Changing Rooms

By Poison Ivan

Warning! The following work of fiction contains sexual activities between consenting adults. You must be at least 18 years old to read it.

"Come with me. I don't want to go by myself."

I groaned. The last thing on Earth I wanted to do was go shopping with Sara. I hated shopping, especially with women. I don't know what part is more infuriating: that shopping as a past-time is boring as hell, or that while I'm bored out of my skull, she's having the time of her life.

"It'll be fun."

I was about to tell her, no way, there's a baseball game on TV or something, when she gave me The Look. She cocked her head slightly to the side and gave me the tiniest hint of a smile, her pretty lips freshly licked, her dark eyes shining.

The Look is not something to be taken lightly. I hesitated.

"Maybe I'll get you a little pres-ent," she said in a suggestive sing-song.

A pres-ent?

Hmm.

The next thing I knew, I was trailing behind her through the aisles of our neighborhood department store. She navigated the route through complicated walkways like a seasoned sailor, and we found ourselves at the boundary between Lingerie and Casual Apparel. On the right, mannequins stood guard wearing pretty dresses; on the left, they towered over us in garish underwear.

Unfortunately, on this day, Sara's preferences put us on the right side of the aisle. She turned away from the bras and panties and flipped through the summer dress racks. She came out with something in a floral print. "What do you think?" she said, hugging the dress up against herself.

What I thought was, I wish I were that dress, and I wish it were me pressed up against her cute little body. And I wondered if I would have much say over what this promised pres-ent of mine would be.

Sara immersed herself again in the search for dresses. My attention wandered, and I looked back around at a particularly shapely mannequin wearing a lacy red garter belt. Across the way, I noticed a striking older woman holding a hangered bra and panty set. She was something else: tall, dark-haired, with deep red lips. She took her underwear seriously, and she studied the ensemble with a steady eye.

"What are you staring at?" Sara whispered in my ear.

I jumped and spun around. I kicked myself for not being more discreet.

Fortunately, Sara was smiling. I exhaled my quietest "whew." "Maybe later we'll spend some time over there?" She placed her index finger in the middle of my chest and drew a line up and down.

My mind zipped back to what my pres-ent might be. And my penis began to stir!

"I thought you might like that!" Sara giggled. She grabbed my hand and pulled. "Come on, tell me how this looks." She led me towards the changing rooms.

There was a small couch near the bank of booths where I waited for Sara to change into her dress. I could see her feet under the bottom of the changing room door. She kicked off her shoes, and then her pants slid off. I could see nothing but skin all the way to mid-shin. And I could imagine how far up that bare skin went! Watching her like that, I developed a new appreciation for shopping!

I witnessed a weird little barefoot dance, and then out came Sara, her new dress hugging her figure, waltzing with a broad smile and a wink. "Zip me," she said presenting her back and holding her blond hair up off her neck. The back of the dress gaped open. I could smell her hair, and I wanted to press my face into it, feel its softness and be surrounded by its sweet scent.

I looked down into the open back of the dress. Sara had not worn a bra! I glanced around. Two saleswomen gabbed together at the checkout register, and the other customer in Lingerie was still absorbed in her search.

Other than that, we were alone.

I put my hands flat on her back and she yelped. "You're hands are cold!" she giggled.

"Warm them up," I said.

"Come on. Zip me. Tell me how it looks."

Once the zipper was secure, I stepped back and she spun around, the dress twirling up around her. She did a little hip-shake, and suddenly she grabbed the hem and lifted it up.

And there was nothing under the dress. Nothing at all, except for Sara!

"What do you think of your pres-ent?" And she turned her back and thrust her butt out, flipping the dress up off her bare bottom.

The quickest glance verified that the saleswomen were still preoccupied, but I didn't dare take time to see if anyone was watching from Lingerie. Sara did not seem at all concerned about potential witnesses. She lifted her dress way up. She was bare from the waist down, and she spun around once, twice, three times. I got one, two, three looks at her shapely bottom, and one, two, three, looks at her delicate blond bush.

