That Time at the Fitting Room - Day 2 (Patreon)

When I got home and realized what I had left behind, my heart sank. I knew I couldn't just give up on my nicest set of lingerie, but also the embarrassment and fear of being confronted was too much for me.

I decided to wait for the next day to make a decision, maybe some rest would help me, but my body had other plans.

As I slept, I dreamt of Miss Lovely Smile (MLS, from now on) and her flirty attitude toward me. In my dream, instead of asking me to leave, she opened the curtain and watched me as I masturbated, biting her lips and telling me how hot it was and how horny she was getting. When I was nearing orgasm, I woke up; interrupted again, and this time it was my own body that betrayed me.

I decided I was not going to stand for it and quickly disposed of all my clothes and continued what I had left unfinished twice already.

I knew I would need help, so I grabbed a small vibrating bullet I have hidden for such occasions, after a few seconds of manual stimulation my body asked for more and my little friend came to the rescue, its oscillating vibrations gave me a familiar feeling of warmth that came with a distinct chill down my spine, I knew I wouldn't last long. 

I kept thinking of my reflection in the mirror, my damp panties, and exposing myself to Miss Lovely Smile, but what got me more excited was getting caught by her, even if it was just in my dream; it felt real, and it helped me achieve my elusive orgasm at last. I fell asleep almost immediately, naked and vibrator in hand.

That's how I woke up the next morning, I surprised myself clinging on to my vibrator and with a warm feeling in my pussy, as if it was calling me to misbehave again. I resisted the temptation, mostly because the need to pee came over me.

Those first groggy minutes, where I was still naked in my bed thinking of the events of the day before and especially those that happened in the night, made me decide to gather my courage and go back to get my bra, and maybe even buy the dress that started all this.

I planned my day so I would be at the store at around the same time I was the day before, trying to get Miss Lovely Smile to help me recover my lost property; somehow, I knew she wouldn't have a problem helping me.

At the planned time, I entered the store. I was sweating and hesitated before doing it, but as soon as I put a foot into the store, I knew there was no going back. I started walking towards the counter, where I noticed a different girl ordering some items. 

I scanned the store, looking for Mrs. Lovely Smile, and panicked a bit when I couldn't see her; maybe she got in trouble for helping me escape, or maybe she quit after seeing such a horrible display of lust. My head was spinning when I heard her sweet voice behind me, "I had a suspicion I'd see you again."

"Oh, I left in such a hurry yesterday that I forgot to purchase the dress," I replied.

"And that's not all you forgot," she replied, whispering. I blushed and nodded, and she gave me a sly smile.

"Don't worry, I saved it for you. Perhaps you would like to try it again?" she asked.

"I don't think I need to, I know it's a great fit," I replied, a bit confused.

"I have a suspicion that yesterday you didn't finish... Trying it on, and today you could do it with more patience," she said as she winked at me.

I nodded with a silly smile. She walked over to the dresses, picked the one in my size, and directed me to the fitting rooms.

I was about to enter the first one, the same one I used the day before, but she got in my way and suggested I use the one on the back, "It's more spacious and it's good for fitting dresses more comfortably," she said with a serious tone that confused me.

I was a bit stunned. I couldn't understand anymore if she was talking about trying on the dress or if she knew I had been masturbating at her store and was giving me her permission to do it again, in a more secluded spot.

I followed her to the back. When we got to the stall she mentioned, I asked her, "So, have you... tried on dresses in this stall before?" She held her breath for a second; I guess she wasn't expecting the question. 

"Sometimes I need to try things on, and here's where I do it," she replied as she opened the curtain.

I thanked her and decided to make her a bit more uncomfortable by whispering, "We are talking about masturbation, right?" I didn't wait for her reply; I just walked into the stall and closed the curtain. She stood there with her mouth open, not knowing what to reply.

I stood in front of the mirror, fully clothed this time, and assessed what to do. I decided I would try the dress again since I was already there. I took off my blouse and pants and was again topless, staring at my reflection. I must confess that I don't have very large breasts, but they are perky, with small dark areolas and tiny button nipples. I think they are gorgeous.

As I put on the dress, I asked MLS, "Would you give me your opinion again?". She was there in less than a second. I stepped out of the stall and gave her a couple of twirls. I blew her a kiss and asked her, "So, what do you think? Am I sexy in it or what?"

"It still looks amazing on you, but I remember telling you to skip the underwear while using it," She replied, again in that distracting, serious tone.

I got brazen and, after checking no one would see us, I flashed her a tit briefly; "Ha! That's lovely, but that is not what I mean," she said, in a low voice, almost whispering.

"And how do you know if I'm wearing panties?" I asked her.

"Oh, I have a sixth sense for these things," she said, smirking.

