A Fitting Room Quicky

Marcy giggled nervously, feeling excited and giddy at doing something they shouldn’t be doing.

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She was checking herself out in the tri-fold mirror in the fitting room, turning to examine her butt in the high-cut thong she was trying on. It had this lovely tummy control panel in the front that felt rather comfortable. She turned this way and that, admiring her reflection from all sides. On top, Marcy was wearing a tiny crop top, with no bra, that she couldn’t imagine ever sporting in public. Her nipples showed through the thin fabric and the bottom edge barely covered the underside of her breasts. She did feel rather sexy in this though.

She took out her phone and snapped a few pictures, sending them to her husband who was browsing in the men’s section of the department store.

What do you think?

Definitely get it.

Where am I gonna wear it?

To bed.

Though not for long.

She laughed to herself, placing a hand on her hip and popping it out to the side.

Which fitting room are you in? He messaged back.

In the lingerie department. I think the third stall in.

Did he want to see it in person? Is that why he asked?

Don’t change out of that. He texted.

Marcy smiled to herself, giving herself another check in the mirror.

He rapped very lightly on the door of the fitting room, and Marcy opened it up, grinning ear to ear. The expression on his face was absolutely ravenous. He looked her up and down as if he was about to devour her, and Marcy took a step back into the tiny cubicle.

Dale put his index finger up against his lips, indicating for her to keep quiet, then stepped into the fitting room and closed the door behind himself. Marcy giggled nervously, feeling excited and giddy at doing something they shouldn’t be doing. Her husband walked her backward until her back rested against the wall and pinned her, placing his hands on either side of her. Everything tingled at the thought of doing something naughty. Here.

“That little top is so freakin’ hot on you,” he whispered to her before his hand slipped in beneath it grasping her breast. “And it has just the most perfect access, too.”

Yeah, she had to agree, the access was easy. She loved the way that his large hand felt grasping her breast. He kneaded firmly, making her moan. Marcy bit her lip immediately, trying to restrain the sounds.

“Shh,” Dale reminded her as well.

Then he pressed against her, and she could feel that he was already hard. A shiver passed over her, imagining what he had in mind. But she didn’t have to imagine for long because the hand that wasn’t holding onto her breast was now rubbing over the thong panties that she had been trying on.