Changing room quickie [MF]

Elle and I were going to a concert about an hour away from home. On the way, she needed to stop at the mall to return a gift she’d gotten so we built some time for that into our plan for the day.

The “plan” was pretty simple, drive to the city, stop at the mall on the way, then head to her aunt and uncle’s house to drop off our stuff. They were out of town and we were going to stay the night. From there, on to the concert.

Naturally, I added one piece to the agenda; fuck Elle before the concert. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to do much at the show given the venue and I didn’t want to wait until after.

A plan is great to have, but traffic is the enemy of all great plans. After an hour of staring at tail lights, we finally reached the mall.

“We’re not going to have time to swing by the house before the show,” I told Elle as she power walked inside. It was early fall so I was in jeans and a button down while Elle was wearing a pair of white pants so tight they looked painted on and a black tank top with a pink denim jacket. Her long red hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail on the back of her head.

“It’s fine, we’ll be quick here and then we can figure it out,” she snapped back. The woman didn’t like when her plans got fucked with.

After a few minutes of searching, we found the right store. As I turned towards the return counter, Elle beelined towards the women’s section.

“I just need to get a different size and I can exchange them,” she said, the sass in her tone evident.

I gritted my teeth and followed. Shopping was definitely not on the list and this was threatening to make us late.

Thankfully, Elle found what she was looking for. She grabbed an identical pair of pants to the ones she had brought in and made her way to the dressing room. “Ohh stop pouting,” she snipped, “if I don’t try them on and they don’t fit, we’ll just be back here later.”

I nodded and followed her. Just before she reached the dressing room she stopped. A skirt had caught her eye. She snatched a 2 off the rack and headed in.

I stood just outside the door and waited, tapping my foot in the all too cliche way.

“Jeans fit,” she yelled out from over the top of the door. Thank god. A few seconds later, she opened it and stood before me, her white pants replaced with a black leather skirt. “What do you think?” she said with a wry smile.

My cock betrayed me. I was going to tell her she didn’t need it and let’s get out of here, but her perfect bubble butt in a leather skirt stirred something in me and my cock began to swell. I looked left and right, but there was no one in sight. Without a word, I stepped forward, pushing Elle back into the tiny dressing room and locking the door.

She looked shocked at first, but quickly took the hint, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me down for a kiss. I fumbled with my belt before she pulled back and undid it for me, dropping to her knees and taking my cock in her mouth. I watched in the mirror to our right as she squatted and began bobbing her head, giving me a wet, sloppy blow job. Her goal was clear; finish me off quick so no one catches us, but once again, her plan was about to be ruined. As I felt myself getting closer, I grabbed Elle by the arms and pulled her up.

“What are you doing?!” she whisper-yelled.

I only smiled, spinning her around and pushing her towards the mirror. She put her hands out and braced herself agains the wall, her leather-bound ass popping up before me. I flipped the skirt to her hips and revealed a crisp white, lacy thong. I squeezed her porcelain ass with one hand as I moved the small bit of fabric clinging to her pussy lips and pushed my cock inside.

Elle’s eyes got wide as she was forced to adjust quickly to being filled. I began to thrust hard, but as quietly as possible. The look on Elle’s face went from shock to lust as I grabbed her hips and stretched her cunt to my liking. I reached around and flipped down her top, Elle’s perky B-cups bouncing free instantly since she wasn’t wearing a bra.

As I fucked my girlfriend in the dressing room, I thought about the plan. Sex at the house in a bed would have been great, but this was far more fun. After a solid minute, I felt my orgasm approaching. With a final thrust, I buried my cock in Elle and unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside her. With nothing on hand to clean up with, I thrusted a few more times, forcing my cum deeper into her womb.

I quickly pulled out and Elle dropped the skirt and slid back into her pants. We made the exchange, bought the skirt of course, and were on time for the show.

As the opening act took the stage, Elle leaned towards me and whispered in my ear.

“Your cum is starting to leak into my panties. You’re going to have to fill me again later.”

Now there’s a plan we could both get on board with.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/101p9xi/changing_room_quickie_mf