Changing Rooms
By CS Morgan
Copyright 2011 CS Morgan
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Special thanks to K – the enjoyment is obvious….
Rachel zig-zagged through the racks towards the changing rooms, arms laden with dresses to try on. She slowed occasionally to look at other clothing that caught her attention, some of which she added to her growing pile. John followed her with his eyes, watching the movement of her body. He was proud that she was with him. From the first moment he’d seen her he was bowled over; her laugh was infectious and just her presence lifted him. He loved the way she bounced as she strolled or how she got sidetracked like a curious kitten when seeing something interesting or new. He became hooked on her when they were friends, secretly wanting to hold her, kiss her. After the night in the harbour they became regular lovers, and finally, partners.
Rachel looked back to check where he was standing so she could come out as though on a catwalk and parade her clothes to him. John sat down in one of the leather armchairs and gazed around the store at the other shoppers. Unlike most boyfriends, John really didn’t mind shopping, he even enjoyed walking around these kind of boutique shops. He’d agree the high street shops are far too hectic to make shopping pleasurable but here you could amble and lounge; there’s no rush and on a beautiful day like this it’s enjoyable to pop in and out of shops between coffees or snacks.
Staring towards where Rachel went, hoping to see her coming out, John noticed these were unisex changing rooms. He guessed it made sense in a busy shop like this which had a large number of both male and female shoppers. The changing rooms were lively with a constant flow of people entering and leaving. The movement kept catching John’s attention as he looked up expecting to see Rachel, but instead just seeing other shoppers.
Eventually Rachel appeared. And she looked stunning. She was wearing a gorgeous white summer dress, mid thigh in length, slightly ruffled under the bust and beaded around the shoulder straps and neck line. She performed a model pose, placed her palms on her waist, tilted her hips and crossed one knee in front of the other. They both laughed at her exhibitionism. The dress looked fabulous on her, it accentuated everything great about her physique. The material hugged her slim body above the waist but freely flowed around her thighs whenever she moved. John noticed other heads turning, both men and women, their eyes staring at her beauty.
Rachel loved the spotlight and played up to it. She put one hand on her hips, tilted it sexily and slowly pointed to John with her other hand in a Marilyn-esque pose. John saw men following her finger to where he was sat, then having a look of jealousy when they realised she was pointing to him. Rachel opened the fingers of the pointing hand, palm down, and rocked them in a ‘what do you think?’ kind of way.
John laughed and realised he loved her more than ever before. Her playfulness was infectious. And not only love, lust was starting to play a role. She look phenomenally sexy standing there; her toned legs still tanned from their holiday, a hint of cleavage under the low neck of the dress and her mouth, such a gorgeous mouth, full lips that he could kiss all day. John smiled back and affectionately nodded his head, agreeing with what she already knew: that she looked gorgeous. Having been given her confirmation, she turned and headed back to the changing room. She looked back over her shoulder, blew him a kiss and kicked her leg up playfully behind her before skipping off to try on the next garment.
John felt a flush going through his body. He could feel himself swelling at the thought of how sexy she looked in that dress. He jumped out of the seat, grabbed a shirt from the closest men’s rail and marched towards the changing room. One of the staff near the entrance called out to him to let them know if he needed any assistance. He thanked them, knowing he wouldn’t be needing any help from them today.
He stepped into the corridor of changing rooms. There was a long line of a dozen or so curtains spreading along the width of the shop with a mirror covering the entire far wall. All of the curtains were drawn. John anxiously strode the length of the corridor hoping to see or hear a glimpse of Rachel. When he reached the end and hadn’t found her, he softly called her name, hoping to get her attention without bringing too much onto himself. About four rooms down, he saw Rachel’s head pop out. She looked around and smiled when she saw him.
John walked towards her and quickly slipped behind the curtain into the room, placing his finger over Rachel’s mouth before she had a chance to protest. John was pleased, she hadn’t started to take off the dress. Rachel’s eyes were wide, unsure what was happening, but obviously enjoying the surprise.
