The Dressing Room (L)
Not long ago, my wife and I were at a high-end store shopping for Fall clothes. It was a cool Autumn day, and the store, which catered to European customers (my wife is Swedish), seemed busy. After browsing the clothing for a short while, Lauren walked back to the dressing room to try on a few items. I grabbed a few things too and followed those black leggings and a form-fitting black turtleneck back to the dressing room. I like to see what she’s trying on and tell her what I think.
It was not your average dressing room. The doors were quite heavy and oversized, and once closed, our little space was primarily private.
She had three outfits to try on, and I sat in the corner chair as she took off her leggings and turtleneck. Now completely nude on the bottom since she had no panties, Lauren slid on the first dress, a short little get-up with a sexy v-cut accentuating her breasts. It would be perfect for date nights, parties, etc.
Fuck, she looked hot in it. I gave her a quiet thumbs up as I felt my cock hardening.
She took off the dress and placed it back on its hanger, turning around to grab the next dress. As she was about to slip into the second dress, I grabbed her bare ass cheeks—among her best features—and she looked back at me with a big smile, wagging her index finger at me as if to say, “No, no, you naughty boy.”
I looked into her eyes, and she could see the desire I felt for her at that moment.
Not delaying a second, I got behind her and dropped my slacks. She leaned against the wall, and I slid my erect cock into her. Getting inside my wife took some effort because I was more ready to go than she was. I looked at my watch, and the time read 2:37 pm.
Lauren let out a quiet whimper as I entered her and looked back at me, clearly unsure if this was a good idea. Even though we’ve had sex in many exciting places, this dressing room in a busy store was one of the riskiest!
In total silence, I began to fuck her.
She continued to whimper quietly. I am sure the music coming from the store and chatter of customers drowned out our sounds of sex.
Any hesitation Lauren had felt had evaporated as I could see her body loosen up, and she now had both hands planted against the wall to help her stay balanced.
I unclipped her bra, dropping it to the floor, cupped her splendid breasts in my hands, and fingered her hard nipples. It made her pussy get very wet. I tried not to fuck her too hard because the slapping sounds of sex would carry through the store.
She looked back again, biting her lip.
I hadn’t expected it, but the requirement to stay silent when we both felt such pleasure brought so much excitement.
My wife was very wet. Because of this, I was worried we’d soon start making sloshing sounds, which happens a lot for us. So I grabbed her ass cheeks and proceeded to smoothly and quietly fuck my wife with a rhythmic motion. Like the previous night, I was tempted to please her ass, but that might press our luck in remaining undetected, as she couldn’t contain herself before.
I was close to cumming, and I knew that the sooner I ejaculated, the better because if we stayed in the changing room too much longer, we might get caught. Staying quiet was hard as I felt the build-up of my ejaculate. The pleasure was overwhelming.
Then, someone entered the changing room next to us!
I realized I was seconds from orgasm. Lauren looked back at me, unsure if I’d stay inside her or pull out.
I pushed my cock inside her and exploded, filling her pussy with my semen as she quietly whimpered. After I’d shot my load, giving her a massive “creampie” (a fun term we like to use), I pulled out of her, and she quickly grabbed her purse, getting some tissues out of it to catch the dripping. I glanced back down at my watch. The time read 2:43—a 6-minute quickie.
Feeling dizzy from the pleasure, I quietly slipped on my slacks and sat back down.
She gave me a playfully disapproving look as she put on her bra and tried on the second dress, which fit perfectly.
“Looks good, baby,” I whispered to her.
She gave me an incredulous look, her face flush with that “I just got fucked” look.
I smiled as she got back into her clothes, and we left the dressing room. We’d been in there maybe 15 minutes.
“How did everything look? Did it all fit to your liking?” one of the store clerks, an attractive young woman who sounded French, asked my wife. Her comment played almost perfectly to what we’d just done.
“Everything fit perfectly, and it was just what I needed,” Lauren replied with a wink.
“Glad you liked it,” the young clerk, probably in her mid-20s, responded.
After buying three dresses and exiting the store, Lauren playfully hit me in the arm. “Did you just fuck me in the dressing room?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “I did.”
“You are so bad!”
“Did you like it?” I asked.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
She laughed, and then we headed to our car to drive home.
Naughty yet nice, Santa will leave a present under your tree.
We love making love in exciting, slightly dangerous places, too! We’ve been in one store in the family changing room several times, always bring enough clothes to make it look good. We always come out with that, “I just got laid” languid look and smile, not really caring who sees us!
Nice Story. It's fun to fuck in the dressing room. A quickie for sure. I guess you were in a unisex store?Dressing room?
Thank you! Yes, the dressing rooms were for males and females.
Excellent story! We almost got caught by a couple on their motorcycle when we were making love at a wildlife refuge. We also have had sex a few times in “family changing rooms” at pools and health clubs etc. (I’ve written about that in MH.) Sex in unique and/or risky places leaves you with that “Did we just have sex at/in….?” feeling!
My wife & I will admit that it’s a fun and beautiful feeling. By the way, I liked everything about your story – including the nice way you described your Scandinavian wife. It’s clear that you adore her! My wife is also a Scandinavian beauty and I swear that even at almost 70 she looks absolutely amazing in the buff! And I adore her!
Thank you! Yes, Lauren is Swedish. She was born and raised in Sweden. I don’t need to tell you how gorgeous Swedish women can be. Lauren is insanely beautiful inside and out and every day I wake up next to her and I’m like, “what did I do to deserve her?”
This is so hot! Just would be worried about keeping quiet enough! Now I want to go shopping and come out looking like that ?
There was enough ambient noise that staying quiet, while not easy, wasn’t terrible.
Fantasy of mine. Great story!