The Dressing Room Affair

I walked into the mall, the cool air conditioning hitting me like a wave. It was late in the evening, but I needed to get some shopping done for my upcoming business trip. I glanced around and noticed that the mall was deserted, which was surprising for a Tuesday night. Nevertheless, I was relieved as I didn't want to feel rushed.

I walked towards the food court, my thoughts wandering to the list of things I needed to buy for my trip. Some business clothes, a blouse maybe, and perhaps a swimsuit.

As I sat down at one of the tables in the food court, I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my husband.

"Hey, I'm at the mall, I'll be home later than usual. Just need to grab a few things for my trip," I typed.

I placed my phone on the table and looked around, lost in thought. I couldn't help but think about the state of my marriage. My husband travels for work all the time, and the spark between us has gone out. I'm not depressed, but I'm feeling unfulfilled.

I sat there, lost in thought, before my phone beeped. I picked it up to see my husband's response.

"Cool," he replied.

I put my phone down and sighed. It wasn't the response I was hoping for, but it was what I had come to expect. I stood up from the table, ready to go shopping. As I walked towards the first store, lost in thought about my marriage, I caught a glimpse of myself in the store window reflection. I couldn't help but pause and take a closer look. My dark brown hair was cut in a pixie cut, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as I looked at myself. I had always been relatively short, standing at 5'5", but my slim frame accentuated my curves in all the right places. My body was something I had always been proud of, and I had worked hard to maintain my figure.

I noticed a young man heading towards me as I continued walking. He was not particularly attractive, but he seemed to be around 20 years old and around 6'2". As he saw me, he did a double-take and was very obviously attracted to me. He had that nervous and insecure energy that all young man have as they near an attractive woman, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I smiled to myself and kept walking past him.

Entering the first store, I headed straight to the workwear section, determined to find the perfect outfit for my upcoming business trip. I pulled a black skirt, jacket, and white blouse off the rack, holding them up to myself in the mirror. The outfit hugged my curves in all the right places, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence wash over me.

I step into the cramped dressing room, pulling the curtain behind me. The air thick with the smell of cheap cologne and fabric softener. I peel off my boots, black skinny jeans, and black tank top and stand in front of the full-length mirror, surveying myself from head to toe. I run my hands over my perky breasts and smooth stomach, then turn to admire my toned backside.

I shake my head, trying to clear my mind of these distracting thoughts. I'm here to shop for business attire, not indulge in my own vanity. I take the suit off the hanger and slip it on, smoothing out the wrinkles as I go. The black skirt falls just below my knees, and the white blouse is thin and clings to my skin, revealing the outline of my nipples. I hesitate, wondering if this is appropriate for a business trip, but then decide that I can always wear a camisole underneath.

I slip on the black blazer and take a step back, looking at myself in the mirror. The outfit is a little conservative for my taste, but it does make me look professional. I glance at my phone, seeing that I have a text from my husband, but I ignore it for now. I take a deep breath and step out of the dressing room, feeling a rush of excitement as I do.

That's when I see him. A young man is standing by the racks of clothing, and his eyes flick up to meet mine before quickly darting away. I can tell that he's nervous, and I feel a sudden urge to tease him. I walk past him slowly, making sure to sway my hips just enough to catch his attention. I can feel his eyes on me, and I know that he's looking at my body.

I saunter over to the rack of clothing, feigning disinterest in the young man who can't seem to take his eyes off me. I run my fingers through the hangers of dresses, skirts, and blouses, but nothing really catches my eye until I see a white sundress. It's simple and delicate, with spaghetti straps and a flowy skirt that looks perfect for the upcoming summer weather. I grab it and hold it up to my body, imagining how it would look on me.

I make my way towards the dressing room with the sundress in hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the young man's gaze lingering on me, and I decide to give him a bit of a show. I walk slowly, letting him follow behind me without being too obvious. I can feel his eyes burning into my back as I reach the dressing room, and I deliberately leave a gap in the curtain as I step inside.

As I start to undress, I make sure to twist and turn, giving him ample opportunity to ogle my body. I peel off my tight jeans, slowly sliding them down my hips, and I can feel his gaze fixated on my ass as I wiggle out of them. I kick off my boots, enjoying the feeling of being barefoot on the cool floor, and then peel off my black tank top, exposing my perky breasts.

