip for too long already. I took one quick look around the shop to make sure no one was watching and then pushed the curtain aside and slipped inside.

The curtain fell back into place as I was greeted by the sight of your mostly-bare back and the widening of your pretty brown eyes through the mirror as you saw me. Your shirt was discarded on the room’s bench and I had clearly caught you just about to remove a little black bra. Your hands quickly dropped from your back and I grinned as you turned quickly, looking ready to kick me out but I closed the distance and put one finger to your lips in an unmistakable shushing gesture before you could find the words. My other hand went to your hip, your skirt separating your skin from my touch.

I was almost surprised that my finger kept you quiet as you stood there silently, looking up at me with a reproachful look even as I caught the light flush to your cheeks. I didn’t give you a chance to change your mind. My hand on your hip dropped lower until I found bare thigh. Your skin was soft and smooth and perfectly warm to the touch. I gave your leg a little squeeze and let my hand move higher, slowly but purposefully, pushing your skirt up and to your hips and eventually exposing the black lace panties you were wearing. You hadn’t moved yet or said a word, though I could feel a small gasp against my finger as my other hand slipped between your legs and started to softly rub you through the silky fabric.

I leaned in closer and started to kiss your neck. Your body was tense and I could almost feel your nervousness about the chance of being caught but I ignored the obvious signs as my lips gently worked higher. Slowly tracing upwards and only stopping to lightly nip at your earlobe. Your lips were tight under my finger, I knew you must be losing your patience and any moment you would finally speak up. You would open your mouth and break the spell and finally tell me to get out. I broke the silence first, my mouth was nearly touching your ear, my breath hot against your skin as I whispered, “Shh… No one will hear.”

I felt you shiver faintly in response to my touch, my fingers under your skirt finding your clit just as my breath hit your ear and your lips did part but only in another gasp. Somehow, that seemed to work, you didn’t exactly relax but I felt the tension leave your lips as though you gave up offering an argument for now. I felt the growing heat of your excitement as your hips start to rock against my other hand and my mouth dropped back to your neck. Teasing, kissing and lightly biting at your skin.

My finger on your lips finally moved. Slowly trailing across your skin. Down your chin, your neck, your chest, and coming to stop at the fabric of your little black bra. My mouth was again at your ear, as my finger tugged the material between both cups. I whispered one word, quiet but demanding, “Off.”

I straightened up and met your eyes as you hesitated for just a moment. Your cheeks were flushed and I could see your eyes briefly dart towards the curtain behind me but that didn’t stop your hands. You unclasped the bra, shrugged your shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Your breasts weren’t large but as always, I could have stared forever; they were perfectly shaped and so incredibly perky. My hand immediately cupped one, my thumb rubbing across your already hard nipple. Rolling it, teasing you just the way I knew you liked it.

I leaned in closer and finally pushed my lips against yours in a rough kiss as my hands continued to explore you. My fingers seeking out all your most sensitive spots until you were gasping to bite back moans and your arousal was unmistakable through your panties. It was only then that I broke our kiss and my hands both dropped to your hips, forcefully turning you away from me. One hand held firmly there as the other slid up your bare back and pushed forward, pushing until you bent at the waist and caught yourself against the mirror with your face nearly touching the smooth surface. Each breath causing a light fog as I held you there for a moment.

I leaned in against you, my shirt against your bare back and my hardness unmistakable even through my pants and your skirt. My lips were at your ear again and my voice a demanding whisper, “Stay just like that.” I felt another little shiver go through you before I took a half step back.

I looked you up and down as you watched me through the mirror. Just like I had told you to, you stayed in that position. Bent at the waist and face nearly touching the mirror. Your dark hair over your shoulders and nearly hiding your breasts from my view in the mirror but leaving your back bare. Your skin looked so smooth and there was that perfect arch to your back with you bent forward like this.

My hands went to your hips. I found the buttons for skirt and undid them one at a time, letting your skirt open and then fall off your hips and down your legs. Your panties followed after. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and peeled the thin black fabric slowly down your hips and over your ass and then down your thighs until your panties fell to the floor. Without a word, you stepped out of both and stood there completely naked except a slim black choker around your neck.

