Harold walked into the department store shortly after it opened. He immediately wandered over by the women's shoe department, browsing at several pairs of shoes before selecting a black, medium heeled pair. Rather than head immediately to the checkout counter, he meandered into women's clothing, following a circuitous route through lingerie on his way to the women's dressing room.
While in lingerie, he picked up a satin feeling pair of panties, slipped them in his coat pocket and then continued walking to the dressing room. While his browsing seemed random, it was a route he had taken many times before, a carefully planned path that avoided the security camera globes that dotted the ceilings throughout the store.
With the panties hidden in his coat pocket, he carried the shoes in plain view, acting as if he was waiting to give them to his wife, who was trying on clothes in the dressing room. Glancing at his watch to feign impatience, he glanced around, making sure the salesperson was busy with a customer. Once he was sure no one was watching him, he slipped into the dressing room, opening the door to one of the booths and sat down on a bench, closing the door behind him.
He carefully placed the shoes he had carried to look as if they were hurriedly removed by a woman trying on clothes. Once they were arranged, he removed the panties from his jacket and waited for someone to come in to try on clothes. From the bench, he could reach the door to his booth, so he opened it slightly to watch who came in.
After a short wait he noticed an attractive woman, perhaps in her mid forties heading to the dressing room with a blouse in her hand. Focusing on her, he noticed how her dark black hair flopped loosely down on her shoulders. Her blouse was buttoned well up her neckline, with only the top button left open.
He did enjoy the way her small breasts poked through her blouse like two tiny, but colorful peaks. Letting his eyes wander downward, he imagined running his hand down her side and onto her hips.
Quickly pulling his door shut before she spotted him, he listened as she entered a booth several doors down from his. Disappointed she didn't slip into the booth next to him, he quietly picked up the shoes and slipped out of his booth. Listening to the slight rustle coming from inside the occupied booth, he opened a door next to the changing woman.
The woman had stopped changing, apparently a bit nervous about who might be in the booth next to her. Harold took the shoes and gently tossed them, one by one onto the floor near the dividing partition between him and the woman. He took off his jacket and unzipped his pants, letting the woman hear the sounds of, presumably, another woman trying on clothes.