I was shopping at the mall, in my favourite department store, trying on some new skirt-and-blouse outfit combos for work. I tried on mostly classy stuff, but also a couple shorter skirts for wearing on a night out dancing. I collected 6 different outfits and went to the register to ask for use of the change room. I took notice of the handsome guy behind the counter, very chicly dressed as the guys at swanky stores always are, looking his best.
I ask for use of the room and he smiles warmly at me, making no attempt to hide his graze as it drifted down my shapely body. After only a slight pause he told me "absolutely" and led the way to the door, glancing back over his shoulder to smile at me. He unlocked it and stood aside to let me in, and as I passed him, I wondered if his approval of my body was showing in the lump that brushed my thigh as I squeezed by.
I thank him and smile as I close the door behind me. I start to try on the clothes and am surprised when I discover my panties are already damp from the short contact with what I could only assume was his penis. It had been so long since I had a nice hard cock to play with, and I was obviously very horny. I paused my trying on the outfits and sat in the chair, placing my legs up against the opposite wall and sliding my panties to one side. Nothing wrong with a quickie, I told myself.
As I stroked my pulsing wet clit, I started to moan slightly and close my eyes with delight. In doing so I didn't notice that the door became unlatched and opened a crack while I pleasured myself. As I threw my head back, bit my lip, and stifled the screams inside me as my hips rocked in the ecstasy of my orgasm, I became suddenly aware of a presence near me.