Mystery Lady
I was in a big department store wanting to buy some jeans, and had picked out a couple of pairs. I asked an assistant whether I could try them for size, and was directed to the changing rooms at the rear of the casualwear section.
These were through a curtained entrance to a short corridor which had half a dozen cubicles along its sides, made of flimsy partitions with curtains to close them off. I went to one of the two cubicles at the very far end, but was a bit careless with the curtain and left a gap of about a foot or so wide. Never mind, it was the end cubicle, who was going to look?I downed my strides and tried on the first pair of jeans.
Someone came in and occupied the other end cubicle, directly opposite me. I had my back to it, but glancing in the full length mirror I could see thought the gap in my curtain. I could see that whoever it was had left a similar-sized gap in their curtain.
She shrugged off the jacket and started unzipping her skirt at the back. She slid the skirt down off her bum and let it drop, then bent to pick it up, giving me a good look at the bottom portion of her arse under her shirt tails, and long slender legs. She was wearing black high-cut panties that showed a lot of buttock.
She had almost completely unbuttoned her blouse when suddenly her eyes caught mine in the mirror. Busted! I expected a scream, or a call for security to come and throw me out! Or worse, the cops!
Slowly and deliberately, she undid the remaining buttons, slid her blouse down off her sholders, and hung it on a wallhook. Then she stood with arms at her sides, just allowing me to look at her.
She held out her arms as if to say “Whaddya think?” and I gave her the classic “thumbs-up” gesture in reply.
Next she pulled down one bra strap and freed a breast from its cup. It was a nice rounded shape, with full overhang and nipple pointing slightly upwards. Her aureola was large, but the nipple itself was small and pink. She let me look, and then she pointed down at my crotch.
I pushed my briefs down and let her have a good look at my erect penis, the foreskin pulled back by the tightness and tension from my swollen shaft to expose the cockhead.
She slowly pulled down the other bra strap, until both breasts were exposed to me and the inside-out cups hung down her belly. Again she massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her eyes were fixed upon my cock, which I was slowly stroking to roll my foreskin over the head and back down the shaft again. She was able to see my glans disappear into my grip and reappear on each stroke.
This was truly a vision of beauty. Underwear pulled down far enough to show me things that only her most intimate companion should see. Firm body, very well put together with nice “bits”, on display for me to get my rocks off over. And she encouraging me to look at her nakedness while pulling on my dick.
One hand covered her pussy again and started little up-and-down movements that sent an extended finger sliding down into her crevice and up again. The other hand went up to a nipple and her fingers began tugging on it. I was feeling quite good downstairs in the manhood department as my ministrations began to take effect. My pace was starting to quicken. She could see that it was, too, and it seemed to make her more excited.
She stood with her legs wider apart, and leaned forward so that her arse was sticking out toward me. I could see between her legs, where pink folds had been hidden but were now open to my sight. Her free hand came down around her buttocks and a finger probed at her brown puckered anus, meanwhile the hand in front was becoming a blur. My own pace was also getting frenetic. Her gaze had never left my crotch this whole time, as I stood there and pulled myself in her honour.
To give her something extra to look at, I released my cock and raised my knuckles to my lips, licking and sucking them clean of jism, taking the thick, snotty fluid into my mouth and swallowing it for her. She could see that a stream of semen still trailed from my pisshole and ran down my cockhead. She stood gazing at me for over half a minute more, stroking her fanny while trembling and shuddering. I just looked back at her, as globs of silvery-white semen trickled slowly down the glass in front of me.
So I just left it, put on my shoes again, then stood up to vacate the cubicle. I did so just in time to see her, fully dressed again, making haste toward the exit.
Nice seeing you, Mystery Lady. Did it thrill you to know you could make me cum, just from the very sight of you?
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