[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/SirsStories/comments/bd67f1/changing_room_part_2/?)
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Once again, my apologies for the inconsistency of my posts, my life has been pretty crazy recently so I’ve not had time to write the follow ups I keep promising. Anyway I hope you enjoy this story, I wrote it for someone on here so it’s first person as a pose to the usual third person.
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This was becoming somewhat of habit. You’d felt guilty about it at first, but the more you thought about it, and the more you did it, the more it turned you on. It had started out innocent enough, you’d been frustrated and horny when you were out shopping and, as you slipped out of your clothes to try on a cute dress in the changing room, your hand had slid over your panties and you’d started to rub yourself. After a few seconds you’d stopped yourself, a buzz running through your whole body, got dressed and quickly left the store.
That night all you’d thought about was masturbating in public, maybe you’d be caught, maybe you’d cum a few feet away from a stranger, maybe the whole store would look at you when you emerged and they’d know what a dirty slut you were. The thoughts raced around your head and you cancelled your plans, hopped into bed and came hard against your vibrator at the thought of playing with yourself in a changing room. You felt guilty as you lay back on your bed but you couldn’t deny the excitement you’d felt as you’d rubbed yourself earlier in the day.
You woke up the next day, the fantasy still rushing around your mind and you felt yourself getting wetter as you lay contemplating if you should go back. You knew it was wrong but that just made you want it even more.
You had gone back to the same store, you recognised some of the employees from the day before. Would they recognize you? Would they say anything? If they did, no one said anything and, with your heart racing, you picked a few dresses from a rack. One was far too small and one was an ugly blue colour. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like you’d be buying them, you just needed an excuse to go into the changing area.
You felt even more of a buzz, this was planned, you were here to masturbate. You closed the door behind you, checking the lock was firmly in place. Taking a deep breath, you slid out of your dress, letting it drop to the floor. Your heart rate quickened as you unclipped your bra and it dropped it on the pile. The bra was soon followed by your panties and you realised just how wet you were. Your fingers slid over your lips and you put your other hand against the full-length mirror, leaning on it for support. As you got closer to cumming you started to forget where you were and, as you came hard against the tips of your fingers, your body convulsing slightly, you let out a soft moan.
You were brought back to reality as you heard footsteps outside the cubicle and a male voice spoke “Hello, everything alright in there?”
Your heart was racing at a million miles an hour as you spoke a little too quickly “Yup, fine thanks!”
“Ok… well… let me know if you need anything…” The footsteps continued away as you felt a rush of embarrassment. You dressed quickly and left in a hurry, not looking anyone in the eye and dropping the dresses on a pile of unwanted items. The air outside was cold and it snapped you back to reality as your heart continued to thump out of your chest. It didn’t stop until you got home. Even then you were on edge, expecting a knock on the door or a phone call. Saying what you didn’t know. You had suddenly realised just how exhausted you were and you flopped onto the bed, still fully dressed and fell into a deep sleep.
You didn’t go back to the store the next day. How could you? But you still felt the rush of almost being caught, of the manager catching you. Telling you what a naughty girl you’d been, laying you across his lap and spanking you. The thought of actually being caught, of being punished, of being fucked hard for what you’d done…. You couldn’t resist, and even though you knew you shouldn’t you went back that weekend.
You were prepared this time, you knew what you were going to do. That morning you slid your plug inside your ass and put your vibrator in your bag. You walked into the store head held high, you only saw female assistants and couldn’t see the male manager anywhere. You picked a few more items and made your way to the back, towards the changing area. Slipping into the furthest cubical you locked the door and began to undress, you could feel your plug pressing into you and, combined with the sound of the sounds of the store, you were dripping wet. As you dropped your panties you felt a sudden need to cum. You pulled out your vibrator, standing naked in the mirror once again, you turned it on, listening, seeing if anyone noticed the soft buzzing. No one said anything and you pressed it against yourself, drawing in a sharp breath.
As the feeling of pleasure became more intense you felt your bare breast with your other hand, standing on your tip toes and licking your lips as the sensation became overpowering. You were close now. So very close to spilling over the edge.
*Bang bang bang*
You jumped, switching the vibrator off and gulping. You’d been caught. Suddenly you wanted to be a million miles away as the adrenaline coursed through you.
“What’s going on in there?!?” the male voice said harshly.
“I’m just…” you paused for far too long “changing” you heard the jangle of keys and the lock started to turn. You grabbed it as the key began to make progress. “I’ll be out in a minute!” You stuffed your bra and panties into your handbag, hastily pulling your dress over your head. Leaving the clothes hanging in the cubical you turned the lock the rest of the way and pushed open the door.
I was standing there, a disapproving look on my face as you looked down, unable to look me in the eye, your cheeks burning hot as they flushed red. As you made to push past me, I suddenly grabbed your arm.
“You shouldn’t be doing that you in here you know” I said firmly. You suddenly felt very vulnerable, your pussy exposed beneath the thin fabric of your dress and your still hard nipples visible through the fabric. You looked up at me, your cheeks still flush with embarrassment. My eyes ran up your body, pausing slightly at your hips and then once again on your hard nipples, my grip on your wrist not softening.
I spoke a lot more softly now “But if you need a place where you can do that…” I released your arm, pressing something into your palm and speaking in almost a whisper now as to not be overheard “text me”.
You were in shock as you left the store, feeling the gaze of the other customers and staff burning into you as you walked quickly outside. It wasn’t until five minutes of walking that your heart rate began to return to normal and you looked at what I given you. Written on the back of a promotional leaflet was my number and the same words “text me” you knew you should probably throw it away, move on with your life and not think about this again, but something made you keep it, and as you shoved it inside your bag you knew what you would do.
Later that night you sat down, took a breath, and sent the message “I need a place” you set the phone down, anxiety pulsing through you as the thought of what you’d just done flooded you with the same excitement as masturbating in public had done. You were about to go get fucked by a stranger who had caught you, vibrator in hand, playing with yourself in a cubicle. You suddenly felt incredibly horny again, after all you hadn’t had chance to cum in the store.
Your phone buzzed and you jumped a little. The message on the screen only said one thing, it was an address not too far away. The phone buzzed again.
“30 minutes. Dress nicely”
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I hope you enjoyed, please scroll up for the link to part 2 on my subreddit.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bd68xl/changing_room_part_1_mdom_fsub