Dressing room affair

“I’m so sorry, I thought this was the men’s section,” a deep, slightly panicked voice echoed through the curtain. The woman froze mid-step, her hand hovering over the lace of a scarlet thong. She looked around the deserted lingerie aisle, wondering if she’d heard correctly. The voice was definitely male.

Cautiously, she approached the curtain of the changing room, her heart fluttering. “Is everything okay in there?” she called out, her voice a soft melody in the silence of the store.

“Yeah, it’s just me,” the man responded, his voice a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. “All the changing rooms in the men’s section are locked. And the attendant’s nowhere to be found. Can you believe it?”

The woman took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sudden rush of adrenaline. “Well, I guess that’s just your luck,” she said with a slight chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood. “Take your time” she added before turning away to give him some semblance of privacy.

A few moments passed, and she heard the rustle of fabric, the unmistakable sound of a zipper, and then silence. Curiosity piqued, she couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like underneath those pants. The tension in the air was thick, and she found her cheeks growing warm. She decided to take a chance, “Hey, I don’t mind if you need a second opinion,” she offered over her shoulder, glancing back at the curtain.

The curtain twitched, and she caught a glimpse of a tanned hand. “Seriously?” the man said, hope coloring his voice. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I just want to make sure these fit right.”

With a gentle smile, she stepped closer to the changing room, her heart racing. “I’d be happy to help,” she said, her voice a sweet whisper. She could feel the heat radiating from his body through the thin fabric that separated them.

The curtain parted, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. His muscular torso was bare, and he was indeed wearing a pair of tight-fitting pants that hugged his strong thighs. He looked like a Greek god lost in a sea of lace and silk.

Her eyes widened as she took in the sight, and she felt a sudden jolt of attraction that made her knees wobble. She stepped into the changing room, her breath catching in her throat as the curtain fell closed behind her, enveloping them in a cozy cocoon of semi-privacy. The air was electric with tension, and she could feel his gaze on her, his eyes tracing the contours of her body through her casual dress.

“Go ahead, turn around,” she instructed, trying to sound confident despite her racing pulse. He complied, turning slowly on the small round pedestal in the center of the room. She studied the fit of the pants, noticing how the fabric stretched taut over his muscular buttocks, revealing the perfect V-shape that tapered to his narrow waist. The pants hugged him in all the right places, highlighting the bulge at the front that grew more pronounced with every step.

“They look great,” she murmured, her eyes lingering a second too long. She felt his gaze on her, hot and heavy, and she knew that he wasn’t just looking for fashion advice anymore. The air grew thick with a palpable tension that seemed to crackle and dance around them like a living entity.

He took a step closer, the scent of his cologne wrapping around her like a warm embrace. “Thank you,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “But what do you really think?”

Her eyes met his, and she felt the world outside the changing room fade away. The only thing that mattered was the heat building between them, the way his gaze dropped to her lips, the way his chest rose and fell with every shallow breath he took. She knew she was playing with fire, but she’d never felt so alive, so daring. She’d never wanted anything so badly.

With a trembling hand, she reached out and traced the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath her fingertips. He leaned into her touch, and she felt the moment stretch out like a tightrope between them, taut and thrilling. “I think…” she began, her voice a breathy whisper, “I think you look incredible.”

The man’s eyes searched hers, and she knew he could see the desire pooling in her gaze. He took the final step that separated them, bringing their bodies within a breath of one another. She could feel the warmth of his chest, the rapid beat of his heart matching hers. “Is that all?” he asked, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down her spine.

Without thinking, “No,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “I want you.”

The man’s eyes darkened with passion as he reached for her, his hand cupping the back of her neck. He pulled her closer, and she could feel the hardness pressing against his pants, making her stomach flip with excitement. His mouth claimed hers in a hungry kiss that seemed to devour her very soul. His tongue danced with hers, exploring every corner of her mouth.

Her hands found their way to his waist, gripping the fabric of the pants she’d just approved. She felt his muscles flex under her touch, his body responding to the fire that had ignited between them. He deepened the kiss, one hand sliding down to her hip as he pulled her closer, grinding himself against her.

The woman could feel the heat building between her legs, and she knew she wanted more. She reached up, her hands skimming over his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles and the rapid beat of his heart. Her fingers found the button of his pants, and she began to unbuckle his belt with trembling hands.

