Fitting Room 5

Don had two shirts and sweaters and a pair of khaki pants over his arm he wanted to try on as he headed to the fitting room. With fall just around the corner he knew he needed some new cool weather clothes and figured a trip to the mall was in order. He carried his pics into the small block of fitting rooms and set them on the bench.

He pulled his shirt off and looked for a hook or something to hang it on. With no options he tossed his shirt over the top of the wall at the back of the cubicle. As he looked back down, he noticed a bright pink patch of lace sitting on the bench nearly covered by his selections. He reached down and grabbed it and pulled out a hanger holding a bright pink lace bra and panty set. He wondered for a second what it was doing there and how he missed it but them remembered that the fitting rooms were centrally located and thus could be used by men or women. He examined the lingerie for a second before tossing it back on the bench. He was about to pull on one of the sweaters he wanted to try on when his curiosity got the better of him.

He picked up the hanger again and examined the lacy lingerie. Don ran his fingers over the lacy cups of the bra and couldn't help but admire how soft it was. A couple of tugs on it showed it was quite stretchy too. An examination of the panties showed they were equally soft and stretchy and although weren't thong cut; they didn't have a full seat either but rather had a wedge cut design with two lacy panels forming a wedge with a seam in the middle clearly made to show off the wearer's backside. He was about to set the lingerie down again when his curiosity and (probably more so) hormones took over.

The lace felt so good under his fingers, so soft and delicate. He rubbed it on his bare face and then lifted his undershirt and rubbed it on his bare skin. Then his kinky desires flared up. What would these feel like to wear he wondered. Again, he was about to toss the lacy underwear down and get back to trying on his shirts and sweaters, but the idea wouldn't let go of him. Who would know after all? He was in a private fitting room at the mall. It would be just a quick indulgence of a desire that nobody would know about.

As he thought about his idea Don felt his cock rising in his undies and his mind was made up. He pulled off his undershirt and after that his pants and underwear tossing them all over the back partition with his shirt. It took a little work, but he got the bra on, but he had to put it on backwards and then turn it around and then slip the shoulder straps over his arms. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but notice how comfortable the bra was on him. He gave his "breasts" a couple of squeezes before picking up the panties.

He slowly stepped into the panties and pulled them up to his waist. He noticed two things as he got the panties up around his waist. One, his cock grew to full staff as it was rubbed by the soft lace and barely fit inside the waistband. And two he felt the lacy seam pull between his cheeks. He didn't find it uncomfortable, but definitely knew it was there.

Don again looked in the mirror and admired himself wearing nothing but the bra and panties. Again, he squeezed his "breasts" teasing himself before turning to look at his backside. He was surprised to see that the wedge cut back actually fit him rather well considering. The bottoms of his cheeks stuck out in a way that made his rear end look pretty good he thought. He turned back to face the mirror and eyed his erection straining against the lacy material. He was tempted to give himself a few rubs through it, but didn't want to risk leaving any evidence that he'd been wearing them, so he didn't.

He was about to start taking the frilly lingerie off and get back to what he was doing when a loud alarm started blaring. Don felt a twinge of panic shoot through him, and he immediately reached around him to try to get the bra loose. He had clearly forgotten he had put it on backwards before spinning it around. After struggling with the clasp for a few seconds in futility he reached out to grab his clothes from the top of the partition.

What he didn't know, but soon found out was that his clothes were precariously balanced on the thin partition. In his haste to grab his clothes he leaned and subsequently stumbled so instead of being able to grab his clothes his hand pushed them. That push sent them over the partition leaving Ron in nothing but his bra and panties. As real panic set in leaving Don to wonder what he could do an overhead sprinkler cut on and Don soon found himself getting wet.

With little choice Don opened the door of the fitting room and saw people heading for the exit like rats fleeing a sinking ship. He tried to blend into them and hoped that in the chaos that none of them noticed his state of dress. Luckily, he was on the first floor and in one of the outer stores, so it didn't take long for them to reach the outside.

Once outside and seemingly free on fire danger Don again remembered his state of dress or in his case lack thereof. He heard people giggling and knew they had to be laughing at him. He couldn't really blame them, if he saw a man wearing a lacy pink bra and panties he'd laugh too. He ran for a set of bushes hoping they would conceal him until he could find a way out of the mess he'd gotten himself into. He rounded the corner of the building and was running to the bushes when a form appeared in front of him.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he heard a female voice say. Don looked up and saw none other than his ex-girlfriend, Sarah, watching him with a bemused look on her face and her phone in her hand.