Memories of an affair in a clothing store years ago

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My name is Xiaojuan, I'm 35 years old, and many years ago I worked in general affairs at a metal surface treatment company in Kaohsiung. Today, when I was leaving work, a former male colleague called to invite me to go shopping at a clothing store in Gangshan. It had been a long time since I went out with him, and I felt a strange excitement, and I also wanted to buy some new clothes.
We went to the Yikeduo store... There weren't many people in the store, so I browsed around with him. I saw a slightly sheer yellow dress, so I went into the fitting room, took off my uniform, and prepared to change into it. To provide customers with an ideal fitting space, the store's fitting room was designed to be particularly spacious, almost like a private room, with soft music playing, making it very comfortable.
After taking off my uniform, I saw myself in the mirror wearing a black thong, looking sexy and alluring. I'm not very tall, about 156 cm, with a shapely figure, firm breasts, and a youthful glow... Just as I was admiring my figure, the doorbell rang, and someone tried to push the door open. I quickly put on my skirt and vest, then peeked out barefoot.
Zhizhong stood outside the door, looking strangely hungry, like he'd just finished watching porn. "Zhizhong, I'm sorry, please wait a moment," I said. He patiently waited outside.
"Xiaojuan, there's not much people outside. Let me see if it's suitable for you." I wondered to myself, is this a good idea? He suddenly pushed the door open and barged in.
"This... isn't this inappropriate..." I hesitated, feeling uneasy. This was the shop's changing room, and I wondered what the staff outside would think if they saw us alone together. But looking at his pitiful, hungry expression, and his rather handsome appearance—a tall, masculine young professional in a shirt, trousers, and briefcase—I felt a strange surge of excitement.
He asked considerately, "Xiaojuan, does the dress fit?" I seemed a little flustered. "I'm sorry, this dress... I've run into a little trouble..." He said kindly, "It's alright, Xiaojuan, let me help you." I said, "This... is a bit inconvenient... my dress is stuck, could you help me zip it up?" He said, "Sure." Then he closed the door.
Perhaps it was just my imagination, but as I turned my back, I felt a burning gaze on my legs beneath my thong. However, after ten minutes, nothing happened, so I turned back around curiously.
"Xiaojuan, is there a problem?" He quickly withdrew his lecherous gaze and asked apologetically.
"I'm sorry... the zipper at the back of my skirt... is stuck... I can't fix it..." I said awkwardly.
He blushed slightly, but in the spirit of helping, he went behind me to check the problem. Sure enough, the zipper was about two centimeters short of reaching the top, and he tried to pull it up, but it wouldn't budge.
I turned my head and found his gaze fixed on my shoulder, then realized that most of my chest was exposed under my V-neck dress, and I could feel his bulging male body pressed against my buttocks. Embarrassed, I quickly turned and leaned against the wall, my face flushed. "Zhizhong, please wait a moment, I'll take off my clothes and change!" I said, preparing to leave.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly grabbed my hand and pressed it against his hard crotch. "Xiaojuan, my zipper is broken too, what should we do?" I tried to pull my hand away, but I couldn't help but touch his prominent bulge.
"How should I know…" Before I could finish speaking, he pulled down the zipper, and a magnificent, enormous thing burst forth! He wasn't wearing underwear!
"You… what do you want?" I was almost speechless with shock at the sheer size of it, but I couldn't bear to look away.
"Your butt was rubbing against it just now, it made me so itchy! Do you often harass men like this in the changing room? Have you ever tried making love in a place like this with your husband?" He said, moving closer as he spoke. I backed away, only to be blocked by the wall.
"I didn't harass you! I just said I had a problem and needed your help!" I protested, my heart pounding. My mind raced: What is he going to do? Is he going to make me have an affair here?
"I have a lot more problems I need your help with!" he leered, then pressed his body against mine, pulling down my skirt until I was only in my underwear. He pulled me into his arms. "No!" I struggled desperately, but I couldn't break free from his embrace.
He leaned against the changing room cubicle, turned me around, and grabbed my wrists from behind with his left hand. He gently breathed into my ear, making me weak and limp, collapsing onto him in front of the mirror.
Then, his right hand climbed up my body, lifted my bra, and slipped inside to caress my breasts while kissing my earlobe. He got carried away and pulled the bra up even higher, revealing two round, fleshy mounds. I had never seen myself being caressed in front of a mirror before, and with the multiple stimulations, my nipples involuntarily hardened, and I felt a slight wetness below.
"How is it? My dear Juan, does it feel good to you?" In his hands, my breasts were like white flour, allowing him to knead and flatten them.
