The group of us must have spent a few hours hanging out in the mall by now, and finally I come up with an excuse for us to sneak off on our own for a few minutes. I drag you into one of Nordstrom’s women’s departments, take a good look around and dash into the dressing rooms with you in tow. The room is a good 5’ by 6’ with a cushioned bench on one wall and a full length mirror down the opposite wall. Luckily it’s got a lock and a full length door so nobody can see the extra pair of feet, but it doesn’t feel that private, and I can hear the women several doors down arguing about whether or not the blouse that one of them is trying on is the right shade for her.
I grin mischievously at you and tell you you’d better grab your chance if you want it. Laughing, you turn me to face the mirror and pull me back against you. Your hands reach around me and quickly start unbuttoning my shirt. My cheeks flush as you start exposing my skin to your eyes.
Peeling the shirt back from my breasts, you take a minute to cup them in your hands before pulling the lacy material down, exposing my nipples before tucking it under my breasts, leaving them swaying above the underwire of my bra and making me feel exposed and shy. You seem to appreciate the view though, so I decide to just take as much enjoyment from this as I can.
You reach for the hem of my skirt and start inching it up my legs, and I can feel your hands shaking with excitement. You are watching me, waiting to see if I’ll stop you. I just stay silent and pliant in your hands, trying to keep my breath slow and steady to keep from betraying how turned on I am. When you’re sure I don’t plan to offer resistance, you just grab the material of my skirt in one fist and pull it up, gathering it up over one of my hips.
Your body is still pressed close behind me and I can feel your hard cock against me. It takes all my control to not to move against you, not to let my body sway back and rub my body to yours just a teeny bit as you teasingly shove it into my flesh to see my reaction.