Chapter 30
I was never good with this kind of stuff. My hands were sweating before we even stepped into that crowded store. The noise of people talking loud, the back-and-forth of sales clerks, the sensors beeping at every purchase… All of it made me want to vanish. But not her. She seemed totally at ease, strolling between the racks like she owned the place. The tips of her fingers brushed the dresses, but I knew she was keeping an eye on me, always watching me out of the corner of her gaze, waiting for me to make the mistake of looking at her too long.
“This dress would look perfect on you.” She caught me off guard by holding up a tight red number that I would never have the guts to wear.
I shook my head right away, trying to hide my face behind some random hanger.
”No way. It’s too short.”
She laughed, that deep, mischievous laugh that made my skin prickle.
”Then try it on. Just for me.” It wasn’t a request.
Before I could answer, I felt her hand on my wrist. She pulled me between the racks, like she already knew exactly where she was headed. I knew what that meant. Ever since we left the house, that idea had been hanging in the air. Before I knew it, we were in front of a fitting room. She pulled back the curtain and shoved me inside without a word. The space was tiny, stuffy, surrounded by mirrors that didn’t let anything slip by. When the fitting room closed behind us, the click of the lock sounded louder than it should have, muffling the whispers and the dull hum of the packed store outside. I could barely breathe. That cramped little spot, hemmed in by mirrors, now held the secret of my boldness. She, with her wicked smile and eyes full of fire, didn’t hesitate.
“You got wet just thinking about it, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice husky with mischief, as she leaned in, her medium-sized tits brushing against my blouse.
“Shut up,” I muttered, my tone weaker than I meant it to be, because of course, she was right. I hated to admit it, but the idea of it all — so risky and crazy — had already left my heart pounding and my thighs slick.
She grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her. Her long fingers had a firmness I wasn’t expecting, and the touch made my skin tingle. In the mirror, our reflections looked bolder than I felt: her, confident and hungry, and me, trying not to crumble under the weight of my desire.
“Take off those pants,” she ordered, and for a second I thought I wouldn’t obey. But my body betrayed my hesitation, my hands already at the waistband of my jeans, pulling them down to my knees. I stood there in just my panties, trapped by her devouring gaze.
She smiled. “I knew you’d let me, you slut!”
The mirror multiplied every move, every detail. Her fingers tugged at the elastic of my panties, exposing the soft, hot skin, before letting them slide to the floor. The feeling of being naked in front of her, in that tight space, made me burn.
Without warning, she dropped to her knees, gripping my hips so I couldn’t back away. Her tongue, hot and determined, found my wet, throbbing flesh. A moan slipped out before I could stop it, my hands clutching the hook on the wall to keep from losing my balance.
“Don’t make a sound,” she whispered against me, though her tone was so teasing that I knew she didn’t care if anyone heard. Her tongue traced every inch, exploring with a precision that made my body react to every touch.
I tried hard to stay quiet, biting my lips as her fingers joined in, sliding inside me easily. The mirror showed it all: my body twisting, her hair swaying as she devoured me like she was starving.
“You love it, don’t you? Seeing yourself like this…” she murmured, lifting her eyes to mine while she sucked my clit with agonizing slowness. “Knowing you could get caught any second.”
I wanted to deny it, but my body said otherwise.
My legs shook, and I felt the floor dropping away as she picked up the pace, mixing hard sucks with the pressure of her fingers inside me. The heat climbed up my back, my head leaning against the wall as my orgasm built, a tight knot low in my belly ready to burst any second.
When I finally came, it was like time stopped. Every muscle in my body clenched as my pleasure exploded in intense waves. She didn’t stop, keeping on sucking and rubbing my most sensitive spot until my breathing was just ragged gasps.
“You’re all soaked,” she said, standing up and running her thumb over her wet lips, full of shameless pride.
Before I could respond, she turned, leaning against the mirror and starting to undress. Her medium-sized tits came into view first, her dark nipples contrasting with her soft skin, and then she slid down her panties, baring her naked body without holding back.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said, her voice thick with desire.
I dropped to my knees, unable to hold back a smile.
With my knees against the cold floor of the fitting room, I approached her like I was discovering something forbidden and precious all at once. Her spread legs offered a view that seemed to hypnotize me, every detail of her glistening with provocative wetness. She was deliciously exposed, and the hot scent of her arousal filled the tight air between us.
“You gonna stare at me or do something?” she teased, her tone challenging but with a hint of impatience.
I laughed, but didn’t answer. My hands slid up her thighs, slow, feeling the soft, warm texture of her skin. Her breathing got heavy the moment my fingers found their way between her legs. She was wet and hot as hell, the kind of heat that only stoked my own desire.
“Don’t tease now, get to it,” she whispered, her voice wavering between command and plea.
My mouth reached its goal, and I started slow, exploring with my tongue. Her taste was salty and sweet at the same time, something so unique that it made me want more. I pressed my lips against her, sucking gently while my fingers slid inside, feeling the soft resistance give way easily.
She moaned low, muffling the sound by biting her own fist. “Fuck, like that… harder…” she guided with her words, her hips moving against my mouth.
My fingers explored her in a slow rhythm, while my tongue worked her most sensitive spot. On my knees, I felt every part of her react to my movements: the spasms in her legs, the tremble in her belly, the way her short nails scratched the mirror behind her.
When her breathing turned erratic, I knew she was close. So I doubled down, sucking her clit hard while twisting my fingers inside her. Her body arched forward, her knees buckling, and she grabbed the wall hook to keep from collapsing.
“Fuck, don’t stop, shit!” she cried out, but her voice came out muffled as she buried her face in her arm.
And then it hit: her orgasm crashed like a storm, her legs clamping around my face as she moaned so loud that for a moment I feared someone outside the fitting room had heard. Her breathing was heavy, choppy, as she slid to the floor, panting and satisfied.
I sat on the floor next to her, still breathing hard, her taste on my lips. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes shining with a mix of exhaustion and lust.
“You’re naughtier than I thought,” she said, laughing, as she pulled my hand over and kissed it softly.
Still naked, she stood up slow, her knees shaky. She turned to the mirror and looked at me over her shoulder. “We gotta get out of here before someone knocks, but damn, you left me weak in the knees.”
“And you have no idea how much I want more,” I replied, my voice still rough with excitement.
She dressed in a hurry, but with a natural grace, adjusting the dress over her perfect body. When we were almost ready to leave, she pulled me in for one last kiss, a wet, lingering one that left me breathless.
“That was just round one,” she whispered in my ear, before unlocking the door and stepping out like it was no big deal, leaving me there trying to act like nothing had happened.
In that moment, I knew what started in that fitting room wasn’t ending anytime soon.