Storm in the Fitting Room

The mall's AC was already suffocating when Lena and I walked into the lingerie section. Her fingers slid across my palm, a little more lingering than usual, and I felt the tightness pooling low in my gut. She looked at me through those long lashes, bit her lip, and whispered:

"I want you to watch me try things on. For real."

The storm hit out of nowhere. The sky beyond the huge windows went dark, lightning slashed across the glass, and the store lights flickered. Salesgirls scrambled, pulling doors shut. We were almost alone in the back of the floor near the fitting rooms. Lena grabbed my hand and dragged me into the farthest stall, where a heavy velvet curtain hung.

"Hurry," she breathed, yanking the fabric closed. "Before we get caught."

The cramped stall smelled like new fabric, her perfume, and a faint sheen of heat-sweat. Lena pressed her back against me immediately. Her firm ass ground against my already hard cock through my thin trousers. I cupped her tits through the light dress, pinching her nipples. She arched, letting out a soft moan.

"You're serious about doing this? Right here?" I rasped, kissing her neck.

"Yeah... I'm already soaked, can you feel it?" She took my hand and guided it up under her dress. Her panties were hot and completely drenched. "Imagine if someone walks by right now... and we're—"

I spun her around to face the mirror. Lena braced her palms against the cold glass. I hiked her dress up to her waist, yanked her panties down. Her smooth pussy glistened, clit already swollen. I spread her hot lips with my fingers and pushed two inside her at once. Lena gasped, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

"Oh... deeper... finger-fuck me until someone hears."

Thunder boomed outside, rain hammered the roof. I undid my pants. My thick cock sprang out, the head already slick with precum. Lena watched it in the mirror and licked her lips.

"Put it in. Now. I want to feel you stretch me open."

I slammed into her in one thrust. Tight, hot, wet. Lena arched her back, her tits spilling out of her neckline and pressing against the mirror. I fucked her hard, fast, gripping her hips. Every stroke drove her moans louder. The wet slap of our bodies drowned in the thunder.

"Quiet..." I whispered, but I sped up anyway, feeling her walls clench around my cock.

Suddenly the curtain shifted. We froze. My heart pounded. A woman's voice came from just outside:

"Sorry... everything okay in there? The storm's got the doors locked, I'm checking the stalls..."

Lena looked at me in the mirror. There was a reckless fire in her eyes. She didn't pull my cock out. Instead, she rolled her hips, sinking deeper onto me. I barely held back a groan.

"All good," she answered, her voice husky with need. "We're just... trying things on."

The salesgirl hesitated. Lena slowly swiveled her hips, squeezing me from the inside. I pinched her clit. She trembled.

"If you need anything, just call..." the girl said uncertainly, then walked away.

The second her footsteps faded, Lena arched harder.

"Fuck, that's so hot... fuck me harder. I want you to come inside me while she's still nearby."

I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and pounded into her with deep, brutal strokes. Her pussy squelched, juices running down her inner thighs. I flipped her around, sat her on the little bench in the corner, and hooked her legs over my shoulders. Now we were face to face. Lena wrapped her arms around me, digging her nails into my back.

"Look at me when you come," she whispered between kisses. "I want to see your eyes."

I fucked her fast and deep. Her clit ground against my pubic bone with every thrust. Lena started shaking, her breath ragged.

"I'm close... oh god... don't stop..."

She came first. Her pussy clamped down hard on my cock, rippling in waves. Hot fluid sprayed out of her, soaking my balls and the bench. Lena clapped her hand over her mouth, but a long moan still escaped. I couldn't hold back. A few powerful strokes and I shot thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her. I came for what felt like forever, filling her to the brim. Some of it leaked out as I slowly pulled free.

We stood there, foreheads pressed together, panting. Lena ran a finger along her slit, scooped up the mixed cum, and licked it off with a grin.

"That was the best experiment," she whispered. "Now I know for sure I want a repeat... and not just once."

The thunder kept rumbling outside, but we still couldn't tear ourselves away from each other, kissing and feeling the proof of our reckless secret trickling down our legs.