Date Night; Shopping with mirrors I was shopping for a good while now, in and out of clothing shops. I just haven't found anything that I felt was sexy enough to buy.
Still, I kept walking through this big mall, I found another cute little clothing shop tucked in one of its corners.
I gave the dresses in the display window a good looking over, they were just the thing I had in mind and decided to go in. The dresses were a little bit more expensive than I would have liked but.I kept looking through the racks anyway.
There were a few other ladies browsing other racks, some being helped by the assistants. I just happened to look up and my eye caught this man standing off to the side. He was just watching everyone, he seemed a little odd to me.
I'll bet he's gay, I thought. As I kept looking through more racks of dresses. I finally found two dresses, I ready liked the look of one. It was a short flowery summer dress another a tight simple yellow dress with a completely open back, but I just wasn't sure about that one.
Over in the corner of the shop, I spotted what could be the changing rooms. As I made my way over there, so I walked over and I slipped into the one on the right and pulled the curtain closed. These changing cubicles were quite spacious, there were mirrors on three walls.
"This is nice," I said as I did a little half spin checking myself out in every mirror. I hung up the dresses on the peg just beside the doorway. I removed my T-Shirt and slipped out of my skirt. I grabbed the first dress, the short flowery summer dress slipping it over my head. I continued adjusting it as I looked at myself in the mirror. I kind of like the dress, it looks kind of sexy on me, and I felt a little sexy.
"Can I help you?" a man's voice came from the changing room entrance. I jumped, I wasn't expecting anyone in here. "Oh. I'm just trying on a couple of dresses," I said nervously "No problem" he answered.
"Just let me know if you need any help." A mischievous streak shot through me. "I'm not sure which dress I should buy, I want something sexy to turn my boyfriend on" adding, "I haven't seen him for a couple of months." With my devilish grin in the mirror, I had never teased a gay man before. "Well I'd have to see you in them to give any opinions, now wouldn't I," he said.
I stepped sheepishly out in the summer dress and gave a spin ending with a sexy pose. "Hmm nice" he paused, " I'll need to see you in the other dress too?" while in a somewhat judgment stands. I step back into the cubical but didn't close the curtain all the way. "What am I doing?" I thought. A rush was running through me and in the mirror, I could see him watching, I'm starting to blush. I raised the summer dress over her head, now just standing there in my underwear. After dropping the dress I turn toward the other one, I looked in the mirror, over my shoulder I see him move closer.
I watched as he seemed to admire my body.
He then reached in and took the other dress off the hanger and hands it to me. He steps in and standing directly behind he helped me slipped it over my head. As the material slowly falls over my skin I felt his hand lightly touch her breast. Perhaps the touch lasting slightly longer than I would have expected, but it sent a shock wave through my body. It didn't seem to bother him, he just continued to smooth the material over my hips and bottom, it felt very professional before he finally backs out into the hallway.
I turn and follow him out, doing a spin and posse in front of him. "Your panties are showing through." He said with a tone of disgust, "Oh, perhaps I should remove them," I said turning and steps back in.
"Yes, perhaps you should" he replied rather snottily. I watched in the mirror as I reached up under the dress and slowly peeled my panties down my legs. Bringing them up to shoulder height, straighten my arm off to the side and discarding them in the corner of the changing room. Felt like an old vaudeville show harlot, either I'm feeling more devilish or taking this as a personal challenge to turn this gay man on. Whichever, I'm was getting heated up and bolder.
I'm still watching him in the mirror, he stands out there in his judgmental stance. I turn, walk back out doing another full turn again.
"Beautiful," He remarked as he stepped closer and running his hands over my shoulders, down over my arms and stopping at my hips. His hands still on my hips as he turns me around and looked me up and down. He bent down on one knee to adjusts the hem of the dress, as I watch his every move via the mirror.
With his finger, he motioned me to turn a full 360 around.
"I wanting to see the hemline and how it rides on your thighs" Another full slower turn this time when was back facing the mirror, I bent over putting my ass directly right in his face. "How does it look?" I asked, trying to put on my best innocent voice.
Without waiting for an answer I spun back around putting my crouch right in his face this time. He didn't move. "What about my breast?" I added still playing the sweet and naïve. He slowly rose up, this brought us face to face, inches away from me. I was biting my lower lip, I could feel my body heating up as he stood so close to me. "You'll need you to turn around," he said in a very seductive tone. I didn't even back up, my breasts brushed against him as I did as he commanded.
"Oh, this guy is going to get a full dose," I said to myself. He moved my hair over to my left shoulder and said. "We'll have to remove this after all this dress is a fully opened back." No sooner than he had finished that sentence, he had unclasped her bra and had moved both straps down off my shoulders.
I helped him slid my arms out of the straps and he finished by pulling it out the front of the dress. "Wow, for a gay guy he sure knows his way around a bra." I thought. Just then I felt the heat from his breathe on my neck. My eyes closed and I thought he had moved away from me, but he didn't.
