Pinky Surprise

Cumming in the Dressing Room

While no one was looking, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dressing room with her. We were at one of the more upscale clothing stores at the mall, where the dressing rooms are in a little hallway, and have full-length doors. We weren’t exactly isolated, but no one could see us, and if we were quiet, probably no one would bother us. I had been following her around the mall all morning, and I had been getting pretty bored, but as she pushed me against the wall and kissed me, I realized that she had really just been looking for the right dressing room.

“You’re crafty,” I whispered, and in reply she told me to sit down and watch. I sat down on the bench, and she hung up the clothes she had grabbed to get us into the dressing room. Then she turned around and started slowly gyrating while she started undressing. She was wearing a blue button-up shirt that snugly fit around her c-cup breasts. Her tan skirt was flared at the bottom and came to just above her knees, and she was wearing her boots with the big heels that brought her almost to my height.

Unbuttoning her shirt all the way, she slipped it off, leaving her standing in a thin white tank-top, through which I could clearly see her bra. It was also white, mostly satin with some decorative lace bits on the straps. She turned around to hang up her shirt, and I admired the way her hips swayed back and forth in the skirt.

As she turned back around, she ran her hands up her sides to squeeze her breasts, grinning at me as she danced. She did a slow spin in place as she pulled the tank top up over her head, and I looked her up and down. Dropping the tank top to the floor, she cupped her tits again, this time biting her lip slightly as she slipped one hand inside her bra to tease her nipple.

I moved to stand up, and she shook her head, and then slowly, deliberately undid the buttons of her skirt. As it opened, I could see she was wearing a pair of panties that matched her bra. When she turned around and slipped her skirt off, I could see it was a thong. I reached down and rubbed my stiffening cock through my jeans. This was starting to turn me on.

Hanging her skirt on the hook with her shirt, she turned back to face me and smiled when she saw what I was doing. Wearing just her boots, bra and thong, she stepped forward and leaned down to kiss me deeply. Her hands reached for the bottom of my shirt, and then pulled it over my head. When she bent over to unbutton my pants, I kicked my shoes off, and helped her slide my pants down around my ankles, so I could kick them off too.

As she straightened up, she lightly ran her hand along my cock, straining against my boxers, and then stepped back, resuming her slow gyrations. I could see her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her bra. As she turned away from me again, I stared at her ass while I quickly peeled my socks off.

Still facing away from me, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra, which she slipped off and let fall to the floor. Turning back, she had her hands covering her breasts, squeezing and massaging them lightly. Then she ran her hands up into her hair, and I felt my cock get harder at the sight of her dark pink nipples, erect and rising from her areola, crinkled and contracted to the size of a quarter.

As she watched, I pulled my boxers down, and started slowly stroking my cock. She looked pleased, and quickly bent over, wrapping her lips around my head. The feel of her tongue on my skin and the sight of her breasts hanging free caused my erection to swell, and she moaned quietly in response.

With one final swirl of her tongue, apparently satisfied that I was hard enough, she stood up again. Turning away from me, she began sliding her thong down with exaggerated slowness. Bending over as she went, making sure I had a clear view of her ass and pussy. She was ready for me. Her lips were parted slightly, and I could see that she was soaking wet.

Before she could step out of her underwear, I stood up, still stroking my cock with one hand. I grabbed her hip with the other and with one quick movement, plunged deep into her cunt.

I heard a startled intake of breath from her, and then she grabbed her ankles and rocked back, pushing me deeper inside. I squeezed her hips, and holding her tightly, started fucking her in the dressing room.

Bent over like that, her pussy was tight around me, so it was hard to stay quiet. Judging from her ragged breathing, it wasn’t easy for her either, but other than a muffled squeak or moan every now and then, the only sound was a quiet slurping.

After a few minutes, she let go of her ankles and turned around to lean against the bench. I swiveled with her, and resumed fucking her right away. Looking down, I could see some of her pussy cream around the base of my shaft, which turned me on even more. Looking in the mirror, I could see her tits sway back and forth with each thrust. Her head was hanging down, her lips open, breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her body.

She was tightly gripping the bench with one hand, but was reaching up between her legs with the other hand to rub her clit. Her breathing sped up, and I tried to match my speed to her hand, which I could feel tickling my balls. I could feel my orgasm building, and I was hoping she was getting close when all of a sudden I felt her body tense. I looked in the mirror, and her eyes were wide open, staring right at me. I felt her pussy clench slightly around me, and she broke her silence to whisper my name.

That was all it took to push me over the edge, and then I was holding her tightly, pressed as deeply into her as I could. Just as her pussy stopped twitching, my cock started spasming, pumping my cum into her. My whole body shook with each spurt, and as the orgasm faded, I ran my hand up her back.

