Changing Room Diaries Ch. 04

Walking over to my room I realized how aroused I had gotten myself. Between my teasing with Demi and watching the scene unfold with Molly, it was all quite exciting.

Just before I reached my changing room, Molly and Paula burst out of theirs. They told me they were taking lunch early and ran off, not even explaining to Demi.

I slid my door open to reveal Brenda, wearing a simple T-shirt, hoodie, and jeans, sitting patiently on a stool, her clothes neatly folded on the chair next to her.

She stood as I entered the room. I wanted to jump her then, but decided against it. Better to slow things down and make everyone a winner.

I took a look at her before I said anything. Her hair was a little different. She usually had platinum blonde hair but today it was accentuated with brown lowlights and set similar to mine.

Hair isn't the only noticeable thing about Brenda. She was tall, probably almost six feet tall to my 5'8, had cutely plump cheeks, but high cheekbones, and her face always seemed to look shy, even when she was comfortable.

"Hello sweetie," I smiled at her, "what've we got here today?" I walked over and poked around her stack of clothes. Some blouses, a few different sizes of the same pairs of jeans, a belt. Boring stuff mostly. But then I found two very interesting things. A sports bra and yoga pants.

"Hmm, I'm going to need a couple things honey, why don't you start trying to figure out jeans and I'll be back in a flash!"

With that I left the room and headed out into the main store area to find a few things. I was glad I could do this while she tried on jeans. Jeans were important, but always such a hassle to watch women try to squeeze themselves into pair after pair of denim, finally deciding to go with the one they knew they would end up with from the start. It's an exhausting, but necessary process. I can't say I don't do it as well, I would just rather not be around for it if I don't need to be.

"Demi, come with me," I told Demi as I went back to my room. She looked confused but jogged forward to catch up and followed behind me. This was going to be fun.

"But Eve-"

"Don't worry honey the store is dead this early."

I slid the door open with emphasis. Brenda seemed to had just pulled off her shirt and jumped with fright at my sudden arrival. I couldn't help watch the top of her breasts bounce. She covered herself up, crossing her arms onto her shoulders. Demi and I walked in. Demi was blushing hard, and had her eyes fixed to the ground as I slid the door shut. Brenda started to fumble with her shirt to put it back on but I gently took it from her.

"There's no need for that sweetie, we're all acquainted here. If I remember correctly the two of you were making out and grinding up onto each other just a couple weeks ago, right?"

They both didn't say a word, just blushed and stared at their respective feet.

I laughed and moved the stool next to the door. "Anyway, Brenda, this is Demi in case you forgot. Just pretend like she's not even here." I gestured to Demi to sit on the stool. She continued to just look down.

Brenda was standing on the opposite side of the room. I walked to her and eased her into conversation as we started going through the blouses. We chit chatted about Paula and Molly for a bit. I made sure Brenda had driven here since Paula had already run off. Brenda told me that ever since Molly had come into the picture Paula and her had slowed in their sexual time together, and then stopped.

"So have you been working yourself since then?" I asked, genuinely interested as I pulled the last blouse off of her.

She glanced at Demi, who was trying very hard to pretend like she wasn't listening. "No."

I was surprised, "Why not?"

"I don't...I don't really like to. It feels weird."

"I know what you mean sweetie but sometimes you just gotta."

"I guess..."

I frowned. That would mean, unless she had been with someone else, Brenda hadn't had any real fun since...well probably since she was last in my changing room a couple weeks ago.

"Well, anyway," I said changing the topic, "lets try this on now!"

I pulled black sports bra with neon yellow trim Brenda had picked out and set it on top of the pile. Approaching her, I reached around her body and slowly unhooked her bra, making sure to have my breath linger on her neck as I did.

When I pulled away, taking her bra with me, Brenda's eye's were half closed. I thought about I should really get this girl some relief, but it could wait just a bit longer.

Demi was trying not to stare at Brenda's large breasts. Demi was a boob girl, through and through, but they were quite the sights. Both angled slightly outward as larger breasts tend to be, with very big, areolas about the diameter of an average mug, and little nipples right in their centers that were already hard.

