First let me say, I recognize that dressing room stories are a regular and maybe a little shop-worn topic in soft-core erotic writing, but it's for a very good reason. Changing clothes with an accidental curtain gap is often the first, or among the first times most women are exposed to strangers, including men while undressing. The inadvertent nature of this allows us to initially be unaware of the gap; then if discovered, maybe just ignore it; and finally, if we discover we have a willing, if not enthusiastic audience, we may come to savor the situation. Of course, some, many, or even most women, once seeing the curtain gap will close it immediately. I would have been in the "most" group until recently.
Over the years, my husband, Dave, and I shopped frequently at an outlet mall that was on our way to visit friends out of town. They had a "Jones New York" store that had clothing I really liked and usually at a great price. On one particular trip, I was looking for some summer dresses, and especially a fun sundress for our upcoming vacation to St. Martin. Dave was encouraging me to choose something a little sexier or more revealing for this trip given the nature of the Caribbean Island.
After looking for a while, and thinking of our trip, I found three or four items I wanted to try on, and the clerk led me to one of the dressing rooms at the back of the store. Dave found a chair to wait for me between to two other men, obviously waiting while their wives or girlfriends tried on prospective purchases too. The clerk and I fumbled with hanging up the dresses, as she pulled the curtain closed and left me to try them on.
I shed my shoes, shorts and tee-shirt before putting on the first dress. When seeing at myself in the mirror I frowned at my plain, day-to-day bra and panties that Dave often refers to as my "orthopedic underwear." I also saw a middle-aged regular woman with a modest figure and thought, "Look what I picked out?"
These dresses were meant for someone who looks a lot different from me. I know I've suffered from a less than gratifying body image all my life, and none of these dresses were really "me." While the feminist in me knows I don't need to pass Hugh Hefner's "Playboy" test for attractiveness, I can see myself in this mirror quite well. I was tempted to get dressed and go back out and find a couple items that were more appropriate for me. But I wanted to be a good sport for Dave too.
I put on the first dress, the most conservative one, and of course it was a little shorter and with a neckline cut lower than I usually felt comfortable wearing. But the price tag appealed to me, and the more I looked at myself, the more I thought, "I don't look too bad in this." As I took the dress off, I again looked in the mirror, and I saw a 4--5-inch gap in the curtain where the clerk hadn't gotten it fully closed.
Through that gap I could see Dave sitting between these two other guys. Since I could see them, I had to assume they probably could see me, or at least parts of me as I moved around in the dressing room. And with the mirror being on the back wall they probably got a full-length view of me as I looked at myself in my not overly-flattering bra and panties. My immediate impulse was to pull the curtain shut, feeling embarrassed to be seen in my underwear by at least two men beside my husband. But some unexpected feelings of affirmation intervened and were gratifying enough to make me stop.
As I watched all three of them, it was clear they were trying to act nonchalant as they stole a peek of me changing clothes. I was more than a little surprised that Dave, seeing the situation didn't come over and pull the curtain closed or warn me to do so. But he's never been the overly possessive or jealous type, so maybe he didn't want to make a scene by being overly protective of my privacy. Or maybe he really didn't notice the gap that exposed me to the voyeuristic tendencies of these other men. But that seemed quite unlikely.
After taking off the first dress, I again stood there in my bra and panties, feeling three sets of eyes focusing on me. I'm sure my bra and panties didn't show any more of me than my two-piece swimsuit would at the beach, but the context was certainly different, for me and them. While this initially made me feel exposed and vulnerable, I also found myself coming to embrace the risqué image I now offered willingly by not pulling the curtain closed.
When I tried on the second dress, amazingly I liked it much more than the first one, even though the spaghetti straps made it more revealing. As I modeled it for myself, I suddenly found myself "performing" maybe just a bit for my newfound spectators.
As I looked in the mirror again, I swear I saw Dave smile and make the briefest eye-contact with me. He had to know that I now was well-aware of the gap in the curtain. The other guys appeared to be looking at the floor or the ceiling, yet I knew they were catching glimpses of me as often as they could without my acknowledging them. It seemed they were trying mightily to get even a fleeting peek of a woman other than their wives, even if adorned in "orthopedic" underwear.
I slowly and enticingly took off the second dress and found myself torn between asking why my husband seems to enjoy these guys seeing me in my bra and panties, and more unexpectedly why am I starting to enjoy it too? I tried on the third one, this time selfishly taking my time changing this time. This one was a bit scanty, and the material was sheer enough reveal a lot of what was underneath without a camisole or slip. While it definitely was not me, it provided good theater for my audience.
My uninvited patrons were still with me. Now I only had the halter-top sundress left. Clearly it was meant to be worn braless or at least with a strapless bra. Normally I would have just tried it on over my bra, but I knew my admirers would definitely be turned-off by that frumpy image. I was forced to grudgingly admit that I was truly enjoying myself and eagerly responding to the men's attention. So, I decided to tease them a little by turning my bra into a makeshift strapless version.
As they surreptitiously watched, I slowly pulled my bra straps off my shoulders and pulled my arms out. This no doubt gave them each a sneak preview of each of my now very excited nipples in the process. I stepped into the dress and pulled it up tying the straps around my neck. It clearly needed a skimpier strapless bra or preferably none at all. I had to peel the cups down to the very tops of my nipples to hide the bra under the dress. I found that to be very sensual to me and no doubt very taunting to the men.
Dave's excitement over two guys seeing me in my underwear was incredibly flattering and arousing and made me want to show them more of me. "I need to do this," I thought, as I untied the top and let it fall to my waist. I unhooked my bra facing the mirror and slowly let it drop into my hands.
With my dissolving inhibitions, and increasing exhibitions, I had surely exceeded all of their expectations, and no doubt whetted at least two of their appetites for more. While I wasn't exactly sure how much farther Dave would want me to go, I was now writing my own script.
I deliberately hung the bra on one of the hooks and stood for a few seconds using the mirror to admire my own breasts and assure I still had my onlookers. I pulled my shoulders back and my pushed my chest forward to maximize my assets. When I next moved my hands to "fluff the pillows" they gave up any pretense of not watching me as they certainly didn't want to miss any part of this serendipitous show.
I was sure they were getting an unobstructed view of my entire bare breasts in the mirror now, and my nipples responded to my growing stimulation. I had no doubt these two guys were stunningly captivated with what I had hidden in this modest 36A plain white wrapper. Dave always tells me my breasts would get an A+ from any man doing my report card, and these guys' reactions made me think I was now definitely on the honor roll. I savored the time pulling the dress up and tying the halter around my neck.