The corridor outside had a constant flow of people coming and going, sounds were coming from both directions up the corridor. As John hung his item on a hook behind him he listened to the sounds to determine how much privacy they had. He decided they had at least a few minutes before anyone would be suspicious. He cupped Rachel’s smiling face in his hands and lowered his mouth to hers. Her curious eyes, wide and alert, softened and then closed as their lips gently met.
His hands turned her face, exposing her neck. One hand remained on her cheek whilst the fingers of the other hand twirled into her hair making it impossible for her to move her head even if she wanted. He leaned forward and gently kissed the side of her neck just above her shoulder. As his lips kissed higher, she could feel his warm breath penetrate her ear, sending shivers throughout her body. The little gentle kisses continued until his lips surrounded her lobe and gently massaged the sensitive skin. His lips pulled on her lobe causing her to gasp. His tongue circled her lobe before she felt his teeth scratch over it and then clamp it tightly.
John knew Rachel had a sensitive neck and ears and he knew how to tease her there. On those rare occasions when she wasn’t in the mood all he had to do was kiss her neck and ears and she was his, eager to do anything to please him for more of his touches. The same effect was happening here in the store. John felt her breath quicken; a slight moan escaped her lips. He released her lobe and moved his lips to her ear. She held her breath, waiting for his lips to touch. Instead she heard his whisper, ‘I want you. I want you now, in that dress.’
She tried to turn her head to see if he was being serious but his firm grip on her face prevented it. Normally she would’ve been shocked by the idea, she would’ve found excuses to avoid such a scene in this busy shop with so many people only yards away. But his lips on her neck were stimulating her as he had anticipated. She wanted more and she wanted him.
John knew he didn’t have much time. Although the changing rooms were busy the staff would still notice one curtain staying closed for too long. John considered what he wanted to do whilst keeping his lips on Rachel’s neck to keep her simmering. There were so many things he wanted to do to her but time wouldn’t allow even a small fraction of the ideas swirling around in his head to become a reality. He decided to make this his treat. Rachel’s birthday was coming up so he’d do something special for her then, but right now he wanted this to be about him. Seeing her in that dress acting all seductive in front of everyone turned him on so it was only fair.
He turned her head to face him and kissed her deeply. She sensed his passion and slid her hands up inside his shirt to reach his nipples. Rachel’s sensitive spot was her neck but John’s was without a doubt his nipples; she had once made him cum just by sucking and playing with them without even touching his shaft. He kissed her harder as her fingers pinched his nipples, giving them little tugs and twists. She scratched her nails around both his nipples causing him to groan quietly into her mouth as his nipples hardened under her touch.
Rachel felt one of John’s hands slide around to the back of her head. He curled his fingers into her hair and dominantly pulled her head back causing her mouth to open. He kissed down her lips, over her chin and back onto her neck. His other hand pulled her arms out from under his shirt and grabbed her wrists. She was restrained and unable to move, his to do with as he pleased. His mouth moved to her ear as before. She knew he was going to saying something. He had a dirty mind and loved telling her what he was going to do. It was one of the things she loved about having sex with him, the raw dirtiness of it. It made her feel like a slut. And she loved it.
‘I’m going to fuck you here. I’m going to cum inside you. Then I’m going to walk out of here and leave you with my cum dribbling down your legs.’ He accentuated the word cum each time he said it, knowing that the thought of him filling her in such a public place would excite her even more.
His hands firmly gripped her wrists and lifted them over head, pushing them back against the wall behind her. She loved to feel his hands gripping her, that sense of domination and command that he now possessed. The elevation caused her breasts to rise. He lowered his mouth and gently nipped her exposed cleavage with his teeth, trying to get as close to her nipple as he could. Whilst his mouth was leaving wet bites all over her breasts his grip became firmer on her wrists and hair. He raised his mouth and without releasing his grip turned her until the side of her face pressed against the wall of the changing room. His hands strictly constrained her wrists and cheek against the wall.
Rachel gasped in anticipation, submitted and waited for his next act. She was unable to move, confined by his grip. She felt his mouth right beside her ear again. She shuddered as she felt his hand slide out of her hair and down her back. He whispered, ‘Let’s see if you’re ready.’
