I Got Fucked in a Changing Room While My Boyfriend Waited Outside

We were out shopping when the idea hit me. My boyfriend was waiting right outside the changing room, scrolling on his phone, completely unaware that I was getting fucked by a stranger behind the thin curtain.

It started when I went in to try on a dress. The attendant — tall, broad-shouldered, with a smug little smirk — followed me in and whispered, “I saw the way you looked at me.” My heart skipped. I should’ve said no. But I didn’t.

I pulled him in and shut the curtain. My dress was already halfway off. He kissed me like he’d been waiting to do it forever, his hands roaming my body, gripping my ass, pulling my panties down. I was so wet, I could barely breathe.

He unzipped his pants and shoved me against the wall. No foreplay. Just raw, reckless fucking. His cock slammed into me, and I had to bite my hand to keep from crying out. My boyfriend was just feet away — one cough, one call of my name, and everything would come crashing down. But that only made it hotter.

He fucked me rough and fast, his hand over my mouth as I came, legs shaking. I could feel my juices running down my thighs, dripping onto the floor. He pulled out, came all over the mirror, and vanished like he was never there.

I walked out flushed, heart racing, and kissed my boyfriend like nothing had happened.

We were out shopping when the idea hit me. My boyfriend was waiting right outside the changing room, scrolling on his phone, completely unaware that I was getting fucked by a stranger behind the thin curtain.

It started when I went in to try on a dress. The attendant — tall, broad-shouldered, with a smug little smirk — followed me in and whispered, “I saw the way you looked at me.” My heart skipped. I should’ve said no. But I didn’t.

I pulled him in and shut the curtain. My dress was already halfway off. He kissed me like he’d been waiting to do it forever, his hands roaming my body, gripping my ass, pulling my panties down. I was so wet, I could barely breathe.

He unzipped his pants and shoved me against the wall. No foreplay. Just raw, reckless fucking. His cock slammed into me, and I had to bite my hand to keep from crying out. My boyfriend was just feet away — one cough, one call of my name, and everything would come crashing down. But that only made it hotter.

He fucked me rough and fast, his hand over my mouth as I came, legs shaking. I could feel my juices running down my thighs, dripping onto the floor. He pulled out, came all over the mirror, and vanished like he was never there.

I walked out flushed, heart racing, and kissed my boyfriend like nothing had happened.