I handed Brenda the sports bra and she began to put it on. Demi's staring became more and more obvious as Brenda put piece over her head and adjusted it onto her breasts. I almost frowned, seeing them condensed in such a way.

I then picked up the black yoga pants and flung them over my shoulder. Without a word I crouched down, at face level with Brenda's crotch, and started to undo her form her jeans. She looked up at the ceiling as if to try and not embarrass me. I slid her out of her pants, inching them down slowly to let Demi get her look in. Sure they had seen each other naked before, but that went by so quickly, straight into the sex, they didn't really get to see each other. And seeing a dessert before eating it can really help build up the suspense.

Eventually though, I had to get the pants off of Brenda. She looked down at me finally as I started to get her into the yoga pants, sliding them all the way up with a snap onto her waist, and giving her butt a couple of playful taps when they were set. That alone made breathe in a little with pleasure.

I walked back over near Demi and reached for a box within the stack of items I had brought to the room, sliding it on the ground to Brenda. She opened it producing a pair of socks and shoes, that matched perfectly with her outfit. With a shy smile she sat down and put them on quickly. She stood and admired herself in the mirror, from her bra, along her exposed tummy, and down her legs. I also suggested to her to put her hair in a ponytail for a more accurate look and she complied.

"Brenda dear, why don't you have a seat," I said, breaking her out of her self admiration. I began to rummage through the rest of what I brought and threw some to Demi. "Part of my job is to model clothes for you, since it's hard to tell sometimes just by looking in the mirror. I saw Brenda's face begin to realize that Demi and I were holding exactly what she was wearing in our sizes. She had a seat without a word.

Demi realized too. "Oh, Eve, I'm...what? I don't think I can-"

Before Demi could continue I reached my hand into her long black hair, around the back of her head, and gently guided her face to mine for a kiss. It was a soft kiss. Our lips pressed together with ease as she puckered into it, and released with very little tension after. When it was over her eyes remained closed for a few seconds.

I looked back to Brenda. Her legs had seemed to unconsciously open wide in her chair. I looked down to her open legs, then back up to her, and winked, hoping she would get the message.

Demi finally opened her eyes when I started to unzip her skirt. I made care to make sure Demi was facing Brenda, so as to not give Brenda a look at Demi's butt just yet and so that Brenda would have to muster serious confidence for what I wanted her to do.

I dropped Demi's skirt to the ground, revealing her dark blue panties.. She began to reach for her pants but I stopped her.

"I got it sweetie, don't worry."

I quickly got Demi's shoes off of her, but instead of putting on her pants, I decided to undress her further. Demi resisted for a moment, so I kissed her again, slightly harder, with a flick of her lips with my tongue as I left. There was no resistance as I began to tug her sweater, and the top underneath it, off together.

"How did you know these are my sizes?" She asked as I did this. I wondered if it was a sort of halfway attempt to get out of the situation. For a girl who had taken it so far just a couple weeks ago, she was quick to go back to shyness, but I understood. It was one thing to fool around, it's another to fool around at work.

"Oh you know, I've been doing this a while," I told her. In reality I just brought Molly's sizes and hoped they would fit, but I wasn't going to let her know that.

It seemed that with every inch that Demi's top moved up, Brenda's hand was getting closer and closer to her legs, and by the time Demi was standing in her bra and panties, Brenda's hand was on top of her sex over the tight pants. She was close, but I had to keep going, so I gave Demi a similar treatment I had given Brenda, reaching around her to unhook her bra. As it came off, Demi covered herself up immediately. I think she was shy about the size of her breasts compared to Brenda's, but they suited her more lithe figure. I was about to kiss Demi again as a way to relax her but then something stopped me.

Brenda let out a long 'mmmmm'.

I looked in the mirror and saw Brenda squeezing her sex through her pants. She stared right at Demi's chest, and it was the factor that allowed Demi to have the confidence to drop her hands. As Demi exposed herself, Brenda moved her hand inside her pants. It was all I could do not to yell 'there you go!' back at her.

I could have dressed Demi at this point, but I figured now that I finally had Brenda going, why rush? So I began to strip myself down as well. Slowly, stitch by stitch. My skirt. My shoes. My socks. My sweater. My top. And finally, my bra hit the floor.

