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My girlfriend and I have
always liked screwing in unusual settings, especially in public places where we
might be seen. Recently we discovered new territory that turned out to be one
of the most exciting places yet—department store dressing rooms!
It all started innocently. Jennifer
needed a new bathing suit and she asked me to come along to give her my opinion.
It was a weekday, and the store wasn’t crowded. I hovered outside the dressing
room while Jennifer went in with three suits. In a few minutes she emerged
wearing one of them—well, “wearing” is hardly the right word. Two metallic gold
strips barely covered key locations on her trim, tanned body. My face must have
registered shock.
“Too skimpy, huh?” she said,
and trotted back into the dressing room. A few minutes later she returned in a
skirted number that not only hid everything but aged her ten years. The third
suit was a bright blue bikini that I thought was perfect, but Jennifer claimed
it wasn’t well made. She rummaged through the racks and dragged more suits into
the dressing room.
Soon I was getting turned on
by the sight of her luscious tits popping out of the tops of the suits, her
round butt covered by skimpy bottoms, and her long, smooth legs striding in and
out of the dressing room. My cock grew in my jeans. Jennifer noticed my
condition, and on her next trip from the racks to the dressing room tugged my
elbow and motioned me to follow her.
“Are you nuts? I asked.
“There’s no one else in here,”
she giggled, dragging me inside.
The dressing room was huge,
with mirrored walls positioned so that when you looked in one you saw your
image reflected several times over. Jennifer stripped off her latest try-on, a
white bikini, and giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Mmm,” she whispered, grinding
her pelvis against my hard-on, “I can tell we’re on the same wavelength.”
“In here?” I laughed, grabbing
her and looking over her shoulder at our reflection in the mirror.
“That s right, baby.” She sank
to her knees and undid my zipper, freeing my raging dick. She knelt before me
and began giving me one of her expert blow-jobs. I watched 1n the mirror—not
only could I see Jennifer on her knees and my cock sliding in and out of her
mouth, but I could see my own back, and behind that another reflection of
Jennifer sucking me, and behind that another, and on and on and on. It was
mind-blowing. I could have cum in about five seconds, but I held back, wanting
to fuck her in this setting. I pulled her long red ponytail, bringing her to
her feet. Quickly I undressed. Jennifer stood on a small ledge in the corner,
wrapped her legs around my waist, and slid herself onto my pole. Silently we
began to fuck. Over her shoulder I watched the multiple reflections of us in
the mirror, and saw her doing the same thing. Our eyes caught one another and
we began moving faster, groaning and moaning.
Suddenly we heard voices. The
salesgirl was bringing someone in to the dressing room next to ours! As she
passed by, she rapped lightly on the door.
“How are you doing in there?”
she called out pleasantly.
“Just fine,” Jennifer managed
to reply. “I still can’t decide though.”
“Take your time,” the
salesgirl said and left.
Next door we could hear
someone trying things on. Jennifer giggled and I silenced her with a kiss,
pumping my dick into her, wanting to finish off before we got interrupted again.
I had to keep kissing her so she wouldn’t give us away—Jennifer can be very
loud—and soon we were both cumming, me shooting my load into her wet cunt, and
she digging her fingernails into my back.
Laughing like naughty kids, we
got dressed. I ducked out of the dressing room and snuck past the salesgirl. Jennifer
came out holding the blue bikini in her hands. It turned out that she’d planned
to buy it all along, and the fashion show had been a charade to get me to fuck
her in the dressing room!
—Norman L.
