Looking For My First Changing Room Orgasm
When I worked in London, I heard a story about fashion models and wealthy trust-fund babes. The rumour was that they cruised the changing rooms of designer fashion stores. Apparently, they’d eye up other women as they tried on clothes. If they got a response, they’d both go into a cubicle for some fast action. I didn’t really believe the story, of course. I thought it was an urban legend. But I felt a sudden forbidden thrill at the thought of having a changing room orgasm. Horny volunteers needed…NOW!
So, I started visiting stores in Knightsbridge during my lunch hour. After several uneventful expeditions, I was about to give up. But in one shop I decided to try on a little miniskirt and a couple of bras. I walked into a communal changing room with a wall-sized mirror. Opposite, I saw a row of cubicles with curtains.
At that moment a blonde woman in her mid-twenties walked in holding a black sheath dress. She smiled at me – brushing against me slightly as she walked to a cubicle. I followed her with my gaze and felt my heart beat faster when she didn’t close the curtain. She casually took off her designer jeans and silk top and slipped into the tight black dress. She knew full well that I was watching her. Was I about to finally have a changing room orgasm?
Oh no! I have a VPL!
The woman joined me by the mirror and studied herself critically. “I can see my panty line – that’s no good.” She suddenly reached under the dress with both hands and pulled her knickers down. Her dress rose, giving me a flash of neatly trimmed bush. She then pulled the shoulder straps down and turned her back to me. “Would you mind unhooking my bra?”
I was happy to oblige and let my fingers rest against her soft skin before I deftly unhooked the clasps. She turned again and stood topless, looking in the mirror. “Do you think my boobs are too big for this dress?” she asked with a flirtatious smile. “No” I replied “They look perfect.” She giggled and said that her nipples would stand out under the fabric.
She had a point, of course. Her nipples were like bullets and I couldn’t stop staring at them. All I could think about was taking one in my mouth and sucking it as hard as I could. The woman took my hand and pulled me firmly into the cubicle pulling the curtain closed behind us. She pushed me hard against the wall and kissed me deeply. “We’ll have to be fast – and you’ve got to be quiet!” Finally! I was about to experience my first changing room orgasm!
I Opened My Legs As Her Hand Went Straight Up My Skirt
Her fingers prised my knickers to one side and I groaned and shuddered with sudden pleasure as she pushed a finger inside me. I was so wet that she immediately tried for a second finger, easing it in as she finger fucked me. I loved the sensation of her thrusting fingers in my pussy and her probing tongue in my mouth.
As I began to breathe heavily, I thrust rhythmically against her hand with my hips. She broke away from our French kiss and demanded that I touch her too. So I hiked the black dress around her waist and found her soaking wet pussy. “No, not like that. Rub my clit. Do it slowly, but press hard. Make circles. Now do it faster!” I finally found the rhythm that she liked and felt her writhe.
By now we weren’t kissing. The side of my face was pressed hard against hers and we frantically fingered and rubbed each other. We tried to keep quiet but it was hard not to pant and moan. I bit my lip, clenched my teeth and finally clasped my mouth over her shoulder and bit hard, as I shuddered… my first changing room orgasm.
This was only the beginning of my changing room adventures, so call your favourite English girl to hear more…
EMILY
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