I hear his deep voice in my ear. "We will need this," He said. I snapped back to reality, turned my head over my shoulder back towards him. he has held up a gorgeous necklace in his right hand. "Oh, it is gorgeous!" I squeaked. I felt weak and a bit taken by him. I lean back into him as he slid his left hand around my neck. Then with both hands, he pulls the necklace firmly around my neck and pulled. Another rush came over my entire body until he clasps it together and released the pressure, That only releases some of this mounting tension I'm feeling.
Still, more shivers ran through my body as he contained his magic fingers, touching my upper shoulders. I think I forgot to breathe. He turns me toward him leaning in very close and looked down my cleavage.
I was sure he could hear my heart, it was about to pound out of my chest. Both of his hand gracefully moved back up my arms to the straps of the dress, and lifted them up, then pushing them farther down to the ends of my shoulders.
Exposing even more of my breasts. I knew now my nipples were hard, I could feel them poking straight out. He stepped back, worked his way over every inch of me with his eyes. Taking his time to give my breast the well-needed attention they cried out for. My breathing became heavier.
"You know, I need to see you in more deary," He said as he turned away, I backed to the changing room. I leaned over a little trying desperately to get control of myself. I looked at myself in the mirror and whispered, "Girl, what are you doing?" "Get out of that dress" I heard him say as he walked out and into the department floor. I stood up, unfastened the dress, it fell to the floor.
In front of that mirror, I was admiring my body, I have to admit, I do look nice. I started to play with my breasts watching my hard nipples. I pinched and pulled on them, I thought I'd just tease and torment myself as well. I giggled. I didn't hear him return, I am completely naked standing pinching my nipples, it seems to have no effect on this man. He just standing in front of me, hands me two more dresses. I take them one in each hand, the gold colored one has a very open and loose top half, the other burgundy one has buttons up the complete front.
I chose the second one first, as I wiggled into it and I left a number of buttons undone for my pleasure. My hard nipples poked straight out. I step out and feel a little more certain with myself as I notice I'm getting more attention from him.
How his eyes glanced down to the gap formed by the opened buttons. Even I was excited now seeing my sensual hard nipples somewhat more exposed.
After modeling and turning for his approval, he gestured to the other dress. Back into the changing room, I went. Again I watched in the mirror as he kept a close watch over me siding out of that dress and into the next one. The crossover front barely covering my highly visible breasts and the material barely touching the edge of my areolas.
He ordered me out of the cubicle, I proceeded to prance around him as my boobs jiggled. The fabric was so loose my excited nipples kept escaping they cover. I know this was primarily for his benefit, but I was enjoying it too. I stopped in front of him and watched as he nonchalantly pulled the fabric back into place. He looked so natural, as he now walked around me again judging every inch of my body. I was now openly flaunting myself.
Now, this is really getting me aroused, especially when I could see that my nipples are really showing. In an almost cold tone, he orders me back into the change room. Yet that too is turning me on. "You need something different" I hear him say as he once again walked out.
By now I could feel the wetness and I couldn't stop myself. I almost tore off the dress so my fingers could found their way down to my aroused pussy. I rubbed my finger slowly over my swollen lips at first and then felt my clit, I was so warm and wet.
I slid my index and middle fingers up inside of my pussy. Sliding it in and out each time teasing my clit with my thumb. Finally, I shoved my fingers deep inside and hold them there and using my other hand I was back at my nipples. My fingers worked my nipples as my thumb thrusting hard on my now hard clit. My vaginal muscles began to clench and my hips were moving back and forth. I feel more wetness and could not help myself from moaning out loud when I started to cum.
I stood there in front of the mirrors watching myself my body jerk. Feeling the little spent from my subsiding orgasm it was kind of difficult to just stood there as me brain refocused on where I was. Again I didn't hear him enter the dressing room, he was just standing there watching me come down for my orgasm. It still took me a few seconds to realize he was standing there. He just hands me a corset a garter belt was pale pink and shiny satin. The stocking shiny satin nude color as well.
I start to open my mouth to protest that it is too girly for someone my age, but the look in his eyes stops the words before they reach my lips. I stood waiting for my orders. "Put the garter and stockings on first." Chills ran through my body as he hands them to me and I step back in, again he doesn't, nor did I close the curtain. This time there was something different about how he watched me. It was more intense, there was lust in his eyes.
I was a little confused until I notice the bulge in his pants. I have him my brain screamed, I did turn him on! My lord, I'm so wet it's now running down my legs.
He has to see this!?! I'm just going to leave it and let him see what he is doing to me. I turned to the side where the bench was and lay the corset, garter belt and the stocking on it.
Still bent over I slowly inspect the garter, my breast are slightly swinging there for his viewing pleasure. As I grab the garter and stand up to hook it in place. then leaning back over I push my tummy down a bit to give the appearance my ass is high in the air. I lift my leg farthest away for him as I slowly pull up and place my foot on the bench.
To put the first stocking on I lean over my breast staddle my thigh as I gather up the stocking and slip my toes in. Working it up over my foot, slowly pulling to my calf, around my knee to finally stretching it around my wet thigh and snip it to the garter.
