Fitting room
The dress was, of course, amazing and very expensive, but buying it without trying it on was out of the question. So, I went to a free fitting room at the far end, tightly drawing the curtain behind me. I placed my purse on the stool, took off my sundress, and while wiping myself down with wet wipes, I suddenly pricked up my ears. Something interesting was happening in the neighboring fitting room.
"I want you to buy me this dress," a capricious female voice rang out.
"And I want a blowjob... right now."
"Are you crazy? Someone could catch us here."
"So, you don't want the dress," replied a playful male voice.
A rustling sound and suppressed moans followed.
/>I was afraid to move so as not to draw attention to myself, especially since only a piece of fabric separated me from the neighbors... I reached for my sundress, and just then, the man accidentally bumped the partition fabric with his shoulder and shifted it. The woman was on her knees, diligently earning the dress. Reaching out and grabbing my clothes now seemed impossible. Their passion aroused me, and I was already curious about how it would all end.
"Lie down," the man ordered, and the woman obediently lowered herself onto a low, long stool, half of which was in my fitting room—the very stool where my purse sat and my sundress lay. Then the man noticed me, half-naked, and winked. He then knelt down and inserted his huge, erect member into the lady's moist opening.
"I want you to caress her there," he suddenly ordered and beckoned me. As if spellbound, I approached and stood over the lady, and she, moving aside the strip of my bikini, ran her tongue over my smooth labia and, holding my hips, buried herself in my clitoris. I moaned with pleasure and once again mentally praised myself for using wet wipes. The lady's mouth was doing such things to my pussy that I bit my lips almost until they bled. She licked, teased, sucked my clitoral pearl like a little phallus, took it into her mouth, and pleasured it with her tongue. Her fingers penetrated my vagina and teased me so much that they brought me to a squirt... The stream soaked the lady's chest and face. And I saw a spasm twist her face. She, too, along with her partner, reached the finish line. Catching my breath a little, I started getting dressed, completely forgetting about the dress, and dashed out of the fitting room.
Near the store entrance, a salesperson stopped me and handed me a bag with the dress, a gift from that couple.