fitting room (f)“I was out shopping today and went to try on a...

fitting room (f)

“I was out shopping today and went to try on a handful of garments. None of them really fit like I wanted… until the last one. It was a black skirt, fairly simple, with a line of buttons down the front — as in, the entire thing could unsnap. I undid a couple buttons to slide it on. Suddenly, though I’d just found it cute on the rack, I was super turned on by the way it looked on me. Not just that it fit really well, but the slight imperfection of those top buttons still being undone.

I’ve always had a bit of a fantasy of being fucked with my clothes still half on, hard and fast, having to keep quiet even if the pleasure felt like too much. (Delicious, right?) And looking at the way the skirt hung on my hips in the mirror, the inviting gap at the top, all I could think about was a few fingers slipping down my stomach under the fabric and the buttons…

Before I knew it, my own hand had crept down, and I started rubbing myself gently over my panties. The sight of my hand working under the skirt turned me on more, but not as much as I wanted, so I slipped my other hand under my bra. Gently, slowly, I pinched and rolled my nipple as my other hand slipped under my panties and I started to rub my clit. I started to get really worked up, imagining I was fooling around with someone in the dressing room, and that we could be walked in on any moment.

In a little turned-on burst of inspiration, I spread my legs a little, and hiked up the skirt in the back a little. Closing my eyes, I reached behind me and pulled the fabric of my panties to the side, imagining my pretend partner was doing it instead of me. Then I started to finger myself — slowly at first, my “partner” breathing “Shhh, you have to stay quiet,” in my ear, and then faster and faster. My knees began to buckle a little. I imagined growls of “Mmm, that feel good?” and “Come on, baby, come,” as my other hand squeezed my breast hard and my pleasure mounted.

When I felt close to coming, I looked at myself full on in the mirror — something I’ve never really felt comfortable with before — and watched my lips part and almost turn up in a smile as my orgasm shook down my legs. It was hard and delicious and honestly one of the best orgasms I’ve had.

Needless to say, I bought the skirt. I’m just hoping I can find someone else to undo it next…”