“I’m just gonna try this on!” you call out. I glance up from my phone and catch you waving a light blue summer dress from the back of the store before you disappear toward the fitting rooms. Smiling, I decide to head your way. Maybe you’d like my opinion. As I weave through the fitting room area, I call out to ask where you are. “Here! Last stall!” you reply.
I wait outside the curtain, giving you a moment to change. Then you pull it aside, and there you are, standing in that light blue dress. Your sun-kissed arms and gorgeous legs make the whole look a sight to behold. My eyes trace over you, lingering on your chest. It seems you’ve ditched your bra for this one—the faint outline of your nipples shows through the thin fabric.
“Surprise,” you say with a playful smirk, lifting the dress just enough to reveal that where your beautiful legs usually meet a cute thong, there’s nothing but your perfectly smooth skin. Before I can say a word, you pull me inside the stall and sit me down on a small stool in the corner. With quick, practiced moves, you start undoing my pants. The sight of you in that dress has already got me halfway there, and my cock is semi-hard as you free it.
Your warm mouth slides over me, taking me deep with ease, your tongue teasing along my shaft. You start sucking with a hungry rhythm, and the combination of you kneeling in that dress and the thin curtain separating us from the bustling store drives me wild. The way your mouth moves feels incredible, and it doesn’t take long before I’m spilling into you. I hear you swallow, drawing out every last drop.
I need a second to catch my breath, but I’m back on my feet soon enough. I pull my pants up and step behind you as you face the full-length mirror. One hand slips under your dress, finding your breasts, your nipples already hard. My other hand glides down to your core, already slick and ready. Two fingers slide in and out effortlessly, alternating with slow circles around your clit.
You brace yourself against the mirror, trying to stay steady as your knees weaken. I can tell you’re getting even hotter watching yourself in the reflection, with me behind you, working you with my fingers. Your soft moans start to escape, and to keep us from getting caught, I slide my hand from under your dress and cover your mouth, gently pulling your head back against my shoulder. My lips find your exposed neck, teasing it with kisses and light flicks of my tongue.
That seems to push you over the edge. Your body writhes in my arms, your muffled moans vibrating against my hand. I feel the heat and wetness spill over my fingers as you tremble. Slowly, you sink to the floor, catching your breath. I slip out of the stall to give you a moment to change.
Five minutes later, you’re back in your own clothes, holding up the dress. “I’m getting it,” you say with a grin, pointing at the dress as you lead the way to the checkout. I follow, already thinking this is going to be one hell of a summer…
