What Girls Do P3

She spent longer than she expected searching the aisles for the “perfect” skirt. Finally she found the type of skirt she had in mind. It should hang a few inches below her crotch, but be revealing should she choose it to be. The skirt was, light cotton, with a red paisley print. She found an opaque white blouse that would reveal what was underneath.

She took her cart to the changing room. Her bra cups and Mary’s fantasy thoughts started to hurt her nipples. She entered the fitting room after checking with the clerk. As she entered the fitting room, her inner labia slid against each other. She envisioned her clit hiding beneath its protective hood trying to peek out and seek attention.

Mary’s fantasies about how she would look in her black lace bra and crotchless pants were distracting her from shopping.

Entering the changing room with only the skirt, the blouse and her purse, her previous purchases being watched by the clerk, she began the process of trying the clothing on. She tried the skirt first. She removed the baggy sweatpants. As she tried on the skirt and blouse, her damp panties felt cold against her pussy.

Mary admired the curves of her form. She focused on the dark dampness soaking through her thin cotton panties. She lightly stroked her thighs, stopping at the top of her mound to rub her pubic bone. Refocusing, she tried on the skirt she chose. Already aroused, repeatedly undressing in public was erotic. Her scent filled the small room, making her stiff nipples and wet pussy hard to ignore

“Hmmm…sexy here.”

Out of sheer willpower she dutifully returned to the task at hand. Mary removed her t-shirt again to put on the blouse she found. She started thinking nefariously…

“Private changing room.”

Her hands shivered as she unbuttoned and hung the blouse. Remove and hang the skirt. She could see that her face was flushed, as she decided that she had to cum, right now. She could last until she got back to the car, which was at least a half an hour away. She could feel her pulse in her stiffened nipples, and her now stiffening clit.

Thinking about the possibility that other women may have masturbated in this small mirror lined changing room tuned her on even more. She moved her hands up her body to rub her breasts, lifting them, squeezing, tracing her fingers around the areolas, her stiffening nipples begged to be free of the confinement of the thin material of the bra. Her body was giving her definite signs that it needed release, and it needed that release now. Closing her eyes, and tilting her head back in ecstasy as her hand slipped inside the elastic waistband of her plain white, thin cotton panties, her hand automatically found her slit. The moment her fingers came in contact with the hot moistness of her aching pussy, her clit stiffened in expectation.

To be Continue :)

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