That Time in the Fitting Room - Day 1 (Patreon)

I'm Luisa, a 23-year-old girl. I’m not an overly sexual person; I never have, but as I'm sure you can all relate, I have my moments of uncontrollable lust. This is the story of one such time.

I went to the movies with a dating app guy; please don't judge me, I was in a dry spell and needed some cheap relief. The date went ok, bordering on bad. He couldn't stop talking about himself, and that only made me think about how he might be this selfish in bed as well. I decided to ditch him early and treat myself to a nice sundress I saw in a shop as we walked towards the cinema.

As I entered the shop, I noticed it was mostly empty and the girls working there had the music blasting loudly; that's what I get for having an early Wednesday date, I guess. I walked over to the counter and asked the girl there for the sundress on display in my size. She caught my eye immediately. She is a brunette, with puffy curly hair, almost an afro, skin on the darker side, big hazelnut eyes, and a smile that would put realms to the sword. She happily helped me get the dress in the size I requested and told me how good it would look on me and how it complemented my skin tone.

She walked me to the fitting room, which consisted of stalls with walls that didn't quite reach the floor and curtains for privacy. It wasn't in any way a private setting, but in a store for only girls, it made sense. I walked into my stall and closed the curtain. I quickly undressed and froze, staring at my reflection.

I forgot that I was wearing a matching set of bra and panties, soft pink with some roses embroidered. It was really nice and would even look innocent if it weren't for the transparency in both pieces. My dark nipples visible through the sheer fabric and my freshly shaven pussy on display made me remember why I was at the mall that day and how frustrated and needy I was.

I tried to shake that feeling away and quickly put on the sundress, it was a size too big and I floated inside it, still it was pretty nice so I peeked outside and called for Mrs. Lovely smile, she was there in a second and asked how it fit, I opened the curtain and showed her, she laughed a bit and told me she would be right over with the right size.

As she walked away I closed the curtain and got rid of the ridiculously oversized dress, when I heard her voice announcing that she had the right size for me, without thinking I opened the curtain and she saw me in my extremely revealing underwear, she paused for a second to contemplate, but quickly snapped out of it, gave me my dress, took the other one and closed the curtain.

It was then that I realized I had just exposed myself in public to a complete stranger, and a girl at that! Somehow, that made the situation all the more exciting and made me pause again to contemplate my figure in the mirror.

I stood there for what felt like an eternity until her sweet voice asked me if it was a better fit. I told her I still hadn't tried it on, and she said she could give me an honest opinion if I needed it.

I quickly put on the dress, and this time it was a perfect fit. I slid the curtain open to show her, and she asked me to strike a pose, twirl around, and basically be all flirty.

She told me that it looked good, but maybe it would look better without the straps of my bra showing. Without thinking too much, I took off my bra, and she giggled at the sight of me struggling to do it without exposing myself.

She complimented me again and told me that the dress was made for me. I thanked her and told her I would take it. I started unzipping, and she quickly closed the curtain. Then she whispered an apology and told me that a customer walked in, and she was no fun at all.

I quickly took off the dress and asked her if she could take it. She raised her hand above the curtain, and I passed her the dress. I asked her to take it to the register, and I would be out in a second to pay.

I stopped for a second to see myself in the mirror again, topless this time. Something came over me, I took off my panties and admired my naked body, I twirled around and posed for the mirror for a while, just like I had done for Mrs. Lovely Smile. 

When I picked up my panties with the intention of putting them on, I noticed a damp spot on them and instinctively took a finger to my pussy to check what I already knew: I was wet. But not just wet, I was soaking, and once my fingers found my clit there was no stopping them, the loud music muffled my quiet moans, and I felt like I could actually make myself cum right then and there.

My fingers explored my pussy, first running circles around my clit, I felt it grow and become hard, my wetness helping me play around it, then I felt brazen and took a finger into my entrance, the feeling of being penetrated by even just a finger made my knees buckle and I ended up sitting on the floor, legs spread fingering myself as I pinched my nipples.

I was nearing my desired orgasm when I heard my lovely counter girl's voice, telling me I had to get dressed and leave the store immediately. I was not sure what had happened, but I knew better than to ignore such an instruction.

Her voice sounded more concerned than angry, and I would later find out why. It was a bummer, but I did as I was instructed in all haste, so much so that my bra was left behind amidst the chaos. When I got out, I saw her worried face, along with that of an angry woman in her forties calling me names and threatening to call the cops on me.

I rushed out of the store and swore to never come back... Until I noticed my best bra was left behind...