Brenda was rubbing herself slowly now, moaning as she stretched the tight black fabric, watching Demi and I as we began to dress ourselves. Somehow, she still managed to look shy, even in the most overt of sexual acts.

I pulled Demi's hair, and subsequently my own, into a ponytail after we put our pants on, just to give Brenda one last lingering look at our breasts. Then we both submitted our breasts to the cages, albeit very useful cages, that were the sports bras. Finally, with the shoes, we all were in matching outfits.

For a moment both of them stared at me. It was quite flattering. I had been missing the gym lately between the new work and time with Cassie, but it was nice to see the workout clothes still flattered my body.

Facing Brenda I asked, "So, how does it look?" She seemed to remember herself in this moment, and stopped rubbing her sex, pulling out her hand. It was glistening with her pent up desire. She was silent.

"You know," I continued, "sometimes it's good to see things from different angles. Demi, please do as I do."

I turned my back to Brenda and got on my knees. Then I bent over onto all fours, my knees and elbows, angling my body in a steady incline from my head to my ass, right at Brenda. Demi hesitated for a moment, but then did the same, getting on her knees and elbows to my right. The sight was enough to put Brenda's hand back into her pants. She began to moan as she looked at us, but before she could go further I spoke up again.

"Wait sweetie, make sure you like the fabric's texture too. Come feel." I could hear how silly I sounded, but Brenda was filled with lust, and agreed instantly. She rose from her chair and walked to us, dropped onto her knees, and reached her hand out to touch the fabric. Right on Demi's butt.

At first it was just her finger tips, but soon enough Brenda was using her whole palm to caress Demi's ass. Her left hand eventually made it up to start doing the same to my butt. She even gave us a squeeze or two, eliciting a small, quick squeak form Demi.

"Don't forget the bra honey," I told her. In reaction Brenda positioned herself against me, her crotch touching my ass as if she were a man trying to take me, and leaned over my whole body. I shifted from my elbows to my hands as her weight pressed down on me. I felt her breasts on my back and realized she had pulled up her bra and let them hang free under it. Her hands reached around and fully groped my globes above the sports bra. We both exhaled in pleasure at the interaction.

She got off of me and did the same to Demi, who tilted her head down and clenched her teeth trying to stifle her moans as Brenda squeezed her breasts a few times, pulled the bra up and squeezing them bare a few more times, and then finally letting up.

I was about to give another fun instruction, but I felt her hands on me once more. Looking up in the mirror, I watched Brenda's face as she took my pants and pulled them down, slowly, stopping them with the waistband at my mid-thigh. She looked at me hungrily, shyly, and curiously. Like a child entering a candy shop, but not knowing if he was allowed to have any. Again Brenda gave Demi the same treatment and sat back, audibly gasping at the two asses in front of her, and confused as to what to do next. I could tell play time was over.

"Demi," I said, "you can leave us."

Demi looked at me in horror, and Brenda seemed disappointed too.

"Go please, that'll be all, thank you for helping. You can use room nine to change back into your clothes." Demi looked distraught, but nevertheless pulled up her pants, took her clothes, and left. I felt bad having to make her leave, but it was all part of a lesson she needed to learn. I'd explain it to her soon.

With Demi gone, Brenda sat in behind me and stared at my ass. She reached her hands up and plopped them down onto my cheeks, beginning to shake them up and down. After a little while of this she spread my cheeks and we were like that for quite some time. I simply waited patiently for what was coming, or at least what I hoped was coming. And then I felt it. Her wet finger on my rosebud, toying with it. Her other hand went back into her pants as she did, and she began to move her hips against it as she slid the tip of her finger inside me.

"Mmmm," I moaned, but her moans were much, much louder. The shy girl was quite the noise maker.

I watched her as she awkwardly tried to finger my rosebud and herself simultaneously. Though she was making me feel good, and I was very aroused, I couldn't let this be how she broke her dry spell. It would be disappointing.

I suddenly jerked away from her. She looked concerned for a moment before I turned and all but tackled her, diving my face into her breasts and lying her flat on the floor. I sucked an areola into my mouth and pulled upwards as I yanked her pants down to mid-thigh just like mine. Her breast stretched up with my mouth until finally falling out and popping back into place, making Brenda shriek with delight.