I hear a small gasp from outside the dressing room and can't help but smile to myself. I slip on the sundress, and as I suspected, it's much too revealing for work. The neckline plunges deeply, showing off a generous amount of cleavage, and the hemline barely reaches mid-thigh, making it inappropriate for any professional setting. But I don't care - I'm having fun teasing this young man who seems to be thoroughly enjoying the show.

I twirl around in front of the mirror, giving him a full view of the dress and my body. I know I look good, and I revel in the attention. I take my time getting back into my black tank top and jeans, I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of this stranger's gaze lingering on me.

Exiting the dressing room, I see him still standing by the rack of clothes, his eyes now downcast as if trying to avoid my gaze and I can't help but smirk as I notice the young man's eyes follow me as I browse through the racks of clothing. It's clear that he's trying to be subtle, but his interest in me is painfully obvious. I decide to have a little fun with him, and make my way towards him, feigning a stumble and falling into him. He catches me, his hands firm against my waist, and I look up at him with a playful grin.

"Whoops, I guess I'm a little clumsy," I say with a laugh. "Thanks for catching me." He flushes a deep red and stammers out a response, clearly flustered by my proximity. I decide to take pity on him and ask a few casual questions.

"So, do you go to university around here?" I ask, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

"Y-yeah, I'm a freshman," he responds, his voice shaking a little.

"What's your major?" I inquire, trying to put him at ease.

"Uh, undecided for now," he admits. "I'm still trying to figure things out."

I nod understandingly, continuing to make small talk with him. I introduce myself and tell him that I'm just here shopping for some clothes for an upcoming trip. He seems eager to help, and I can't help but be amused by his obvious nervousness.

"I'm actually looking for a new swimsuit," I say casually, watching as his eyes widen slightly.

"I-I could help you look, if you want," he offers, his voice barely above a whisper.

I decide to tease him a little, enjoying the feeling of power that comes with his obvious interest in me. "Hmm, I don't know if I trust you," I say, giving him a sly smile.

He looks like a deer caught in headlights, clearly unsure of how to respond. I can feel myself getting more and more excited by the attention, and I decide to take things up a notch.

"Okay, you can help me," I say, placing a hand on his arm. "But you have to promise to be a good boy and behave yourself."

He nods eagerly, looking like he's about to burst with excitement. I lead him towards the swimsuit section, enjoying the feeling of his eyes on my ass as he follows me. We approach the racks of swimwear, and I turn to him and give him a mischievous grin.

"Okay, Brian," I say, using his name for the first time. "Let's see what you've got."

Brian browses the swimsuits, I trail behind him, pretending to examine each one with care. In reality, I'm more interested in watching him fumble around nervously. I casually browse the racks and pretend to be interested in some of the bikinis. "What about this one?" I hold up a tiny, barely-there bikini with thin straps and a g-string bottom.

Brian's face flushes as he stammers, "Uh, I don't know if that one would fit you."

I smirk and give him a knowing look. "You're probably right, I don't want to scare everyone away with too much skin." I then pretend to consider the options on display, but secretly I'm excited to see what Brian picks out.

Finally, he hands me a one-piece swimsuit with a low-cut back and a plunging neckline. The material is a deep blue that reminds me of the ocean, and it looks small enough to be snug on my curves.

I take it from him and hold it up to my body, considering it for a moment. "Hmm, this looks like it could work. What do you think?" I turn to Brian, arching an eyebrow.

He swallows hard and nods, his eyes glued to my body. "Yeah, I think it would look great on you."

I grin and walk towards the dressing room, holding the swimsuit against my chest. As I step behind the curtain, I make sure to leave a gap so Brian can see me changing.

I slip out of my clothes, taking my time and enjoying the feeling of being watched. I look at myself in the mirror, running my hands over my skin, and to my surprise, I can feel the heat rising between my legs.