I change legs, with this view he can see that the top of that stocking is soaked from my juices. This nude color really highlights my wetness turning it into a darker color. Once I pulled up the other stocking the same way, I stood fully upright, turned and started for the doorway to get the corset from him.
That's when he stepped forward and rather sternly. He put both hands firmly on my tummy and pushed me back farther in. Once inside he drop to his knees and leans in, I hear him take a big and long inhale inches away for my dripping pussy. He lifts and tilted his head up a bit and started kissing around my tummy, he flicked his tongue in my belly button.
Shockwave ripped through me. As he slid down inch by inch kissing me, I push forward, putting my cleanly shaven soaking wet mound to he face. He grabbed my ankle and lifted it up onto the bench and my aching mound was now covered by his mouth, I couldn't help but let out a loud sighed.
He starts licking for all it's was worth. Lapping up at my hot dripping pussy, I twitched as his tongue parted my delicate lips. He ran his tongue further up my slit, towards my still hot and very hard clit. He took my throbbing clit into his mouth, gently nibbling it between your teeth.
After a few minutes of teasing me, he started sucking on it harder flicking it with his tongue at the same time. He mouth released me and ran his tongue slid back down, he licked around my tight wet hole. He paused for a moment and just before I barely realized he had stopped. Then forcing his tongue in deep as it could into me. I didn't even know I was grinding on his face as hard as I was until I looked down to watch.
He stopped and put one hand firmly on one of my asscheeks, spun me around then forced me to bend over. He had pushed just enough force to make my tits start swinging. I could see them swinging in the mirror and so could he. I watch as he lowered himself down while his eyes were glued to my swinging tits. Once he was down on his knees again, I looked passed my swinging tits and between my thighs.
I could see his tongue start back in lapping up my wetness, in a voyeur way, which made things that much hotter. I then lifted my leg back up and over onto the bench again, so now I have two views. The view from the side mirror is getting me more excited as I could really see him work my pussy lips and my hard button over. I fought to keep my eyes open as his tongue darted all over my pussy. As I watch the show in the side mirror it felt so naughty, it was like a peeping Tom from a window, but getting to feel it too.
I couldn't help it, but I started to rock, it's like my hips had a mind of its own. I wasn't the normal back and forth, rather I was arching my back. I'd arch my back up, it pushes my ass down and he would tease my asshole. I rock my stomach down bring my pussy back to his mouth.
Back and forth I'd arch my back and would grinded both holes against his face. With each upward arch, I'd try and look back at him kneeling between my thighs.
I watched as his cock grew harder pressing a tent in his pants. I so wanted to grab it, but it was too far away. Instead, I bought a hand up and started playing with my tit. I noticed as I lifted my head I could watch his crouch in the mirror in front of me. I couldn't decide which felt better, his hot tongue tickling my asshole or him still licking all around my dripping slit.
Either way, I knew I was going to cum soon. I let go of the bench and took each breast in my hands and started to massage them harder, squeezing the hot flesh. Then taking each nipple between my fingers and thumb, and started to twist and pull the hardening buds.
I have zero resistance as I felt him continued to do his dirty work on me. I felt him slowly inserted a finger in me, sliding in very easily. I felt myself spreading as far as I could, I'm so hungry for it.
With every thrust, feels like everyone could hear my wet squelching noise as I took more fingers. He used his fingers to spread my lips farther apart. I looked at the mirror every time I could when was doing something new to me. I watched him stopped just to admire my sweet wet pink hole and hard nob. I was acting so bad to cum! He again started alternated between my clit and now loosen asshole, this is driving me wild!
I could feel my climax approach, my body started to twitch, I start to spasm on his magic fingers. He was sensing I was close to cumin too, so he began probing harder and harder with his fingers.
I know he could feel my spasms, my juice starts to flood out and over his hand. That's when he really started pumping my pussy fast and harder. I just let loose, squirted what felt like gallons of cum. He kept pumping me and I came squirting. I held my moans, but I wanted to just scream with pleasure as my body jerked. When the organism finally subsided I slowly melted down.
Completely down to the floor, only my arm kept my upper body halfway on the bench. Panting trying to catch her breath, after a few minutes I started to gather myself together.
I looked all around cubicle he was gone! The only thing showing he was there, was a huge puddle that just came pouring out of me. I managed to stand up and with a small amount of guilt I wiped my still throbbing pussy and legs with one of the dresses lay closest to me.
Searched through all pile of clothes I found my own clothes and put them back on, but put my underwear in my handbag. I didn't even care about the dresses, I just would remember this as the best changing room fun I ever had. As I reached the doorway of the dresses rooms, there he was. He escorted me over to the register and good thing too, my knees are so weak. "You two again," said the sale clerk with a big smile. He laid two dresses on the counter, I'm not even sure which ones.
"You two are the cutest couple we have shopping here, do you two do everything together?" "Just the fun stuff". My sexy husband said as he handed the clerk his credit card. She rang us up and we headed to the door for home. copyright 5-14-2018