I grabbed her hands and interlocked our fingers, holding them in place above her head as I looked into her eyes.

I gave her one, long, kiss. One moment of peace where we both let our mouths morph together and our tongues swim together in harmony before slowly pulling away. I looked down at her for a moment. The shy, flushed girl was looking at me with nothing but eagerness. It was time to comply.

I had managed to kick off my shoes, and now I did the same with my pants as I slid off the blonde and got her to turn around and get up on her knees. I threw off my bra, leaving me naked besides socks, and pressed my body and breasts against her back, reaching around and roughly massaging her breasts in my hands, making her squeal in delight, especially as I rolled her nipples in my fingers.

I finally pushed her down to her hands, her ass jutting to me as mine had been to her.

I wasted no time. I gave her no moment to prepare. I simply turned to the camera that I knew was above the door, winked very quickly to Demi who I knew was watching, and shoved my face into Brenda. My tongue found her rosebud, and began to lick it up and down.

"Oh my god," she inhaled. She began to move back into me with desire for more, so I pointed my tongue and stuck it forward to probe more.

My hands then found her sex. I used my thumb and slowly entered her with it, with my other four fingers below rubbing at her lips and clit. This motion continued for what couldn't have been more than two minutes. I was frantic, so excited and so hungry to make this girl come. And if I was frantic, Brenda was absolutely crazy. She screamed with ear shattering volume and shut her eyes tight as I worked my hand and mouth on her. Her body was trembling, her hands gave out and she simply had her full cheek on the floor supporting her as she yelled more and more and more and more until she went quiet.

Brenda shot back up onto her hands and opened her eyes. Her mouth let out a soundless scream for a split second, until,

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

I honestly don't even know if Molly's work on the room's soundproofing could handle the volume Brenda let out as she shrieked and screamed. If you were to see her face it would look as though she was in incredible distress.

"FUCK . FUCK. FUCK. OH MY GOD. FUCK." She yelled.

Her body seemed to fight back against me as she rode her orgasm. She fell to the side, but I fell with her, never letting up my assault. Her juices were flooding my hand. She began to turn even more onto her back and I had to leave her rosebud, so my mouth went to her pussy and she began to scream even louder, something I didn't think was possible. One hand held the wall and the other her own breast as she finally began to calm down and she gently tried to push me away, indicating she had reached a limit. I crawled back and turned/fell onto my back, panting. My face was covered in evidence of Brenda's fun, and my own pussy was aching with desire, but we both just laid there.

The room felt hot with sex. Only the low hum of the ionizer could be heard for the minute or two we laid there.

"Oh no!" I finally heard from her. She sat up, "I'm so late! Um, Eve, this was um, you um..."

A voice in my head yelled, "Noooo!"

I was disappointed as I realized there would be no reciprocation, but I managed to laugh it off, "Sweetie you don't have to say anything, just say you had fun."

She smiled. "I had fun. Do you think I can like, order stuff and pick it up later?"

I nodded and she put everything she wanted on the chair.

"Are you sure you don't want me to have Demi come in and clean you up?" I asked as she got dressed.

"No I really have to go, but thanks."

I peaked out the door as she ran off and awkwardly nodding at Demi before she left.

I laid back onto the ground against the sheet. Covering myself with clothes. I reached for my skirt and pulled out the kill switch, pressing it once. Demi had seen all she was going to see for now. Also, quick side note, skirts with pockets are the greatest inventions in the history of mankind.

Laying their I looked over at the chair Brenda had left her clothes in. There were two blouses, a pair of jeans, and, most satisfyingly, yoga pants, a sports bra, and a pair of shoes.

The sight made my hand wander to my pussy, eager for attention, but I stopped myself. I try to hold off on self pleasure usually, to make the time with others better. Although, in hindsight, that is a little hypocritical of me.

I laid there for a while, probably about twenty minutes. All the stress of life ans mostly work came flooding back into my mind. Finally I resolved that I needed to get on with the day.

Looking around more, I realized the room and I were a mess. I could always have had Demi come clean me, fix up the room, and lay out a new sheet, but I thought against it. I'm sure it may seem quite confusing the way I've been treating Demi, it's best explained with what Molly told Demi her first day.