Wrong Dressing Room

I'd been working at this little boutique on the edge of town for three months now. Every Tuesday and Friday at seven in the evening, he'd walk in—Alex, tall, early thirties, with a confident stride and a look that made my pussy ache from the moment I saw him. He always bought something for himself: shirts, jeans, sometimes suits. And I'd silently fold his clothes, smile, and imagine his strong hands ripping my uniform off.

Tonight the store was closing early. The last customers had left, and I was about to lock up when he walked in again.

"Hey, Lena. I know I'm late, but I really need to try this on," he said, holding up a bag with new slacks and a white shirt.

"Of course, go ahead into the fitting room. I'll tidy up the floor."

He disappeared behind the curtain of the last stall. I heard the rustle of fabric, heard him curse softly as he struggled with his belt buckle. My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid he could hear it. I'd fantasized for months about accidentally walking in on him, about him pressing me against the mirror and fucking me right there, surrounded by the smell of new clothes and his expensive cologne. But I'd always stayed quiet.

I grabbed a stack of clean hangers and, as if by accident, stepped into the stall next to his. The curtain between us was slightly open. I could see his bare feet, the edge of the slacks he was just pulling up. My hands were shaking. I took a step closer.

The curtain suddenly yanked open.

"Lena? What are you—"

He stood there almost naked—just the new black slacks unbuttoned, belt dangling. His chest was broad, dusted with dark hair, abs sharply defined. His cock was already starting to stiffen, tenting the fabric.

I froze, the hangers clattering to the floor.

"I... I got the wrong dressing room," I whispered, though we both knew it was a lie.

Alex smiled slowly. His eyes darkened.

"Wrong dressing room, huh..." He stepped into my stall, closing the distance. "Funny, I've been wondering why you've been looking at me for a month like you want me to fuck you right here on this floor."

My cheeks burned. Between my legs, everything went hot and wet.

"I... I've been dreaming about it," I breathed out. "But I never said anything. I thought you were just a customer."

He reached out, ran his fingers along my neck, then suddenly pulled me into him. His mouth was hungry, hot. I moaned into it when his palm landed on my breast through my blouse.

"Then stop being quiet," he growled. "Get undressed. Now."

I fumbled with the buttons. Blouse dropped. Skirt followed. Just my black lace panties and bra left. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous..." Alex murmured, tracing a finger along the edge of my panties. The fabric was already soaked. "How long have you been getting off thinking about me after your shift?"

"Every time... every time you leave," I admitted, blushing.

He yanked my panties down in one motion. I gasped. His fingers found my clit immediately, rubbing, pressing. I grabbed his shoulders, legs trembling.

"Oh god... Alex... harder..."

"Shh," he smirked. "Store's closed, but still... wouldn't want the security guard to hear how loud you moan."

He dropped to his knees right on the fitting room carpet. The smell of new clothes, his body, my arousal all mixed together. His tongue dragged through my slit, then plunged inside. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. He licked greedily, loudly, two fingers deep-fucking my pussy while his thumb ground against my clit.

"I'm gonna... Alex, I'm gonna cum..." I whimpered, shaking all over.

"Cum on my tongue," he ordered, picking up the pace.

The orgasm hit me like a wave. I arched, grabbed his hair, let out a low howl. My juices ran down his chin, dripping onto the floor.

He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was rock hard—thick, swollen head, veins bulging.

"Now you. On your knees."

I dropped obediently. The carpet was rough, but I didn't give a fuck. I wrapped my hand around his cock—hot, heavy. I dragged my tongue along the full length, licked his balls. He groaned, grabbing my hair.

"Suck it deeper. I want to watch you choke."

I opened wider and took him to the back of my throat. Saliva ran down my chin, my eyes watered. He started slowly fucking my face, the head slamming into my tonsils.

"Good girl... walks into the wrong dressing room and turns into my little slut..."

After a couple minutes, he pulled out, hauled me up, and spun me to face the mirror. I braced my hands against the cold glass. My ass stuck out, legs spread wide.

"Look at yourself," he whispered in my ear, lining up behind me.

The head pushed through my wet lips and sank in with one hard thrust. I cried out loud. He was so thick it almost hurt, but it felt so fucking good.

"Holy shit... such a tight pussy," Alex exhaled, starting to pound me with fast, deep strokes.

The mirror rattled. My tits bounced with every thrust. One hand gripped my throat, the other worked my clit. I watched in the reflection—my flushed face, his focused expression, his cock slick with my juices disappearing into my cunt again and again.

"I want to cum inside you," he growled. "Can I?"

"Yes... fill me up, Alex... please..."

He sped up, skin slapping against skin filling the fitting room. I came a second time—hard, squirting all over his balls. He roared, drove in to the hilt, and started pulsing. Hot cum shot inside me, flooding every inch. I felt every single spurt.

We froze, panting. His cock was still inside me, slowly softening. Cum started leaking down my thighs.

"You know..." he whispered, kissing my neck, "I've wanted to fuck you for a while too. Every time you folded my clothes, I imagined bending you over the counter."

I smiled weakly, still trembling.

"Then next Tuesday... I might just 'mix up' the dressing room again."

He laughed low, biting my earlobe.

"Deal. Just leave the panties at home this time."