A Stranger Gave Me a Hand

I was dared to pick a stranger at the mall to help me try on a new lingerie looks.

I told my husband I was going to be late again after work and ran over to the mall. I sat in the food court and tried to decide how to pick a guy to do this dare with. I had already decided that I would be taking them back to JC Penny where the unmonitored changing area was.

At this hour of the day very few people would be around too.

My heart was already pounding in my chest as I looked at the various men walking by. My flight or fight senses were on high alert. Finally my eyes focused on a man sitting directly across from me. He had a table covered in food and he was looking right at me. Directly.

He averted his eyes the second we connected. I took stock of him. He looked short, was overweight and already had balding spots around his hairline. In short, he came across as harmless. I took a deep breath. Last chance to back out.

But I was already up and walking towards him. He looked at me with panic as I walked up.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but could I ask you a question?" I asked.

He nodded quickly.

"Are you single by chance?"

He nodded again. Perfect.

"Can I sit?" I asked.

"Of course." He said, finally finding his voice.

I sat down.

"What's your name?" I asked, now nervous myself.

"Aaron" he answered.

"Full disclosure." I started. "I have a husband, but I want to surprise him with something fun. I just need another man's opinion. Would you be interested in helping me with that real quick? I'd need you for like twenty minutes."

He looked at my wedding ring, then back at my face.

"What kind of surprise?" He asked suspiciously.

I looked around and leaned forward. "New lingerie." I whispered.

"Is this like a punked thing or something?" He looked around for cameras that weren't there.

I was losing him.

"No, this is very much real. I picked you because I saw you looking at me." He turned bright red. "It's okay, that's why I thought you might be interested. I mean, if you are still."

He thought for a long moment.

"Okay fuck it. I'll just leave if it gets weird."

We stood up.

"Lead the way." He said, "Where we going, like Victoria Secret?"

"Too busy there." I answered. "There's a good spot in JC Penny."

We walked over there almost in complete silence. I think he fully expected the cops to jump out at some point and arrest him.

We went up to the Women's floor and it was almost dead. Walking up the stairs I could feel his eyes glued to my ass.

I walked into the lingerie section and turned back to him. He was sweating already from the walk over.

"Pick your favorite outfit and I'll try it on. One that you think my husband would love."

He grinned like a kid who won the best toy and quickly started shopping.

It took about five minutes before he handed me the options. We walked over to the changing room and he sat on the bench across from my stall. A quick glance proved we were the only two people in the area.

"How's this work?" He asked.

"I'll try them on and then open the door for you to see. You tell me your favorite."

"I don't think I feel comfortable with you standing in the open door so undressed." He responded.

I thought for a long moment.

"Fine. You can come in and see."

He nodded.

I closed the door and looked at what he grabbed. It was a one piece floral lace bodysuit like I had tried on the other day...however this one was crotchless. Completely.

Was I really going to do this? I could probably keep my thong on...

No. I had to do this right.

I peeled off my shirt and pulled my pants down. I looked in the mirror again before dropping my thong.

I still hadn't shaved. I looked at my bush for a moment a little embarrassed. Then I pulled the body suit on. It fit a little tight, but otherwise worked. My bush was prominently sticking out of the slit.

I resolved to shave that night.

I pulled on the slit to adjust it, my finger coming away wet. I was turned on. A lot.

"You ready?" Aaron asked from outside the room.

I realized he could see my feet and knew I had it on. I looked at myself one last time.

Here goes nothing.

I opened the door a crack.

"Okay, come on in."

He opened the door wide a moment later, filling the entrance, before pushing inside with me and closing the door behind him. He was right on top of me. His smell was suffocating. I was even more turned on.

I became very aware of what I was wearing as he looked me up and down.

"Stand up on the bench." He ordered.

I quickly got up on the bench, his head now at my stomach's height. His eyes locked onto my pussy.

"Turn around." I did. "Yes, I think your husband will like this. Spread your legs."

I quickly spread them.

"Oh my..." he said.

I looked down. My thighs glistened with wetness.

"Put your hands on the wall." He ordered. I did it. I could almost feel his breath on my ass.

"Are you sure this is for your husband?" He asked.

I jumped as his hand touched my ankle. I didn't say a word.

His hand slowly caressed up and down my calf. Then went up to the back of my thigh. I shivered.

Then his finger gently touched my pussy and a sound escaped my mouth I didn't know I could make. He took that as an invite and the next thing I knew he was fondling my ass.

"Wait..." I tried to say. I don't think the word got out.

He grabbed with more pressure. I gasped. Both hands grabbed my ass, spreading me wide open for him.

"Ok, wait. Too much." I finally got out. He stopped.

"Turn around." He said with a smile. "Show me your tits."

I complied without thinking. I peeled it off my shoulders, showing him my chest.

"Yes, I think your husband will love it."

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Have a great day miss." And with that he gave me one more look before turning and leaving me standing there, the feeling of his hand on my ass fresh.

I climbed down and finished myself off right there in the dressing room. That was a lot to process.