His fingers slid lower and lower down her spine, over the sexy curve of her cheeks and down the back of her thigh until he reached the hem of her short dress. His hand then slowly started to slide up under the dress along the soft skin of the inside of her thigh. His hand continued rising causing the dress to rumple over his arm until she felt his fingers pressing against her knickers. There was no subtlety to this, time didn’t permit that pleasure. But Rachel didn’t care. She knew she was his to do with as she pleased.
His fingers pulled her knickers to one side. She groaned as she felt his fingers up along her lips then slide either side of her clit. His fingers were already wet with her juices and he started gently rubbing it up and down the side of her clit.
She tried to look back at him, mouth open at the pleasure his fingers were bringing her. The position stopped her from seeing his face but she gasped as she felt his thumb push into her whilst his fingers continued pleasuring her clit. He released her wrists but whispered to her to keep her hands where they were. He showed her the consequence of not obeying by pressing hard on her clit to warn her that if she didn’t comply this pleasure would be mixed with pain. The nails of his free hand scratched down her arm, across her chest and into the top her dress. She moaned, loving his domination of her.
Whilst his fingers and thumb continued their mission of arousing her sex, his nails scratched large circles around her breast. Starting wide, his fingers circled around her nipple. Over his shoulder he could see her nipple swelling in anticipation. His nails, as rhythmic and steady as his fingers between her legs, started to reduce the radius of the circle with each revolution. She pressed her head against the wall of the changing room, desperately trying to stifle her moans. The circles continued reducing until his nails reached the side of her nipple. Her legs weakened when the nails scratched along the sides, and she almost collapsed onto his now soaking hand when the nails scratched up the length of the nipple itself.
She looked back over her shoulder and mouthed, ‘Fuck me.’
‘I will,’ he whispered back, sliding his fingers over her nipples then pulling his hand out of her dress.
Rachel’s head was still pressed against the wall, facing the corridor. His thumb was still inside her and his fingers still rubbing sensually over her clit when she saw movement in the corner of her eye. She looked up and noticed the curtain to the corridor wasn’t quite closed; there was a gap of a few centimeters between the edge of the curtain and the side wall. When John had sneaked in he had let the curtain fall without ensuring it was closed tight against the side. Rachel could see flashes of colour as people came and went from the changing rooms at the end of the corridor. She was just about to say to John when she was distracted by his hand fumbling behind her as unbuttoned his flies.
His chest was pressed tight against her back and his fingers were still between her legs. As her dress was still lifted up and resting on his wrist she could feel his other hand rummaging around her cheeks trying to free his erection from his underwear. She knew it was fully erect already, she had felt it pressing against her earlier and wanted it long before this moment. She unconsciously opened her legs further to give his fingers better access and to make it easier for him to slide that shaft into her: Rachel was dripping and wanted more than his fingers inside her.
She heard someone in the changing room next to them call out down the corridor for the assistant. As the footsteps came up the corridor John gave in trying to get his large erection out and just dropped his trousers and boxers. As they fell to the floor she felt the warmth and the hardness of his shaft press against her cheek. His free hand slid around her waist and replaced the fingers of the other hand on her clit. The hand that was toying with her gripped his rod and slid it between her legs.
Rachel pushed her ass out impatiently wanting to get that shaft inside her. She tried to look over her shoulder to watch his face but she couldn’t turn her head far enough around to see. John’s cock slid between her legs over her pussy and between her lips. He pushed her clit down so she could feel the softness of his head and then the hardness of his cock slide over it. She gasped, loving the sensations it created. His fingers continued rubbing her as he pulled his hips back and positioned his cock against her wet entrance.
The footsteps stopped next door, and they heard the woman in the changing room asked the assistant for a larger size of whatever clothes she was trying on. A man’ voice replied that he’d be right back, but before he left he tapped on the panel between that room and Rachel’s and asked if she needed anything. Rachel startled, knowing she had to speak but unsure what to say. As she opened her mouth to reply, John teased the head of his cock into her. Rachel was so wet that his cock glided in. Rachel struggled hard trying not to groan loudly as his cock pushed in deeper.
‘Hello in there! Are you ok?’ the assistant called.