She slowly straightened, and turned to face me. I wrapped my arms around her, and we kissed desperately, pressing our bodies together. After a few moments, I sat back down on the bench to catch my breath, and I watched as she carefully got dressed again. After a minute I got dressed, too, but when we were done, there was still one article of clothing lying on the floor. Picking it up, I saw it was her thong. She grabbed it and put it in her purse, and whispered in my ear that she was going without panties so she could walk through the mall and enjoy the feeling of our cum all over her pussy and thighs. The fact that no one would know about the mess just under her skirt would turn her on even more, so she warned me I better be ready to fuck her again when we got home.

Winning the Bet

“Remind me again why I’m doing this?” she asked as she leaned against the doorframe to her bedroom.

“You lost the bet,” I said, taking another swig of my drink. The cheap whiskey in the cola made me grimace as I finished speaking. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room of her apartment, with a nice buzz going.

“It just doesn’t seem right that I have to parade around in my underwear while you sit there fully dressed.” She stood up as she said this, swaying just a little bit.

“Hey, you lost the bet fair and square. If I had lost you would have made me run naked through the bar, now take your clothes off!”

“I’m not stripping for you!” she laughed, sounding insulted. “I agreed to model the contents of my underwear drawer, not do a striptease.”

“Fine, have it your way. First thing, I want to see what you were wearing at work today. I’ve always wondered what kind of underwear you have on.”

She raised an eyebrow at that and walked into her bedroom. I mentally kicked myself for coming on too strong. At the bar, we’d been flirting heavily, and she’d laughed when she agreed to my terms for the bet. Now that we were in her apartment, though, the mood had shifted slightly, and I was afraid she’d suddenly change her mind and decide I was a creep.

As I was thinking that, she walked back out of her room. The fitted white polo shirt was gone, as were her jeans. She was skinnier than I’d thought, with good-sized breasts. Her white cotton panties rode low on her narrow hips. She leaned against the wall with her arms folded beneath her bra, also white, but with a simple floral texture. She seemed amused and uncertain what to do next.

“Come on, don’t just stand over there, you said you’d model them for me. You’ve gotta at least walk over here and turn around so I can get a look at you,” I said.

She rolled her eyes, and launched into an exaggerated runway walk, stopping and turning a full circle in front of me, and striking a model pose at the end.

We made eye contact, and for a moment it was awkward, but then we both burst out laughing. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the whole situation was too strange to take seriously. I made a show of looking her over from head to toe, and she turned around and shook her ass at me as she walked back into her room.

“What should I put on next?” she called from the bedroom.

“Well, I don’t know what the options are… Why don’t you put on something you’d wear on a day when you’re feeling a little sexy?”

I heard her rustling around, and after a few minutes she came back out. She paused for a moment in her doorway, and then walked over to me. The white cotton had been replaced by black satin. The bra pushed her breasts together and up, giving some nice cleavage. The matching panties were cut high and rose over her hip bones. As she turned around in front of me, I looked down her flat stomach, along her smooth thighs, and up along the small of her back to her neck, where her hair was still tied in a simple ponytail. As she finished turning, she caught my eye and said “Is this what you were looking for?”

“Very nice,” I agreed. “Now why don’t you show me something you’d wear on a date?”

I watched as she walked back into her room, and quickly adjusted myself. I was starting to get hard, and I was hoping it wasn’t totally obvious. I took another sip of my drink and fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch.

When she emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, I forgot all about trying not to be obvious. She was wearing a white mesh thong and matching bra. As she walked slowly towards me, my eyes roamed over her body. The bra was mesh on top and satin on the bottom, and I could just see the tops of her nipples. Through the mesh of the thong, I could clearly see her neatly trimmed landing strip of pubic hair.

She didn’t seem to mind the way I was gawking at her, and she turned slowly around in front of me. Stopping with her hands on her hips, she asked “What do you think?”

“Um, it’s very, uh, very attractive. I particularly like the mesh bits.”

“I can tell,” she said, with a quick glance at my crotch. I looked down and mentally cursed at the now obvious erection tenting my pants. I was terrified that at any minute, she would decide this game had gone too far and kick me out. Before I could say anything, though, she had turned her back on me and was striding out of the room.

I shifted around on the couch, trying to find a way to sit that would make my hard-on slightly less noticeable.

“So, what now?” she asked from the other room.

“Well, why don’t you show me what you would wear for a guy you were going to bring back to your place?”

Silence. Some part of my brain was screaming at me for being too pushy. Any second now, I thought, she’s going to say that’s too much, and get rid of me.

Then suddenly she was walking towards me again. But this time she wasn’t wearing anything at all.