Finally, I slip the one-piece over my curves, and I have to admit, it fits well - a little too well, in fact. It hugs my body tightly, accentuating my curves and leaving very little to the imagination. The high-cut leg openings ride up almost to my hips, revealing most of my butt cheeks, and the tight fabric squeezes my bust so tightly that my pierced nipples are visible through the material.

As I step out of the dressing room, Brian looks up at me, his eyes wide. "Wow," he says, his voice a little hoarse. "You look amazing."

I can't help but laugh at his response. "You're such a sweet talker," I tease, reaching out to playfully swat his arm. "But I'm not so sure about this one. Can you go find me something else to try on?"

Brian nods eagerly, his eyes still fixed on my body as he scurries off to find another swimsuit. Meanwhile, I slip back into the dressing room, feeling exhilarated by the power I hold over him. As I wait for him to return, I can't help but run my hands over my body, feeling the tight fabric of the one-piece against my skin. The whole situation is turning me on in a way that I never expected.

I stand in the dressing room and I look at myself in the mirror, feeling a bit conflicted about what I am doing. On one hand, I am enjoying the attention from Brian and the power it gives me over him. On the other hand, I can't help but feel like I am leading him on and taking advantage of his inexperience. But those thoughts quickly dissipate as I hear Brian returning.

He hands me a red bikini, modest by bikini standards, but still revealing. It's a simple design, with a triangle top and a pair of low-cut bottoms. The fabric is a bright, eye-catching shade of red, and I can't help but wonder how it will look against my tanned skin.

I slide the bikini on, wiggling and shimmying until it fits perfectly. The top is snug against my pert breasts, pushing them up and creating a tantalizing amount of cleavage. The bottoms sit low on my hips, accentuating the curve of my butt and leaving little to the imagination.

I can see Brian's reflection in the gap in the curtain but I pretend not to notice him watching as I adjust the bikini, smoothing the fabric over my skin and making sure that every inch of my body is on display.

Finally, I turn around and step out of the dressing room, making sure to give Brian a good view of my body in the bikini. I can feel his eyes on me, and I feel a sense of power and excitement knowing that I am the object of his desire.

"So, what do you think?" I ask, twirling around to give him a better look.

Brian stammers for a moment before finally finding his words. "I-I think you look amazing," he says, his eyes wide with admiration.

I turn around, facing away from him, and place my hands under my ass, highlight how the bikini bottoms hug my cheeks. I wiggle my hips slightly, and then use my hands to jiggle my ass for him, teasingly. "You don't think this suit makes my butt look too big, do you?" I ask, innocently.

Brian looks at me, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. He swallows hard before answering, "N-no, not at all. I think it looks really nice on you."

I smile, pleased with his response. "Good," I purr. "I like it too." I turn around again, walking a few steps away from him, swaying my hips as I go. I stop and look back over my shoulder, giving him a sultry grin. "Do you think it's too revealing though?" I ask, my fingers playing with the straps of the bikini top.

Brian shakes his head quickly. "No, not at all. It's... perfect," he stammers, his eyes lingering on my curves. He gulps, his eyes flickering over my body. "I-I like how it fits you," he says, his voice barely audible.

I chuckle, enjoying the nervous energy that Brian is giving off. "And what else?" I prompt him, teasingly.

Brian swallows hard, his gaze lingering on my chest. "I-I like your piercings," he admits, his voice shaking.

I grin, feeling aroused by his honesty. "You do?" I ask, running my fingers over the silver barbell in my nipples, they're trying their hardest to rip through the material.

Brian nods, his eyes fixed on the piercing. "It's sexy," he says, his voice husky.

I laugh softly. "You're sweet, Brian," I say, stepping closer to him. "I like the way you look at me."

Brian flushes, clearly embarrassed by my boldness. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so obvious."

I wave off his apology. "Don't be sorry, Brian. I like it. In fact, I think I like it a little too much." I step even closer to him, running a hand down his arm. "Do you want to touch me, Brian?"

Brian's eyes widen again, but this time with desire. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely.

I glance around the store, seeing how empty it is, and I decide to take things even further. "Do you want to come in here with me?" I asked, motioning towards the cramped dressing room.

Brian's eyes bulged in disbelief, but he quickly nodded his head in excitement and I stepped aside and let him into the tiny space with me. The heat in the room seemed to rise ten degrees as we both squeezed into the tiny room, my body just inches away from his.