Rachel floundered, unsure what to do. John tapped her shoulder with his free hand to indicate she had to reply. Rachel cleared her throat and answered, ‘All fine thank you, got a few more dresses to try on.’
John took that as a queue to push in deep, burying his long swollen shaft deep inside Rachel. She pushed her wrists hard against the wall and bit her lip, knowing the assistant was so close and only separated by a thin curtain.
‘No problem,’ the assistant replied, ‘let me know if you need anything.’
Rachel was about to reply when John’s fingers starting rubbing her clit. She knew if she answered him her voice would be unable to hide her arousal.
John slowly pulled his shaft back out of her. She felt empty, missing the sensation of his cock filling her, but his fingers made up for everything. They continually circled her clit. Rachel gasped as he slowly sank his cock back in. All around they could hear the other shoppers: voices chatting and clothes being pulled on and off. She had never need to be so quiet as this before. The walls of the changing rooms didn’t even go up to the ceiling and the curtains offered no privacy to outside world.
John maintained those long slow strokes as his fingers continued to rhythmically tease her clit. Rachel pushed back against him trying to get his cock deeper into her. She could feel his foreskin sliding up and down as he thrust in and out of her. She loved the sensations of his bare cock inside her and being able to fully feel his erection, the softness of the head compared to the hardness of his shaft. As he pulled out of her she could her juice running down her thigh, and she loved being able to feel the skin of his cock being gripped by her vaginal muscles as he thrust back in.
Rachel glanced up at seeing a flash of movement outside the room as somebody walked past. She heard the curtain move next door as the assistant returned and passed the new clothes through.
John was thrusting hard now, long strokes pounding into her. He maintained a regular momentum to avoid knocking against the walls. John panted hot on her neck. His chest pressed hard against her back as he leaned in close to reach around to stroke her clit. Rachel’s hands obediently remained above her head as he had ordered. Her cheek was pressed against the wall still facing the corridor. She loved to be made to feel slutty and controlled, dominated by her strong man as he fucked her.
She loved public sex, the fear of being caught. His fingers and cock were getting her close to her orgasm. She knew John wouldn’t last much longer, the passion in his breath meant he was so turned on that he wouldn’t be holding back. She knew that she would be pushed over the edge as soon as she felt his cock spasm inside her and his warm cum fill her. Just thinking about it sent shivers through her body. She was so close and she knew this was going to be a mind blowing orgasm.
Rachel startled as she heard a curtain being swept back. Her eyes jolted alert but she was relieved to find their curtain closed. She heard movement in the room next door before the woman thanked the assistant for his help.
Rachel relaxed and instantly felt her orgasm building. John hadn’t missed a beat; he was driving his shaft into her as regular as heartbeat. His cock and fingers worked in unison to bring her pleasure. Time was short and John knew a steady rhythm would bring Rachel quick release.
Rachel heard the woman’s shoes tip-tapping down the corridor but hadn’t heard the assistant walking away. The noises in the corridor continued but she sensed somebody close. She looked up towards the curtain and through the small gap saw an eye staring back. The assistant was watching them.
‘John,’ Rachel exclaimed.
John looked up and noticed what Rachel had seen. He continued his piston-like thrusts for a few more seconds and the assistant neither moved or spoke. John slid his unoccupied hand up Rachel’s back, over her neck and circled his fingers through her hair. The assistant stayed motionless. John wrapped his fingers through Rachel’s hair and pulled her head back causing her to gasp as her mouth opened. Rachel tried to move away from the wall but John’s grip in her hair prevented her from moving.
‘John,’ Rachel repeated, more urgently, her embarrassment evident.
‘Shhhh, let’s see where this goes’ whispered John. He released her hair and slid his hand down the front of her dress and lifted out her breast. They watched the assistant’s eye follow his fingers as they pulled and squeezed her nipple. Rachel groaned; she’d stopped protesting, the assistant’s gaze was turning her on.
The assistant turned, hearing some noise further down the corridor, but quickly turned back and continued with his voyeurism. He opened the curtain a little more so he could see with both his eyes. Rachel and John studied where he was looking: when he look at her breast John would give the nipple a little more of a squeeze and when he looked at their love making, John pulled his cock out further so the assistant could see her juice glistening on his long shaft.