I could see the flush on your cheeks and the look of need in your eyes but I could also see your nervousness in the way your eyes darting from me to the thin curtain through the mirror. I knew you wanted more, were aching for it, but you were obviously nervous about how we had little more than a thin piece of cloth separating us from the busy shop.

I let you stand there for a few long moments, bent forward and waiting anxiously, just looking at the perfect sight before me. Your smooth, creamy skin. Your perfect ass and slim legs parted just enough. Your chest rising with slightly unsteady breaths. Your eyes seemed to be asking what I was waiting for and finally, I couldn’t take it any longer either. I undid my pants, letting them fall down my legs as I pulled my boxer-briefs off, my aching cock springing free from the confines of my clothes and I closed the distance between us. One hand going to your hips as the other guiding my hardness between your legs. I didn’t enter you right away, I just slowly rubbed myself against you. Feeling your wetness on me, teasing you and leaning in closer. Another nip at your ear, another whisper and hot breath against your sensitive skin, “Can you keep quiet Ann?”

You didn’t respond at first until you seemed to sense I wouldn’t take this any further until you did. You nodded your head once, slowly and I saw you bite your lip in anticipation. I grinned again as I continued to tease you. I could feel your growing frustrated as I just rubbed myself against you, almost painfully slowly. Your own hips rocking against me and urging me on until I couldn’t take it anymore. I shifted my hips and in one easy movement I entered you. Slowly. One hand stayed on your hips and the other went between your shoulder-blades. I pushed you closer towards the mirror as I pulled your hips back onto me as I sank deeper inside you.

I let out a quiet groan of pleasure as my cock started filling you. As I felt you envelop me. I started to rock my hips, barely moving at first and still mindful of the how easily we could be heard if anyone came back to the fitting rooms but it didn’t take long before I started to forget why I should care. I lost myself to the animal need that always came from being inside you like this. From having you pinned against the wall.

I started to move more. First just a harder more insistent rocking of my hips and eventually full thrusts. Long and slow to start but my need continued to build along with my pleasure and I soon forgot our surroundings as I started to truly fuck you. Hard. Hard enough that I was practically forcing you into the mirror with each thrust. Hard enough that my thighs were lightly slapping against the backs of yours with each thrust. I could feel your wetness coating me, hear you fighting to keep quiet even as I started to let go. The tiny room was filled with the sounds our sex; our ragged breathing and barely contained gasps and muted moans. The scent of your excitement was also filling the small fitting room and only further driving me on. Pushing me towards release.

Release I was determined to share with you. I leaned in closer, my body pushing more tightly against yours as my hand on your hips moved forward, finding your clit and rubbing you in time with my thrusts. It didn’t take long until you could barely contain yourself, your sounds of pleasure were still muted but louder. If I had not been so lost to my single-minded need to cum, I am sure I would have worried about being overheard. Instead, I kept going. My muscles tensing as I caught to hold back my release, tried to hold on until you got there too.

I didn’t have to wait long. With a sudden, almost surprised, gasp from you I could feel as your orgasm started. Your body shuddering as the pleasure rolled through you and you tightened around me in little pulses. That was all it took. With my own groan of pleasure I started to cum. It was a deep, intense orgasm that seemed to last forever as I pushed myself harder into you, pushing myself deep for each spurt of cum I filled you with.

As I came down, my movements slowed until I was simply grinding against you, I felt like I could barely hold myself up behind you. And you were still out of breath, leaning against the mirror and taking deep shuddering breaths with your eyes closed and a little smile on your lips. I pulled back and out of you, eliciting a tiny whimper from you but you remained where you were, leaning against the mirror and bent at the waist. I stood looking you over for a long moment. Our combined sex coating me and already leaking down your inner thighs.

I bent forward and pulled my pants and boxers up, grabbing your panties from the floor as I did. Holding them up with a wolfish grin before sliding them in my pocket, “Better get dressed, you got a bit loud there.” My comment seemed to snap you out of it as you pushed away from the mirror and straightened up and dressed in record time. You left the clothes you were going to try on and grabbed my hand. You pulled me out of the dressing room, I couldn’t help but notice the imprints you had left on the mirror as you did, and then out of the shop to let us get lost in the crowds of the mall and finally out to the garage and to my car. Your eyes down, your cheeks bright red the whole time, and you were completely silent. I was starting to wonder if I was in trouble…

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