Sara let her dress down and stumbled a little. "Oops! I'm a little dizzy!"

I held her and steadied her, and she looked at me and gave me a open smile.

"Do you think anyone saw me?" she whispered.

"I saw you."

She thrust her chin out and licked her lips. "Help me change back into my old clothes."

She closed the changing room door behind us. Inside, we were surrounded by mirrors. I was momentarily distracted by all the reflections - Sara seemed to be everywhere around me.

And then Sara was everywhere around me. Her arms were around my neck, her mouth searching out mine, her thighs and knees bumping against my legs. I put my hands down and they ended up right on top of her breasts. She arched into me, I felt her nipples stiffen through the dress. We kissed, and she used heavy suction, and she pulled my tongue right into her mouth.

"Come on, do it quick," she whispered. She hiked the dress up around her waist. I was sure we'd get caught, but I was desperate enough to drop my pants. My hard cock strained inside my briefs.

"Hurry," she whispered. Sara tried gallantly to keep her dress up while she clawed at the front of my shorts. Being the gentleman that I am, I gave her my assistance. It wasn't pretty - my feet got tangled up in my pants, but I got my shorts down past my knees. My cock strained hugely.

She grabbed my erection with both hands and pulled me towards her. I held her dress up, and Sara squatted lower. Her rosy pussy opened up, framed by blond hair.

"Put it in me," she said in a much too loud voice.

"Shhhhh," I said in her ear, and I nibbled her lobe.

With her back against the wall, I pressed up between her legs. She frantically threw the dress off over her head. She groaned loudly as I sank deeply into her slippery hole. I held one of her legs up, forcing her thighs further apart, and thrust inside her.

"Oh, yes!" Sara spoke.

"You need to be quiet," I warned, but it was a pointless reprimand. I was beyond caring.

"That's it!"

We were surrounded by reflections of us, Sara standing one foot on the bench, my shiny wet cock working its way in and out of her velvet puss. I humped her against the wall. The mirrored walls rattled and thudded. "Faster," Sara panted.

She jumped up at me, both feet came clear off the bench, and I had to grab hold her or she'd crash to the ground. I grabbed her legs, held her up, and pushed her back against the wall. I plunged into her, and she grunted.

"Oh. God. Oh."

I held her up off the ground, jammed up against the wall, and pounded strongly, over and over. The muscles of my arms ached from holding her up. My butt burned with the exertion of thrusting. Sara leaned back, her eyes closed, sweat trickling down her chest.

She pulled herself forward and she clawed with sharp nails at the back of my neck. I don't know where I found the strength, but I held her up and drove even harder between her legs, and I attacked her neck with my mouth. Her body squirmed and squeezed and writhed.

And then Sara began the heavy staccato panting that signaled the imminent onslaught of her orgasm. And just in time! I started climbing as well, the pleasure rising quickly inside me. Sara groaned loudly and clasped herself against me, and I erupted, powerful ecstatic pulses filling her quim.

Sara fell to her knees, panting heavily. My thick, shrinking cock hung in front of her face. I wiped the sweat off my forehead. She pressed her lips against my penis.

She looked up at me, an evil smile touching her face. "Now do you know what your pres-ent is going to be?" And her mouth surrounded my cock. Her warm, wet mouth gobbled and sucked, and I began to re- stiffen.

Her lips shaped in a scarlet "O", she stroked my cock with her mouth, but she soon pulled off. She gave my penis one last kiss. "Let's get out of here," she said.

We hurriedly dressed. I cracked open the door and peeked out. The dark- haired woman from Lingerie was sitting on the couch outside the changing room, staring directly at our stall. She was grinning like a guilty boy who had gotten away with some prank. She fanned her face with a lacy little black thing. Sara blushed and grabbed my hand.

The woman watched us as we hurried past. "I bet it looked good on her," the woman said.

Sara burst into giggles, and we dashed away.