The corridor became noisier as more people entered. John was enjoying being watched as much as Rachel and he didn’t want to loose this random act of exhibitionism. He waved to the assistant outside, indicating for him to come into the room so that they wouldn’t be disturbed. The assistant didn’t move but they saw his eyes scan over Rachel’s body, lingering on her breast. John nodded to him, smiled and beckoned him again. This time the assistant complied; he quickly slipped into the room and closed the curtain behind him.
As the assistant turned to face them, John grinned without speaking, careful not to speak and draw any more attention to their antics. The assistant watched them intently, getting aroused by the view of John’s cock driving into Rachel and Rachel’s breasts rocking under the neckline of her dress. He looked down and watched John’s cock pull out of Rachel’s sex, seeing the cock soaked with her juices.
Rachel studied the assistant. He was roughly John’s height and a few years younger, with obviously a good physique under his clothes. Rachel noticed swelling in his trousers; he was clearly enjoying the show he was getting. Rachel had never been watched like this before but soon realised she was getting aroused by it. She had always been a bit of a exhibitionist but this was a whole new level for her. She felt dirty and slutty. And she loved it.
The assistant nervously rubbed the swelling in his crutch through his jeans, pressing his palm over his erection whilst his fingers massaged his balls. Rachel licked her lips involuntarily as she imagined his cock. The thought of this assistant stroking his cock, watching her being fucked, made her pussy tighten around John’s cock. John nodded to the assistant to give him permission to release himself. Rachel waited anxiously as he unbuttoned his trousers. She gasped as his freed manhood sprang out from his trousers. It wasn’t as large as John’s but it was certainly a good size, bigger than average. His fingers circled around his shaft, toying with his foreskin, before his fingers gripped the shaft tight and slowly slid up and down. His head swelled and the veins filled as his hand brought pleasure.
Rachel flicked her eyes between his face and his shaft. He was watching her so intently; she’d never felt so inspected before. His obvious arousal turned her on more and more: watching him getting turned on watching her getting fucked in this very public place was so intoxicating for Rachel. She felt like a slut in a sex show, being watched by the audience, and she was relishing every second of it. Her pussy was soaked, her whole body tingling with arousal.
She wanted to give the assistant more of a show. She wanted to watch his cock spray his cum over her and she wanted to be the cause of it. She lowered her hands on the wall and pushed back slightly to lower her torso. The dress’ neckline hung lower so the assistant had a better view down her cleavage. Pushing back also caused John’s cock to impale her deeper.
The assistant gripped his shaft hard with his fingers and thrust his hand up and down in unison with John. His other hand cupped his trimmed balls. His eyes were flicked between Rachel’s face and her swaying breasts. Rachel loved the lewdness of it, she loved him staring at her body, making her feel used, and she loved it when he was watching the arousal in her face. John’s cock was driving hard into her now, she knew he’d be coming inside her soon. He was no longer being passionate, this was hard fucking now. He was as turned on by the voyeur as she was.
Rachel was so close to orgasm. Being watched like this was driving her mad. It was such a slutty sensation and it was getting her hornier and hornier. The more she was watched the more sluttier she wanted to be. She wanted the assistant to spray her with his cum as John pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. She wanted to be a slut, she wanted more cock and she wanted more cum. The changing room was small and his cock was so close to her. As his hand slid up and down she noticed some precum dribbling down his head. She glanced up, he smiled and release his grip on his cock. Rachel stretched out her hand and ran her fingers up the length of his shaft. She couldn’t see John’s face behind but judging by how his fingers and cock continued pleasuring her she guessed he approved. Her fingers circled around his shaft before smearing the precum around his head with her thumb. She groaned as she saw his head swelling under her touch.
They hadn’t been at it for long but this session was more erotic for Rachel than anything she’d done before. Her boyfriend was thrusting deep into her whilst rubbing her clit, and she had a complete stranger’s cock in her hand. She stroked up and down, plunging her hand down hard onto his balls. Just having her fingers wrapped around this stranger turned her on. She had never said a word to the assistant and here she was stroking him and about to orgasm in front of him. She felt like a slut, a dirty cock wanking whore, and she wanted more.
