I know that as a bloke, I'm not supposed to like going round the shops with my other half but to be honest, how else is she going to know what I like her to wear? Admittedly, there does come a point after you've looked at the same outfit for the eleventh time and confirmed that "Yes, you look great in it and so much better than in the other fifteen you've tried on today," that it can lose some of its novelty value so this story is about how to keep the interest levels going
You've just picked up a handful of clothes and you're heading for the changing room. You call over your shoulder for me to follow you and as I know what's good for me, I do. The assistant has the required bored expression and pushes the curtain back on a small cubicle for you to step inside.
There's a battered armchair near the entrance to the changing rooms and no-one else is using it, so I slump into it to wait for the next catwalk show.
My eyes roam around the store and I make a note of a couple of tops that I think would suit you and tell myself to mention them to you when you come out. As I turn my attention back to the changing room entrance, I catch sight of you through the gap in the curtain.
You have your back to me and your top is off. And so is your bra! I don't remember that from earlier and continue to look at you without trying to stare. You pull a top over your head and straighten it around your hips. You look at yourself in the mirror facing you and as you turn I can see your reflection also.
Not wearing a bra for that top was definitely a good idea as it clings to like a second skin without creasing and bunching up. You're obviously pleased with it as well as you keep smoothing the material over your chest and stomach.
You're apparently VERY pleased, or else getting changed has left you a little chilly as your nipples have stiffened and become very obvious. I realise that my pleasure may becoming obvious also and so adjust my position to conceal the stiffness in my trousers.
You unfasten your trousers and bend to push them to the floor and I marvel at your fantastic backside within a brief pair of panties that expose plenty of bum cheeks without being a thong. It's just as well I had the rearrange as the sight of those cheeks parting as you bend and reveal your silk clad sweet spot, has me tenting like Billy Smarts Big Top!!
Stepping out of your trousers you pick the skirt you have selected and hold it against you and look in the mirror, allowing me more time to gaze at our semi-naked rear. Satisfied that it matches the top, you step into it and fasten the zip. Again, smoothing the material over your thighs and bum. You twist from side to side to get a good look at yourself. Then pull the curtain to one side,
"What do you think? Do these go together?" And you step towards me.
I become a little flushed, feeling I have been caught doing something I shouldn't and try to ensure that you can't see the discomfort in my trousers.
"Yeah." I stammer, "you looked fantastic. Really great." I remain seated and hope you don't ask me to stand.
"What do you mean LOOKED fantastic? Don't you like these on me? Did you prefer one the other outfits?" But then you look along my line of vision into the changing area and stop the interrogation as you consider what I may have seen. "You liked, I mean like what you see then? Let me try on a couple more, then you can tell me what you liked best." And with that, you turn and go back into the cubicle. You catch a sly look in my direction as you pull the curtain across.
I congratulate myself on my narrow escape and settle back in the chair, hoping that you've not done a very good job of closing the curtain. I needn't have worried. Unknown to me, you realised the view that I had and have decided to have a bit of fun. You have made sure that there is a gap in the curtain and that you stand where I can see you and the mirror.
You pull the top off and hang it again. Then you stand at a slight diagonal so that I can see your right breast and your reflection. You put your hand to your face, as if you were trying to decide which top to try next and your hand on your hip. You pick up a variety of tops to hold against your naked torso and rub your breasts and stomach as though you were trying to see the shape they would form on you. But you seem to be more concerned with getting the shape right around your breast and nipple as you continue to smooth and rub yourself through a variety of fabrics.
Eventually, you appear to settle on a short spaghetti strapped top, which stops just short of the trousers you're wearing to expose a tantalising strip of flesh below your belly button. As you struggle into it, you give the impression of not being able to get it over your shoulders but in truth you are trying to linger with your arms raised, shaking your breasts in the mirror as you glance in it to see if you have my attention.
Once the top is in place, you look at yourself and rub your palms over your body, as if straightening the outfit but you seem to be lingering longer than necessary over your breasts and thighs. I don't realise this is deliberate and just enjoy the show. As there is no one around, I reach under my shirt to loosen my belt. Then under cover of one of our shopping bags, push my hand under the waistband of my trousers to rearrange things properly. Enjoying the touch of my hand against my stiffening shaft.
You go back to giving your breast some attention and I watch your reflection as your nipples harden and press against the flimsy fabric. You pretend to look around and then run your right hand across the strip of exposed flesh around your midriff and under the top. Again, I can see in the reflection that now you're tugging at your nipples with your fingers. Your left hand skims the same flesh but heads south and under the skirt's waistband.
I sit up and try not to stare but it's not easy. I can see the outline of your hand as it presses between your thighs and the look on your face. Your eyes appear closed but you're squinting into the mirror, which unbeknownst to me means that you can see what I'm doing in the mirror.
You smile to yourself as you see the shape of my hand under my trousers. Then a really wicked thought lands and your right hand slides down your body and under the skirt, hooking your thumb in the waistband on the way as your left hand does the same. You push the skirt to the floor and step out of it. With your legs parted, you run your hands up the inside of your thighs and over your panties, pressing slightly against your mound. I try not to gasp out loud as I watch. My hand is still inside my boxers and I wrap it round my penis. I'm not sure what I can do in the middle of a shop but it feels good, so what the hell.
Your palms run back and forth along your upper thighs as your thumbs press along your swelling lips. I can see them as they puff up and mould against your ever-dampening panties. You press your thumbs together, pushing your lips against your clitoris and stifle a moan. You quickly pull the top off and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing yourself and watching yours and my reflection.
I watch your gorgeous bum as it wriggles against your hand and see your reflected ecstasy as you bring yourself closer to climax. You drive a finger deep against the sopping wet crotch of your panties and grip your breast roughly with your left hand and pull on the nipple. You bite your lip and close your eyes tight now. You know I'm watching but you're so carried away that you don't care who else is. As your knees start to buckle under the weight of your onslaught against your sex, your thumb presses against your clit and your eyes pop out of your head and you groan as quietly as you can.
I still can't believe what happened next. Your eyes opened and you turned to face me. For the first time I realise that you knew I was watching. Then you slide two fingers inside your panties and into your dripping pussy. Next you take them out and put them in your mouth!! You look directly at me at suck your juices off of your fingers. Pretending each finger is a little cock, you lick and suck your cum off.
Well, I nearly shot my load there and then. When you had finished sucking them, you pointed at me and beckoned me to join you. Without looking around, I stood straight up and walked in, pulling the curtain tightly shut behind me.
My jacket and shirt are quickly heaped on the floor and you undo my belt and push my trousers down as you get on your knees in front of me. You pull my throbbing manhood from my boxers and repeat the same licking and sucking motion you performed on your fingers. I run my hands through your hair and wrap my fingers within it as I hold your head and pump gently back and forth into your mouth.
I have been so excited by watching you and your mouth works so hard on me that in no time at all I can feel my own climax build. My legs feel weak and I lose focus on my surroundings. All I know is this wonderful woman who has just brought herself to orgasm and made sure I watched before sucking my cock like there's no tomorrow.