He broke the kiss for a moment, his eyes searching hers for permission. She nodded, her breath coming in shallow pants. He stepped back, letting his pants fall to the floor, revealing his thick, hard cock that jutted out from his boxers. She felt a thrill run through her at the sight, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees. She reached out and took him in her hand, feeling the heat and the pulse of his desire. He groaned, his hand threading through her hair as she leaned in and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, tasting the saltiness of his arousal. He was so much larger than she’d imagined, and she felt a sense of power knowing she could bring him pleasure like this.

The man’s breath hitched as she took him deeper, her tongue sliding along the velvety shaft. She could feel the veins pulsing under her touch, and she sucked gently. His hands tightened in her hair, guiding her as she found a rhythm that made him moan. The sound spurred her on, and she took more of him, feeling the thickness fill her mouth.

Her own arousal grew with every stroke, her panties dampening as she listened to his low groans of pleasure. She could feel her body responding, her nipples tightening against the fabric of her dress. Her pussy clenched with need, and she realized she was grinding her hips against the plush carpet beneath her knees.

The man’s hand left her neck to cup her chin, tilting her face up to look at him. His eyes were glazed with lust, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. He whispered something she couldn’t quite understand, but she knew what he wanted. With a nod, she stood, her knees shaky with desire, and turned to lean against the wall.

The wallpaper was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within her. She felt the man’s hands on her hips, his breath hot on her neck as he kissed her shoulder, his teeth grazing the soft flesh. His fingers trailed up her sides, pushing the fabric of her dress higher until it pooled around her waist, exposing her lacy black thong.

He groaned at the sight of her bare ass, his hand sliding over the curve of one cheek and squeezing firmly. She gasped and leaned into his touch, her body begging for more. With a quick snap, he pulled the thong aside, exposing her wet, swollen pussy to the cool air of the changing room. He didn’t waste a moment before sliding his hard cock along her slit, teasing her with the promise of what was to come.

Her breath hitched as she felt the tip of his cock nudging against her entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling her up until she thought she might burst. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes squeezed shut as she adjusted to the delicious feeling of fullness. He was so much bigger than anyone she’d been with before, and she reveled in the slight discomfort that mingled with the pleasure.

With a thrust, he was all the way in, his hips pressing against her firm ass. She could feel every ridge of him, and she pushed back, urging him to move. He didn’t need much encouragement. With a growl, he began to pump into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the small space, mixing with their ragged breaths and muffled moans.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, she could feel herself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building with every stroke. Her inner walls tightened around him, and she knew she was going to come soon. He was hitting all the right spots, his rhythm perfect, his cock stretching her just enough to make it feel like heaven.

The man’s grip on her waist tightened as he increased his pace, his breathing growing more ragged. She felt his thumbs dig into her hips as he held her in place, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. She could feel his cock swelling within her, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.

And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her body convulsing around his, her muscles clenching and releasing in pleasure. He groaned in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt her pussy spasm around him. It was all too much, and with one final, desperate push, he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his hot seed.

For a moment, they remained joined, both panting and trembling, their bodies still connected by his cock. Then, with a sigh, he pulled out, and she felt the warmth of him trickling down her thighs. He stepped back, and she turned and knelt before him.

Looking up into his eyes, she took his still-hard cock in her hand, feeling the slickness of their combined pleasure. He watched her, his gaze hooded with satisfaction, as she leaned in and took the head into her mouth. She licked and sucked, savoring the taste of them both on his skin. Her movements were gentle, almost reverent, as she cleaned him off, her tongue swirling around his softening length.

Once he was clean, she stood and slowly adjusted her panties back into place. They were soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. She felt a thrill at the thought of wearing them like that, the wetness a constant reminder of what had just transpired. He pulled his pants up, tucking his now-flaccid cock away with a satisfied smile.

“Thank you for your help,” he said, his voice still thick with desire. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

The woman couldn’t help but smile, her cheeks flushed. “It was my pleasure,” she murmured, her own voice laced with satisfaction. She smoothed out her dress, as she left the changing room, feeling the stickiness between her legs and the ache of her knees from the carpet burn. It was a small price to pay for the intense pleasure that still pulsed through her body.