She gripped his shaft and pulled him closer. He shuffled forwards, his eyes confirming with John that this was still within the rules. John grabbed hold of Rachel’s shoulder so he could pound deeper into her. As her mouth opened in a gasp, she lowered her head and took the assistant into her mouth. Her pussy contracted as she heard him gasp above her. Just the simple act of feeling his cock in her mouth was going to push her over the edge.
With her lips clamped just on his shaft she circled the head with her tongue. With John pounding into her from behind she knew she was about to cum, and as she did, she wanted to fuck that cock with her mouth and feel it cum over her tongue. She gripped the base with her hand and thrust her mouth up and down, getting in as much as she could without gagging.
Rachel could sense her orgasm building. Her legs started to shake and feel weak, she felt she was being held up by John’s hand between her legs. She desperately wanted the assistant’s cum in her mouth. As her mouth plunged up and down his shaft she pumped her tight grip in unison. She knew he was close, he had started to thrust his hips to get deeper into her throat. Rachel felt a flush start to engulf her body, a warmth rapidly spread from her core. The sensations of the two cocks thrusting into her and the fingers on her clit became inseparable.
She started to feel her pussy contract, tightening on John’s shaft. The assistant was pushed over the edge by Rachel’s mouth and panting hard thrust his cock in deep. It spasmed and jerked, shooting the first wave of cum into her mouth. That was too much for Rachel. Her legs bucked, a rush of heat seared through her body and her orgasm hit hard. The assistant was still pulsing cum into her mouth so she was unable to scream. Her pussy contracted, and the tightness on John’s cock triggered his orgasm. His nails dug into Rachel’s shoulder and he lunged in deep. She could feel the warmth of his cum fill her as he erupted deep inside her. Rachel felt she was melting, the warmth dissipating throughout her body. Her breath was ragged. And still she had two cock spasming inside her.
John was panting and stayed motionless inside her. Both savoured the warmth of his cum around their sex. Rachel’s hand pulled the cock in her mouth out. As she composed herself, a little trickle of cum oozed out. She looked up at the assistant, licked it off and swallowed, as she had done with the rest of seed. She realised she had never intended to do that before, but in the heat of the moment, it had seemed so instinctive.
Rachel stood up straight, John still inside her. She was starting to feel his cum and her juice trickle down her leg. She placed her hand behind the assistant’s neck and pulled him close. She kissed his cheek and thanked him in a breathless whisper. He was about to respond when she placed her finger on his lip to stop him. She placed her hand on his chest, smiled at him then gave him a gentle push. He knew this was the end of the show, nodded and smiled back and left the room.
John wrapped his arms around Rachel and held her close. He gently kissed the top of her head as his arms comforted her. Without saying a word, he withdrew out of her, pulled his trousers up then turned her around. He held her face in both his hands and tenderly kissed her lips. He smiled and walked out, leaving her alone.
Rachel slumped against the wall. Her legs were still trembling. Her breathing was still erratic. She could still taste his cum in her mouth and could feel their wetness sliding down her thighs. She laughed to herself, pleasantly shocked at what she had just done. She pulled off the dress and got changed back into her clothes. She tidied herself up as best she could before opening the curtain and leaving the room with that one dress over her arm.
The assistant stood at the end of the corridor, his face flushed and gaze distant. He glanced up as Rachel approached, his face reddening even more. She gently touched his arm as she walked past.
John was waiting by the till. He smiled at her as she approached. ‘I see you chose that dress. Good, it suited you. I liked its effect on you.’
Rachel laughed, ‘It certainly made me feel like a new woman!’
‘I’ll get this. My treat.’ John paid and as they walked towards the door, arms wrapped around each other, they looked back at the assistant and waved.
John really didn’t mind shopping.
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From the author:
I hope you enjoyed reading this story. This is the second of a series of short erotic tales based on some of my real-life experiences and fantasies. These stories are intended for women but I hope will appeal to men and women alike!
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