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Changing Rooms
By Poison Ivan



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.




              

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