Dressing room

The following story is the kind of story that you see happen in cheesy porn videos of “reality” porn studios, and I hate to call it that, but that is what it seems like. It is something that happened to me and is probably the single most exciting thing to have happened to me in my life. This is the story of how a stranger, a hot stranger, fucked me in the dressing room of a store in the middle of the day.

I will start by introducing myself. My name is Katherine and I am a receptionist at an hotel. I am short, I have big green eyes, short black hair and a nice butt. About my boobs, they are nothing to write about but they are big enough. I am 24 years old, and this happened around 8 months ago. I should add that I am single.

The guy I fucked, well, who fucked me, I never got his name. He was way taller than me, had tan skin and deep black eyes. He had a thick accent that I cannot figure out from where it was, but I think he was of hispanic ascendance. There are a lot of immigrants in my city, anyway. He surely was endowed like a hispanic person.

It all began on my day off, my first day off in a while. Although I wanted to spend the day laying down and eating, but I noticed I was in need of some new shoes and clothes, and so I gathered my energy to go shopping in the district and browse a few stores. I thought to myself that I could treat myself to something nice.

I put on nice, flowy clothes because it was summer and the weather was terribly hot. I left my apartment and headed to the shopping district, hoping to find nice shoes and a few clothes, and nothing more. The subway ride to the district seemed to be taking forever, or maybe I had forgotten how long it took. It has been a while since I last went out for entertainment purposes.

I reached the district at around 2 p.m, and started to jump from store to store. I am a very picky shopper, so it took a while before I settled on what I wanted to buy. I think this was good because unlike my other peers, I was not an impulsive buyer and have never been. I do not get the charm of that.

While looking through some stores, I saw the main guy of this story in the distance. He looked at me for a few seconds then turned away. I was instantly infatuated by his handsome facial features, and was a little intrigued by him because of the way he looked at me. As I continued my exploration of the stores, I walked into a big, populated mall and started to browse.

I noticed the guy was here as well, almost as if he was following me all the while. I did not mind it much and continued my shopping, still intrigued by the sexy man whose glare stared into my soul and paralyzed me in my tracks. I continued walking then stumbled upon a clothing store I had completely forgotten about; I used to shop here all the time because they had such amazing clothes. I finally found my haven to spend all my money in and get my fix of new clothes. I walked in eagerly.

I started to browse the racks, finding more and more clothes that I liked, but I was on a budget so I had to control myself and buy what I needed. While browsing the shorts, I noticed the hot guy from before entered the store, looking at me for a few seconds then continuing to mind his business. I was shocked to see him here, but also rather pleased. I liked to lay my eyes on him as much as he seemed to enjoy laying his on me.

I took my shopping bags to the dressing rooms, all the way into the back of the store. Besides me and another lady, and of course the man, the store was rather barren, oddly. I walked slowly into the dressing room and began to try on my new cute clothes, not minding much what was going on outside. Then suddenly, I was surprised once again by the handsome man.

He walked into my dressing room as I was trying a top, and I looked at him through the mirror in shock. He held my hand then got closer to my ear to whisper into it; “I noticed you have been looking at me” he said, his accent penetrating my ears rather pleasurably. I froze in place, gathered my thoughts then replied. “And you have been looking at me, as well as following me around” and he smiled.

“Very observant” he said as he started to remove my new top. I did not fight back. “Will we fuck here?” I asked, a slight tone of fear slipping out of my mouth. “Indeed” he said confidently. Then, he planted a kiss on my lips and we began to make out in the dressing room. He held me against the wall and got busy undressing me, which was not a chore since I was already half naked when he came in.

Standing there, fully naked, he continued to kiss me then bent down to eat my pussy. I put my leg up and over his shoulder, to let him easily eat me. He began slowly and sweetly, licking my pussy with his long tongue, then dove it inside me and put his entire face on my vagina. He took it out for a few moments and told me not to moan. I obeyed him and resisted moaning the best I could.

He stood up, then began to take off his clothes. I was surprised when he let out his cock, which was larger than I had imagined. I knelt down almost instantly and began to suck him off, barely fitting all that cock into my mouth. I started to suck it softly, then he held my head and began to shove his dick down my throat, almost making me choke. He then held me up, against the wall, with my leg up to his face and started to tease my pussy with his cock, hitting it with it and fingering me.

Then, in a single motion, he went into me, fully penetrating me with all his cock. He began to kiss me so I would not moan, then after a few moments we got in all fours and he started to fuck me missionary. It was hard not to moan now. The entire thought of being found out by security or someone else walking in to see what was going on thrilled me and turned me on even more than I already was.

“Will you come?” He asked as my pussy began to get wetter. “Yes” I said, trying to keep my voice in a low volume. He pulled out then held me up, pussy to his face, and began to eat my pussy, making me gush into his mouth multiple times. His cock was on my face so I sucked it until he came. Our last position was a 69 but standing, and it was probably my favorite part.

Afterwards, we dressed up and walked out of the dressing room, one by one. I was confused by looking at the people and the store, then walked with dumb steps to the cashier to pay and leave. As the cashier asked me for the card information, I took my sweet time to reply since I was lost in thought, thinking about what had just happened. I looked to the store’s entrance to see my secret lover walking out, throwing one last glance back at me as I finished paying.

I ran outside the store to see if he was around, but he was nowhere to be seen. “One day stand” I said to myself as I made my way out of the mall, then walking to the subway station to go back home. And even up to today, I have not seen that man again. I wish we could at least get together again to fuck once more.