Brian's hands slide over the fabric of my bikini top, I let out a soft moan, enjoying the sensation of his touch. His fingertips tentatively circle my nipples, teasing them through the thin material, causing them to harden in response. "Does that feel good?" he asks, his voice trembling slightly.

"Mmm, yes," I reply, my eyes half-closed with pleasure. Brian's hands move lower, tracing the curves of my breasts, and I arch my back, pressing them into his palms. He seems to gain confidence as he explores my body, and I feel his fingers growing bolder, sliding beneath the edges of my bikini top to touch the soft skin of my breasts directly. I gasp as he tweaks my nipples, the pleasure coursing through my body. His touch is tentative, but it's also exciting to feel his inexperienced hands exploring me so eagerly.

"Can I take it off?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. I nod eagerly, feeling my heart race as Brian's hands fumble with the ties at the back of my bikini top. As the fabric falls away, I let out a shuddering breath, feeling the cool air against my skin. Brian's gaze is fixed on my breasts, which are now fully exposed to him. He hesitates for a moment, then reaches out to cup them in his hands, his touch gentle and reverent.

I close my eyes and lean into him, savoring the feeling of his fingers against my skin. "Oh," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "That feels good." Encouraged by my words, Brian begins to explore my breasts more thoroughly, his fingers tracing the curves and crevices of my flesh. I let out a soft moan as he caresses my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me. As his hands grow bolder, I can feel my own desire growing, the heat between my legs growing more intense with every passing moment. I wrap my arms around Brian's neck, pulling him closer to me, and he responds eagerly, his hands moving down to explore the curves of my hips and the soft flesh of my thighs.

"You're so beautiful," Brian whispers, his gaze fixated on my chest. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this."

I smile, thinking that's sweet. "It's okay," I reassure him. "Just relax and enjoy it."

Encouraged by my words, he cups my breasts with his hands, gently squeezing and kneading them. I let out a soft gasp as he rolls my nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I let out a soft moan, arching my back and pushing my chest forward to give him better access. "That feels so good," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. Brian leans in and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently on it, tongue and lips dancing over my piercing. I let out a louder moan, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer to me. As he moves back and forth between my nipples, his hands begin to roam lower again, exploring the curves of my hips and waist. I let out a soft gasp as his fingers brush over the top of my bikini bottom, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs again, his lips moving back up to meet mine. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

I smile, enjoying the attention. "I'm glad you think so," I reply, running my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. "Let's keep going, shall we?"

His hands are all over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second, and I know that I want him inside of me. Without thinking, I reach down and grasp his erection through his pants, feeling it twitch in response to my touch. I reach down and start to undo his pants, but he stops me, looking up at me with nervous eyes.

"Are you sure this is okay?" he asks. I smile down at him and nod, pulling his pants down to reveal his hard cock. I take him in my hand and start to stroke him, feeling him grow even harder under my touch.

He groans as I start stroking him, my own desire growing with each passing moment. The cramped dressing room is hot, our bodies pressed close together, but I don't care. All that matters is the sensation of his hands on my body, and the way he responds to my touch. My own arousal is building, and I can feel the wetness between my legs. With a sudden impulse, I grab his hand and press it against the fabric of my bikini bottom, letting him feel just how wet I am.

"Please," I whisper. "I want you to touch me." As I position myself on the small bench in the dressing room, I can sense Brian's nervousness and insecurity. I give him a reassuring smile and spread my legs, inviting him to enter me as I pull the bikini bottom to the side. "You can do it," I say again, softly, and he takes a deep breath before slowly thrusting in, filling me completely. I let out a gasp at the sensation of him inside me, and he presses into me eagerly, our bodies pressing tightly together.

"Fuck me," I gasp, feeling his hands grip my hips as he grinds down into me. His movements are somewhat hesitant and uncoordinated at first, but I can feel him gaining confidence with each thrust. "That's it," I encourage him, my own arousal building with the increasing intensity of his movements. As he thrusts harder, I feel myself clenching tightly around him, savoring the fullness and pressure of his shaft inside me.