Changing Room

His long middle finger pushed the material of my dress deep into the cleft between my buttocks, then continued further until it reached my pussy. Fortunately his grope was masked by the throng in the crowded department store through which we were hurrying.

On my cheek, his breath was hot but sweet, as his chin pressed on my shoulder when I was forced to stop briefly by the crush of shoppers, “Where are you taking me?”

I didn’t reply but tugged on his hand.

I can only place the blame for this situation on my friend. Incredibly, it was no more than forty-five minutes ago that she had tricked me. She knew that I could never refuse a dare.

We were a ‘hot couple’, Sarah and I, according to those in our circle of friends. “Like two peas in a pod”. We met in school and became inseparable, so it seemed only natural that we should become sexual partners.

There is an essential difference between us; Sarah restricts her sexual activities uniquely to females, whereas I am bisexual.

Does Sarah mind sharing me with the men in my life? Not if her response to the details I revealed of my latest male encounter is to be believed. During our lovemaking I described in lurid detail, even replicating as far as is possible, what the guy had done.

Yes, I take the more dominant role; my lover is happier taking the submissive part.

So, we sat at a pavement table at our favourite restaurant discussing all the things important to us.

Sarah stopped listening to me. She stared across the road. I turned my head; my eyes scanning the pedestrians, to find what it was that had caught her eye.

The girls there were pretty enough but not outstanding. Nor were they attired in anything particularly outstanding.

“What’s got your attention, baby”?

Without blinking, and without taking her eyes from the object of her attention she murmured huskily, “Oh my gosh, what a honey”.

My face flushed, and inexplicably I felt a pang of jealousy. “Point her out, I’ll scratch out her eyes”.

My darling ignored me. “Oh my, he’s coming over”.

It took a second for the important word to sink into my brain: “HE.” “He”? I repeated.

A guy? Sarah was getting the hots for a guy?

I took hold of her wrist to check for a racing pulse. She shook me off as if I was some minor irritation.

Before I could remonstrate, the guy was at our table. He had eyes for only Sarah; to him I did not exist. “I saw you across the road…” they said in synchronicity.

Now, I am considered by my peers, both guys and girls, as intelligent, with a quick wit. It must have been the anger mounting in me that clouded my thoughts and judgement. It angered me that my lover was not only ignoring me, but doing so in favour of a man!

My my my, Sarah is so right, what a hunk! I allowed myself to closely examine him, as his eyes never left my partner. Mentally I undressed him. Fully dressed he impressed; sharp business suit, expensive shoes, silk shirt. Intense blue eyes. Rugged jaw-line. Tall, slim body. An “Oyster” around his wrist. No rings.

Picking up my mobile I popped it into my bag. “And just where do you think you are off to?” Sarah addressed me but her eyes never left his. Her hand rested on his.

“How…” I stopped short of saying ‘dare you’.

My anger welled up. My darling, compliant lover talking to me in that way. My taking second place to a guy in her affections. I glared at them both.

“Hey, you don’t think I can get me a man?” taunted Sarah.

“But…”, The ‘why would you want one’ went unsaid.

“I will have him first,” I threatened. It was at that stage an empty threat.

“Well I don’t think so, we are meeting tonight”, boasted my friend.

Without thinking of my words or the consequence of them I blurted out, “Then I will have him now!”

Sarah threw back her head and laughed loudly, “Where, how? Impossible! I dare you”.

“Nothing, my darling, is impossible for me”. I grabbed his hand.

So now we continued through the crush of shoppers. I had a place in mind. A place of my fantasies. At the back of the female section were the changing rooms. As we passed by the rails I grabbed some clothing.

“I’m sorry, sir, this area is reserved for ladies.” The assistant grabbed the guy’s sleeve.

“It’s OK.” I smiled. “We are in a hurry and I need his opinion”.

Reluctantly she counted the number of articles and gave me a tag, then directed us to the cubicle nearest.

Inside, he grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat, opened his mouth to speak, but I stopped any words by planting my lips on his. And sister could he kiss!

His arms swept around me, pulling my body to him. I needed space. Space to ensure that this hunk had the necessary equipment to do what I had in mind.

My hand dived to his pants, running over the front. He was aroused. What a lump!

Encouraged, his hands grabbed my breasts. His reaction was of pleasant surprise when he discovered I wore no bra. And true to the male species, that led his thoughts to speculate on the possibility of a girl who goes commando.

Diving his hand under my dress, he found that all of his birthdays had arrived at once; I rarely wear panties.

A knee thrust between my legs, forcing them apart, giving his long nimble fingers access to my, by now, very aroused pussy.

There was no time for niceties. I reached for his zip. The ‘zzzzzz’ as I pulled it down gave me a thrill. Liberating his cock revealed it was thick and long to the touch. I stole a satisfying look. But the proof of its abilities would be as soon as I could get it in me.

“How?” he asked.

I turned around and bent over in answer. “Do it,” I demanded.

Lifting my dress, he placed the head of his cock at my pussy and pressed tentatively. Rocking back on my heels, I thrust my hips backwards towards him, impaling my desperately wanting vulva on his cock. “Fuck me,” I hissed hoarsely.

He got the message. So too did the store assistant. “Everything OK madam?” She sounded concerned.

My “Yes” sounded somewhat less than convincing due to me receiving the full length of a cock that was thick enough to open my depths with a force that took away my breath.

The guy plunged his meat into me, and quickly a rhythm was established; he thrusting forward, I rocking back to meet him.

The urgency coupled with the excitement of the situation soon had us reaching a climax. Unfortunately I am not known for my reserve or silence at such times and a very concerned-sounding store assistant called out, “Sir, madam, I really must ask you to vacate the booth now”.

I swear that the half-dozen or so women in the changing room area looked at us with envy as I handed back the clothing and grinned at them.

I excused myself from him and made my way to the store toilets to clean up the cum that was running down my thighs.

Of course that little brat Sarah had set it all up!

I had thought to teach her a lesson by not acceding to her demands to replicate the changing room fun in our lovemaking that night, but those warm dark eyes, those sweet lips, and her ‘rabbit’ buzzing inside me convinced me otherwise.

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Jenni Gee