Fitting Room Freebie - Glad I could help (MF, oral)

I had three different brands of jeans, all labeled the same size,
30L 32W, that I was trying on.  The first and third were too
tight, but the second wasn't too bad.  As I was putting the
second pair on again, I happened to glance down through the
slats of the fitting room door to see a skinny pair of legs walk
by and enter the booth next to me.  That guy needs a serious leg
workout, I thought to myself with a chuckle.  Leaving my shoes in
the booth, I went back out to the showroom floor and retrieved a
couple more pairs of 30L 32W jeans to try on.  There was some
serious muttering and gentle cursing coming from the second booth
as I returned to mine and removed my old jeans to try on the
other new ones.

"Can you help me?" I high pitched voice asked.  I peeked out my
door as a long, blond haired female peeked out the adjacent on. 
She was as surprised to see a male face as I was to see a female
one.

"Isn't this the women's fitting room?" she asked, her face
turning red with embarrassment.

"No, it's the men's," I replied, only leaning part way out my
door.

"Oh shit," she whispered, her face getting redder and more
flustered by the moment.  She composed herself slightly and in a
pleading whisper asked again "Can you help me?  I'm stuck."  I
grabbed my jeans and shoes, looked up and down the hallway of the
fitting rooms and quickly entered her booth.

She was wearing only a pair of baggy white panties and a tube top
with a zipper in the back.  Some of her hair was caught in the
zipper.

"I'm stuck," she whispered again.  "Can you help me?" she
repeated as she turned her back toward me, her face and neck
still red with embarrassment.

"Yeah, some of your hair is caught in the zipper," I whispered,
stating the obvious.  "Lean forward so I can get a better look in
the light."

She leaned against the small shelf in the fitting room, pressing
her ass against the front of my underwear.  We both looked to our
left into the mirror and both giggled simultaneously at the
obvious compromising position she was in.  Returning my gaze to
the tube top, I started to pull the individual strands of hair
out from the zipper, one by one.  My cock was starting to
stiffen, which didn't go unnoticed.  Her hips were starting to
wiggle back and forth against my stiffening member while I, as
nonchalantly as possible, continued to pull her hairs from the
zipper.  She smiled when we both looked into the mirror again. 
Now it was my turn to turn red.  My fully erect cock was poking
out the top of my briefs and pressing against her ass crack, her
hips now sliding up and down against my crotch.

I managed to get most of the hairs out of the zipper and finally
gave it a sharp tug.  Too sharp, actually.  The zipper bottomed
out and the tube top fell away to the floor.  I was about to
apologize, but as she made no effort to cover up, I paused for a
moment then reached up and started to massage her nipples.  Moans
and giggles followed, at least until we heard someone else enter
another booth near us.  She clamped her hands over her mouth,
trying to suppress the laughter that would otherwise betray us.

Turning to face me, she whispered into my ear "Sit down."  Before
I could sit on the bench and lean back against the wall, she
dropped to her knees, pulled my briefs down and wrapped her lips
around my swollen cock head.  Now it was my turn to clamp my
hands over my mouth in order to suppress the moans that would
betray us.  Fortunately, the guy in the other booth left, and
just in time, too.  I jerked and let out a sharp gasp as my balls
let loose into her mouth.  Rather than swallow it, she spit the
cum back out onto my cock, massaged the mess onto my shaft and
balls, then swiped her fingers across my lips.

"Thank you," she whispered, as she quickly dressed.

"Glad I could help," I whispered in reply as she made a quick
dash out the door and back to the showroom.

I sat there, staring at my cum covered cock and balls, debating
if I should just leave, smelling like cum as I walked to the
front entrance, make my way to the restroom to clean up, smelling
like cum as I walked to the back of the store, or wipe the cum
off and lick my fingers clean and still smell as well as taste
like cum.  "Decisions, decisions," I whispered with a smile, a
big smile, on my face.


  
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