"Mmm… let me go…" I said softly, "It's not convenient here, someone might see or hear, that wouldn't be good…"
"Do you really want me to let go?" His teasing breath brushed against my ear again, leaving me powerless to resist. His hand slowly slid down from my breasts, like an ant searching a map on my body, around my waist, down to my abdomen, then down to my genitals.
He gently circled his fingers over my vulva through my thong. I'm very sensitive, and I immediately felt a jolt, becoming even wetter. But his hand quickly moved away, sliding down to my thigh and caressing my smooth skin. "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle," he whispered, nibbling my ear.
"Ah..." I moaned as his hand returned to my vulva. He pulled me to a low stool in front of the mirror where clothes were laid out, spreading my legs wide. My legs, resting on his thighs, also parted, making me appear like a "big" character in the mirror. My black thong was completely exposed, with a few pubic hairs peeking out from the sides.
His index finger searched my vulva through the thin fabric, stroking up and down along my mons pubis. In the mirror, a wet patch appeared at the crotch of my thong, clearly showing the shape of my cleavage. "Already so wet? Hehe, how about this?" He slid his index finger down to the entrance of my vagina, then inserted it into my fleshy hole through the thin cloth. "Oh..." My nerves almost all sprang to life.
Because the narrow cloth rolled into my hole with his finger, my labia were almost completely exposed, my pubic hair was spread apart, and my lower body was almost indistinguishable from being naked. "Ah..." My vaginal fluid kept seeping out, making my thong even wetter.
"How is it? Not satisfied with doing it through the cloth? Do you want to take your pants off?" He asked in a lewd tone in my ear.
"I..." I couldn't speak. His fingers probed deeper, making me want it even more. "Okay..." I finally couldn't hold back and whispered.
"What? I can't hear you, what do you want?" He deliberately teased me.
"Take... take off your pants..."
"And then?"
"Use your fingers... to insert into your hole..."
Zhizhong immediately pulled down my panties. He knew I was no longer resisting, so he released his left hand and attacked my vulva with both hands. This was the first time in all these years that I had seen my vulva being touched in front of a mirror. I saw him use his left thumb and middle finger to spread my labia minora apart, while his index finger kept teasing my clitoris, each touch giving me immense stimulation. His right index and middle fingers were joined together and inserted into my vagina in a swirling motion, then he thrust in and out forcefully, gradually producing a wet, smacking sound.
"Ah...ah..." My whole body went limp, and I half-closed my eyes to look at myself in the mirror, enjoying the pleasure with each thrust. My vulva was stretched wide open, and my labia minora flipped back and forth with the in-and-out movements of his fingers, occasionally pulling out a sticky, glistening strand of vaginal fluid; my clitoris was swollen and erect, red and hard from the stimulation of his fingers. My body grew hotter and hotter, completely ignoring whether there was anyone outside the changing room or whether the saleswoman would come.
He thrust harder and harder, not only deeper but also faster. My vagina was about to burst, and I writhed and writhed, unbearably itchy, making the wanton reactions of a woman during intercourse.
Suddenly, Zhizhong stopped, withdrew his fingers covered in vaginal fluid, and pulled me to my feet. He quickly pulled off his pants, his engorged penis standing erect, and while stroking me, he looked at me seductively and said,
"How about it? Want this?"
"Yes! Yes!" How could I resist at this point? I answered hastily.
"What do you want?" He leaned against the wall, his enormous member erect like a flagpole.
"I want to insert it
into my hole..." "With what?"
"With your big cock..."
"How? I don't know, what do you want me to do?" He said, then sat down on the low stool.
My vagina was itchy and unbearable, like being bitten by ants. I could no longer care about ladylike restraint. I hurriedly straddled his lap, aimed my wet opening at his glans, and slid it down, tightly enveloping his penis. He didn't hesitate and immediately began thrusting up and down, each thrust going all the way in, deep inside. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and my juices flowed uncontrollably down his penis.
I no longer cared that we were in a public place with people coming and going. I wrapped my arms around Zhizhong's neck and thrust hard. He lifted my buttocks and moved up and down, rubbing our genitals together passionately. Our breathing became more and more rapid.
The pleasure built up in both of our bodies, and we almost reached orgasm together. I climaxed while trembling, and he convulsed a few times before ejaculating inside me. Afterwards, my face turned as red as an apple, and I quickly got dressed, rushed to the counter to pay, and left. While paying, I saw the cashier giving us both strange looks—it was so embarrassing! But this was the most exciting tryst I've ever had while shopping, and I really hope I can do it again sometime.

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