Dressing Room – We[FFF] have intense sex in a public fitting room. [lesbians] [voyeurism]

My friend Jeannie and I have a thing. We shop together, try on clothing, and fool around in the dressing room. 

We have always liked it when people watch us kiss and touch under tables and such, but since we found one particular clothing store, we can’t stop going there. It is a small shop that sells the sort of dresses we like, and the same saleswoman is always there. She watches us.

We leave the double doors of the dressing room partly open while we try on clothes. We make out, touch, and have quiet intense orgasms while the saleswoman stands at her desk. Afterward, we pull ourselves together, get dressed, and go out to pay for what we want to buy. The saleswoman has never said anything to us. Rarely, if ever, are there any other people there.

We wait until we get home to go completely crazy. The way the saleswoman, with her refined and restrained demeanor, watches but doesn’t mention anything is so hot to us. After we leave the store, Jeannie and I talk about the saleswoman and fantasize about her together – that watching us has made her wet, that she masturbates in the store after we leave. We talk about being with her and about what she would feel like and taste like. When we’re home we fantasize that she is there with us.

Jeannie and I arranged to meet at the store yesterday after work. I got there first and brought two sundresses into the dressing room to try on. I had been excited on and off all day from anticipation. I get wet easily, and my thong was wet just from waiting for Jeannie and from being near the saleswoman.

I was alone in the dressing room, the familiar yet distant saleswoman at her desk. Her long, straight brown hair was perfectly in place down her back, and she wore a thin beige blouse with a long loose skirt. 

I took off my clothes and sensed her watching me. I looked up through the partly-open door, and she was writing something. I thought she had just looked down. I faced the dressing room doors, meaning I faced the saleswoman, as I stepped into the button-down sundress. She looked up at me, but her expression didn’t change. I buttoned the dressed halfway, and she openly watched me. I turned around to look at myself, and caught her eye in the mirror. I don’t wear a bra and my breasts were completely uncovered. My pussy was getting moist from her eyes on me. I faced the mirror and buttoned the dress the rest of the way up the front. The saleswoman looked down and continued to write.

I looked at myself in the dress and Jeannie arrived, looking exhausted. She came into the dressing room and dropped her bag onto the floor.

I kissed her hello. Her kiss was tender but a little too brief; then she slumped down onto the stool in the dressing room. I looked in the mirror, and the saleswoman was watching us.

“Worst day,” Jeannie said. 

“Oh, that sucks. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you,” I said.

“I wish I were in a better mood. My last case killed me.” Jeannie is a social worker.

“Oh Jean…would you feel better if you tried on some new clothes?” I leaned over to kiss her puffy lower lip and bite it gently.

“I’m so wiped out.” 

“Are you okay, or not up for it?” I asked her, not wanting to be disappointed nor insensitive.

Jeannie took my finger to her mouth and kissed it. “I thought I might be too spent, but I think I’m starting to feel better,” she said. She gently licked the underside of my finger. She looked up at me and smiled. She checked out the sundress. 

“How does it look on me?” I asked her.

She looked at the dress from the bottom to the top. “Cute. It’s really cute.” She bit her lip and touched the hemline, which was just above my knee. “It’s sexy,” she said. I like the color. Your legs look great in it.” She smiled, her adorable smile with the twinkle in her eyes, then put her hand on the back of my leg and gently moved her fingers up my thigh. 

Jeannie and I have been friends for years, and even if we never fooled around I would love her like a sister.

“It’s nice to see you smile,” I said. 

“I like the neckline too,” she said and stood up. She ran her fingers along the lacy neckline, touching my skin slightly as she did. I felt goose bumps at her touch. “Yes, I definitely think I’m feeling better now,” she said and smiled at me again.

I looked out the door to the saleswoman at her desk, and she was watching every move. “The material is nearly as soft as your skin,” Jeannie said. She moved her fingers from the neckline down over the material to my breast. My nipple hardened under her touch. 

“Mmm nice,” she said. “The dress is even nicer now,” she said looking at my hard nipples. 

“I think she’s liking it too,” I said and looked to the saleswoman. 

“Yeah? My back is to her. Tell me what she’s doing.”

“Looking. Looking at you make my nipples hard.”

“Mmmm,” Jeannie said.

Jeannie held my tits then went back up to the neckline and undid the top button. She kissed my chest softly, then looked at me.

“Think she’s horny?” Jeannie asked.

“If she feels like I do, I think she’s dripping wet,” I said. [read more](https://realsexstoriesx.blogspot.com/2018/05/dressing-room-women-have-intense-sex-in.html)

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