Changing Room Quickie
Thinking about a time in a store changing room. I was trying on a dress and I needed help with the zipper. Having noticed that all of the other changing rooms were empty, I asked M. to come in and help me. He was a little timid because he didn’t know if anyone else was in there. I was outside of the changing room standing in front of the mirror in front of all of them. He walked up behind me zipped up my dress, but he was standing very close. I could feel his warm breath as I watched our reflection in the mirror. I pushed my butt back and wiggled a little bit. He kissed my neck and shoulder and then placed his hands on my hips.
I pulled him back into the changing room. We kissed for a bit I unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He was already getting hard from the excitement of it all. Knowing we had to be quick I pulled up the hem of the dress I was trying on. At first I took a hold of his cock and rub the head over my panties and then pulled the panties down slid him inside, we had a slow rhythm going.
I was soaking and could hear the sound as his shaft moved over my vulva. By now he had already become completely erect.
As we kissed, I backed myself up against the wall that was adjacent to the next changing booth. My shoulders against the wall, but my hips pushed out against him so we both could get movement.
I had one hand down between us with one finger and a thumb at the base of his cock so I could maximize the upward pressure on my clit and my vulva. I was already breathing heavy. The feeling of the front waistband of my panties stretched around his cock in my hand was pulling tight on my ass, almost as if he had his hands on the hips pulling my hips forward towards him. The whole feeling was intensified by the fact it was a store changing room. Another woman could have walked in at any time.
We were trying our best to be quiet, but you could hear both of us breathing and the wet smacking sound of my labia settling around his shaft. In all, I don’t think it was more than two minutes. I could tell by the way his cock was beginning to pulse that he was getting ready, then he ejaculated, and I could feel it passing under my finger. That was enough to put me over the edge. We kissed for a few seconds afterwards, and he closed up. I pulled up my panties and pulled down the hem of the skirt.
It didn’t sound like anybody had come in. I peeked outside the room, then went out so I could see into the main store area. The coast was clear. I signaled him to come out of the room.
When I got back in the changing room, I took off the dress, and I could feel the wetness of us both in my panties. I remembered reaching down and pushing the crotch of my panties up against myself. It felt smooth and creamy.
I’ll tell you I could have jilled myself right there again, but I stopped.
Getting myself dressed, we headed to the cash registers.
It’s funny whenever we do this kind of thing; I feel as if everybody who looks at us knows what we just did, and I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest.
Walking hand in hand to the car, I felt so much love for him, and for the love life that we have.
Lady L. ❤️
Quickies are hot and I love this one! The added naughtiness of doing it in a semi-public place is just delicious. Thank you for sharing this sexy bit!
Thankyou K. M.
as you already know this story was written as a comment originally. And as I recall you were instrumental in having the comment published as a post. ♥️
Happy to contribute in any way I can…😉 It was a pleasure to read
This was a number of years back, and the sort of experience that lives on in memories.
I didn't call him in there intending anything to happen but when I felt his breath, I melted.
And as I moved back into him I thought what the heck and pulled him into the changing room..
My first wife and I once came out of a diner and fucked in the cabin of my vehicle, which was parked right near the FRONT DOOR. But, once we got started, we didn't care!
Very sexy, those are some wonderful memories.
It reminds me of a Time we visited the store it was lately raining and then really opened up when we got into the parking spot. The lot was full and we didn't want to get wet running to the store.
One thing led to another, and we were both mostly naked me straddling him. The rain what happened people started coming out but we didn't stop. Fortunately it was none of the cars next to us.
Wow, Lady L! That was smoking hot. The image of you with your husband’s cum in your panties is ball-filling. What a lucky man to be so lovingly embraced and milked by such a sexy woman in sexy panties. This hit all my buttons! I feel the urge to find a pair to cum in now.
I do absolutely love the feeling of it.
I've worn panties all day at work that would filled with his semen.
I've sent him on one of his trips with little secrets like panties and masturbated in all day.
I could only imagine what a mess your pussy was after wearing cummy panties at work all day!
Very hot for sure loved the vivid description, “ I remembered reaching down and pushing the crotch of my panties up against myself. It felt smooth and creamy.” That was hot.
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Are you referring to a past time? Or from reading our experience?
Torch, this is a great sexy story!!! We’ve gotten brave several times and had several forms of sex play together in hidden but public places. The excitement of being naughty is great! Of course married couple having sex is the opposite of naughty – it’s a commandment and a commitment! Your stories – keep ‘em cumming!
6Thank you LM, and I like the new name torch, kinda sexy!
I agree with you, there are three elements involved. Risk, being seen and seeing others that appeal to many. They go against our natural instinct of being proper and keeping things private. The last of the three, being seen, contains within it the knowledge that another is finding pleasure in our pleasure.
Of course for those of us who realize that we have to live within reason and certain parameters so as not to encourage sin or temptation we live within certain restrictions.
And thank you for your kind words, as you know already how much we enjoy reading the stories about you and your lovely wife Melody. And I have to tell you if she were to choose to write I would gobble up the story in a minute.
Lady L. 💋
I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve been in a changing room, hard and wishing my wife was in there with me. Would love for us to explore this dynamic. Not going to lie, I have a bit of an exhibit kink. Not that I want watched, but I do want sex outside of the bedroom. A library would be great!
I think quite a few of us could admit to thinking what if and took the chance of touching themselves.
So the fact that you had an erection would not really be up that out of place.
Years ago, we were at a wedding reception feeling frisky and we found a closet just down the hall from the reception. A big chance because you don't know who could pop in, but a definite exciting experience.
Lady L.
Tutchh, (or Torch 🔥),
Autocorrect changed your name to “Torch.” But you ‘n M have such a hot sex life that the name “Torch 🔥” really fits!
Thank you, and you can use either name.
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Oh, Lady L, I have been here!
Master Joe has taken me into a changing room more than once. Usually he is in his dominant role, so I please him, but sometimes it has been exactly as you describe here, pressed against the wall while trying desperately to remain quiet.
You captured the thrill so perfectly: the hurried movements, the sound of your breathing, the possibility of another woman walking in, and that deliciously guilty feeling afterwards that everyone somehow knows what you have just done.
I must confess that your story gave me an O of my own and prompted me to ask to be taken shopping.
Thank you, Lady L.
I thoroughly enjoyed both the story and the pleasure it inspired! ❤️
love Lauren
Dear Lauren, thank you so much for your beautiful comment. Seems that time and time again we both arrive at touch stones which occur in one another's lives. Would it not have been a lovely experience to be are you joining changing booth to one another.mmmmm such a provocative thought.
And another coincidence it seems that both of us have fingers at wander during the meeting of one another's words as well. Just feeling your words as I read them I could almost swear that I was hearing a lovely voice feeling here with sounds of climactic satisfaction.
Lady L. 💋♥️
Lady L, I know I write about my lovely, smutty little life, but I usually hide behind writing in the third person. It gives me just enough distance from myself not to blush too much.
So I’m rather embarrassed to admit that your reply completely undid that distance. The thought of us in adjoining changing booths, your words, that delicious little suggestion about wandering fingers… well, I’m sitting here reading this with a very definite puddle between my legs.
Thank you for putting that image in my head. I suspect it may be staying there for quite some time. 💋♥️
Lauren xx
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