I just laughed, reached under the dress, and pulled my panties off. For a split second, I thought of throwing them at my clothes stack on the floor, but instead, I threw them at her.

She caught them and smiled at me, "That's so much better, I bet you feel free and naughty," she told me.

I gave her a couple more twirls, knowing the dress would fly up, showing more than what decency allows. 

"Go back to your stall, before some other Karen walks in and interrupts you again," She said, still in her low, sexy voice.

She closed the curtain for me, but I noticed she left a crack, maybe it was a silly error, or maybe it was to peek in? I don't know, but I left it as it was.

As soon as I took the dress off, my nudity caused me a bit of shame; it was definitely a different sensation from what I had the day before, but I still felt daring and excited.

I called for MLS and asked her if she could take the dress. She raised her hand above the curtain, but I slid it open and handed it to her, exposing my naked body to her.

"You're crazy. Sexy and gorgeous, but crazy," she whispered.

"What I am," I replied, "Is naked because you have all my underwear."

She let out a strident laugh and walked away. 

She came back with both my panties and my missing bra in her hand. Before giving them to me, she looked at my naked body, top to bottom, and I twirled around for her once more. She gave me my underwear and told me the other girl had just gone out for lunch, so I should be uninterrupted for a while. 

She closed the curtain, but I opened it again. "It's fine like that, close it if you want, or if another customer comes in," I said as I sat on the floor and opened my legs.

I started rubbing my clit. My pussy was already wet and ready for some love, and I started giving it to her, I rubbed my pussy up and down, stopping to play with my clit on every pass, I started moaning, not as quietly as the day before, and knowing that MLS was around, and could see whenever she wanted, made me feel more excited, with my free hand I squeezed my tits and started pinching my nipples, that made me gasp loudly.

"Are you ok in there?" She asked.

"Mmhm, I'm fucking awesome," I replied between moans.

After that, I knew I was ready to get fucked, and since I had no cock at hand, my fingers would have to do. I slipped a finger inside my pussy, pressing lightly on my G-spot, which opened a dam of wetness that flooded my hand. I tried not to make too much noise, but I could barely hold it in. I rubbed my G-spot for a little bit before I needed more than one finger inside me.

I inserted a second finger and then a third, and I started fucking myself faster and harder. I lost track of my noise levels, and I heard MLS's sweet voice telling me to keep it down. I heard her walk away, but I begged her to stay near me. She did, and I would hear a soft shush whenever I got too loud.

I finished shortly after, and when I felt my orgasm coming I pulled out my fingers and played hard and fast with my clit, I was afraid I would squirt but I managed not to, still my orgasm took over me, my back arched and my toes tensed, I gasped for air and squeezed my left tit a bit too hard and left nail markings on it.

When I came back from heaven, I saw MLS staring at me, smiling silly and flushed, "You're by far the most interesting customer I've had," she said. 

I stood up and gave her a peck on the lips. I told her she was an amazing saleswoman, took a step back, and closed the curtain.

As I was getting dressed, I started worrying about the reality of my actions. I had just masturbated publicly, in front of a stranger in a store where anyone could've seen me. I finished dressing quickly and started to bolt out of the store when she called me. I couldn't resist her sweet, inviting voice, and as if hypnotized, I walked over to the counter where she was.

She extended her hand and told me her name, "I'm Carolina, you can call me Caro."

"I'm Sandra," I replied sheepishly.

"Sandy! Nice meeting you properly," she said in an excited tone, "So, Sandy, do you want to buy the dress? Or do you want to try it on again tomorrow, let's say at this same time?"

"I don't think I need to try it on anymore, I'm pretty sure I love how I look in it," I replied, trying to play dumb to what she was proposing.

"Oh, ok, well then you could, maybe try some other dresses, or maybe you could help me try on a couple myself?" She asked in a playful tone.

"Ohhhh yeah, I would love to see you... Try on some dresses," I replied, fully grasping what she was intending.

"It's a date then," she said, happy.

"It is a date, but I still do want to buy this dress; not only it's a great fit, but now it has a nice memory attached to it," I said.

"Sure thing, I can even give you the friends and family discount, let's say you're my sister," she said as she rang up the dress.

"Thanks for that. So, now that we're sisters, can you tell me what happened yesterday?" I asked.

"Oh, that. A crazy chic was masturbating in the very first stall in the fitting rooms (how dumb), and she accidentally, I guess, opened the curtain with her foot. A regular Karen saw her and started making a fuss, asking for the manager and the police. We had to escort the crazy chick out before it escalated.

"Luckily, any footage of the surveillance cameras where her face could be seen was mysteriously erased, so no one knows who she was or what she looks like," she replied.

I left the store with my new dress and a lot of excitement for what would happen the next day with my Miss Lovely Smile.