Dressing room fantasy
I have this fantasy that my wife and I go to a mall. Both of
us have prepared by wearing some sexy under-things, her,
maybe a crotchless thong, me a thong with a little peek-a-boo
material. We go around the store picking out some clothes
to try on, her first. While she tries on the short skirts
and dresses, she comes out and poses for me, of course for
my approval. Coyly, she flashes me occasionally with that
money shot, sometimes by bending over, sometimes by lifting
her skirt. Since she hardly ever wears a bra, she flashes
my her breasts as well, when she comes out with a blouse buttoned
open to halfway down her abs, ala Jennifer Lopez.
Now, its my turn. I try on a nice robe, but before I come out
with it to show her, I pull on my cock a little to get it hard,
which is already in a slightly ready state from seeing her.
I tie the belt of the robe loosely so that just by walking
it starts to come undone. Just at the time I get near her,
it falls slightly open and she can see my bulging cock through
the mesh of my thong. I go back to try another robe and this
time I come out with no thong on and flash her my cock again.
When I go back, I ask her for the other robe, the red one, and
could she come take these robes back with her. She comes
back to the dressing room and I open the door for her to see
me jerking my cock in a pair of her undies that I brought with
me. When she returns with the robe, I now have no undies,
and she sees me pulling on my skin with just my socks and a
t-shirt on.
We leave the mens department and head over to another store,
again to the womens department. This time, she gets a few
outfits to take in with her, but leaves me with most of them.
She tries on a hot, backless red number than hangs just below
her beautiful butt. When she comes out, her outfit says
I want you all over. She seductively walks down to me,
and asks me if I like it. Of course, she can tell, because
my warm-up pants are growing bigger in my crotch area. She
leans over to get another of the outfits from me to try, and
flashes me her rock-hard nipples, which I could already
see pushing against the material in the dress. She loves
the feel of satin on her nipples! As she turns and walks away,
she drops the hanger and casually bends over to pick it up.
I swear I can see her pussy lips glistening through the slit
of the crotchless thong. She peeks a knowing glance and
continues back to the dressing room. Once there, she tries
on this outfit, only its too big. She calls out to me to come
and take this one back and get one thats a size 4. I come to
the door and the outfit is hanging on the inside of the door,
so I have to reach over, or open the door. I choose to reach
over, but she has left the door slightly jarred open and
it moves open enough that I can see her in the mirror with
one finger on her clit moving slowly back and forth. She
tells me to hurry and bring her that other outfit.
We had already put it aside nearby, so Im back in about one
minute easy. I look casually around as I go back towards
the dressing room. I bring her the outfit and she asks me
to come in so she doesnt have to come out there to pose for
me. I sit down on the small bench, and she is totally naked
except for her crotchless thong underwear. She tries on
this new outfit, asking me what I think. This is another
backless number, blue, with spaghetti straps and it comes
down a little lower than the other one, but still shows off
her great legs. Man, I just want to have her. I decide, while
she is looking at herself in the mirror admiring the outfit,
to pull out my cock and start stroking it. I know shes looking
at me in the mirror, and I am rock hard. I have to stroke real
slow, because Im so excited by all this playing around
that I could have cum an hour ago just watching her walk up
and down in the mall, knowing that beneath those sweat pants
was a beautiful flower surrounded by lace crotchless thong
underwear. We had a secret signal that if she asked me to
come in and there was no one who saw me, that I would. Otherwise,
I would make some excuse like I had to go the bathroom or get
a drink of water.
She takes off the spaghetti strap number and now she stands
before me, her perfect, perky small breasts with those
beautiful, love to suck nipples, her tight abs and gorgeous
legs, and a pair of white lace, crotchless thongs, her pussy
lips gleaming slightly in the light. I motion for her to
sit down, and I get on my knees before her. I lift her left
leg up over my shoulder and my tongue traces from her knee
right to her beautiful clit, which is wet, hard and so ready
to be sucked. With all the foreplay weve had teasing each
other around the stores it doesnt take much and shes doing
all that she can just to keep quite. She doesnt scream out
normally, like I do, but she does moan when shes having
a great time and getting close to her orgasm. Of course,
here, weve got to be quite or we will draw some unwanted
attention. I slide two of my finger easily into her wanting
pussy, searching for that G spot while gently sucking
her clit. With my other hand, I trace around her pussy. She
loves that! Before I know it, the walls of her pussy are gripping
my fingers with her building orgasm. She starts to tremble
slightly and I know its cuming, and its cuming big time.
Her whole body shakes and I can tell from the look on her face
that she wants to moan, to let something out, but knows she
cant. After what seems like forever, but really is only
three minutes, shes not shaking as much, but I know she
is still in the throes of orgasms. By this time, my cock is
so hard and so hungry, Ive just got to stick in her. Still
kneeling before, pulling my mouth back, fingers still
sliding in and out, I pull my lounge pants down to my knees
with my free hand. I replace my fingers with my cock, and
she shudders slightly again.
Slowly, because I know that Im going to cum any second since
Im so damned excited, I move in an out of her hot pussy. I
can sense that something is building in her as well, because
my cock has filled her pussy so much better than my hands
did. I can feel that sensation building up in my balls, and
my feet begin to tingle a little. I can feel that good feeling
up and down my back, and the muscles in my butt tense slightly.
Man, am I going to cum big time. I slow my penetration down,
nibbling at her nipples. She loves to have her nipples sucked,
and I can hear the silent moaning begin again. Its not audible,
but I can tell by her breathing, its not heavy, but its
musty, a quiet musty, and shes cuming to another peak.
Her back tenses in my hands as I bite her nipples with my lips,
sucking hard on them. They plop out and I make an audible
sound. Suddenly, we both listen for anyone nearby, but
I continue to move in and out. She slowly begins to arch her
back more and I can feel the momentum building up in my loins.
We are both reaching the point of no return and at this point,
it wouldnt matter if the Chief of Police were on the other
side of the dressing room door.
I want to scream out so badly, but dont. With all my strength,
I hold back. This perpetuates the momentum, as at the same
time I feel her pussy grip my cock tightly and then begin
to pulse, almost as if it is instinctively milking it for
the seed that will soon spill forth. And then it starts,
I can feel the warmth building in my loins, then start up
the base of my cock. Im squeezing to hold it back as much
as I can to savor the moment, but, oh, oh, oh, here it cums.
I shudder as my cock squirts powerfully into her contracting
pussy. We both shake in each others arms as I almost spasmodically
ejaculate every bit of juice that my balls were holding.
We both let out quiet sighs and listen for the other side
of the door, still savoring the union of our sex organs.
I lean over and pull out the wash cloths that we brought with
us to clean up. I pull my cock out and wipe the juices and semen
from it as she wipes the same from her throbbing pussy. We
are both spent, but we have to put ourselves together and
leave the store, were not at home in bed where we could fall
asleep in each others arms. She pulls back on her sweats
and pulls the regular panties out the pocket, putting them
on over the thong. I put my clothes back on and we both gather
the clothes she tried on, and the ones she didnt, and she
opens the door, peering out. The coast seems clear, and
we both come out holding all the clothes. We talk nonchalantly
about the clothes as we carry them back to the appropriate
racks. All the time we carefully check the surrounding
area to make sure we havent caused any alert to the clerks.
Just about the time we put the last article of clothing back,
a matronly clerk comes up behind us and states we must not
have found anything we liked. We both turn, and look at her
and respond no. As we thank her and walk away, I could swear
she winked at us.
Rokdog55
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