 The Changing Booth

byJake Marlow
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I used to be bored when Anna asked me to go shopping with her. The idea
of following my girlfriend around the mall while she picks out clothes
for work or a dress for a wedding is tedious at best. She wanted my
opinion, and that was sweet, but there were many other things I would
rather be doing. And then things changed. When Anna discovered her
exhibitionist side and started dressing sexier clothes shopping became
fun. I think most guys would enjoy watching their cute girlfriend trying
on sexy little outfits, especially when you get the give the thumbs up
or thumbs down.

It's a Wednesday and we're both off from work. They're having network
issues at Anna's job and they closed the office and I took the day off
so we could spend it together. When I ask her what she wants to do her
eyes twinkle when she suggests we go to the mall.

"Don't you think your closet is full enough?" I tease. She's really not
a wasteful spender or a clotheshorse, but I like teasing her.

"A girl can never have too many outfits, can she?"

After a quick shower, she pulls her chestnut brown hair back into a
ponytail, slips into a pair of worn, snug jeans and a fitted t-shirt,
with one of those soft, plain "t-shirt bras" underneath and we're off.
I've always thought she's got a great, tight little ass and these jeans
show it off the best. She didn't bother with make-up because she doesn't
need it. Anna is one of those girl-next-door, naturally beautiful types.
I just throw on cargo shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers. I'm not a bad
looking guy, but I am an average guy and don't usually put too much into
my appearance unless I'm getting dressed up. I'm in my late thirties,
just a hair under six feet tall and have a trimmed goatee. I've always
been told my blue eyes are my best feature.

The local mall is dead mid-morning on a weekday. We see some retirees
doing laps and some stay-at-home moms pushing strollers and meeting up
with each other for coffee. With all those stores laid out before us, I
tell Anna to lead on. She kicks thing off by going leading me to New
York & Co., where I get to act as a human rack when she piles different
selections onto my arms while I follow her around the store. Most of
what she looks at here is for work so there's nothing over the top sexy,
but still there are a few things I look forward to seeing her slip into.
I take up station outside of the changing booth while she goes inside to
try on her choices.

It always feels a little creepy standing around outside a changing
booth. Sure, the other women going in probably assume you're standing
there waiting for a wife or a girlfriend, but I think there's always a
suspicion that you're just some creep.

Anna tries on a couple pairs of slacks without showing me, which is
cool. I know the kind of pants she favors for work. They're usually
tight over her nice, round ass, which gets guys looking without being
obviously inappropriate. It's funny to think there was a time, not so
long ago, when she never would have admitted she likes guys checking her
out. And now she favors tighter tops that show little cleavage over the
baggier, high-neck stuff she used to wear to work.

When I think about it, which is quite often these days, Anna was a very
different person when we started dating, shy, introverted. In some ways
she's still the same girl. She would be embarrassed if she had to
confess to her exhibitionist side to anyone but me. I wouldn't say she
was a prude when we met, but she was definitely the buttoned down type.
And then over a series of months things changed. First, we snuck into a
playground for a quickie late one night. Anna was so worried someone
would catch us, but when we encountered another couple with the same
idea she found it an incredible turn on to be watched. Sensing
something, I brought it up as a fantasy in bed and started encouraging
her to wear sexier clothing. She's an attractive woman in her late
twenties with a nice, petite body, why should she hide it all the time?
A few months after our adventure at the playground I convinced Anna to
wear a very skimpy outfit to the casino on a trip to Atlantic City and
the attention she received from the other guys at the blackjack table
had her so horny she couldn't think straight. I was stripping her in the
elevator on the way back to our room! I was sure things had really
changed when just a little while later Anna snuck into the men's locker
room late one night at the gym and fucked me in the shower. It left no
doubt that danger gets my girlfriend off.

After trying on her slacks, Anna comes out to show me a pencil skirt
with a little slit in the back and a white wrap blouse with a low
neckline. The tight skirt makes her ass look amazing, while the blouse
is cut low enough for me to see the freckle just above the start of her
cleavage. Her breasts are not huge, but with the right bra she'd have
the cleavage to do the blouse proud. It's a great, sexy look for work.
Luckily, I'm not the jealous type. I get turned on when I see some guy
drooling over my girlfriend. It's just a shame I'm not at work with her
to see it. After that she tries on a tight black that falls well short
of the knee, which she also pairs with a jacket and then a knit sweater
that hugs her perfect breasts. By the time she's ready to make her
purchases I have a little trouble standing.

Carrying the bags, I follow Anna to the department store, which we find
pretty empty. In fact, in the women's department it's only the
saleswoman and us. She's an attractive woman in her early forties who
offers to help Anna find stuff, but Anna declines. Instead she leads me
around, picking up various items. She picks up a couple more things for
work, but she also needs a dress for an upcoming wedding. She picks out
a couple sexy dresses and agrees to try on one that I pick, although she
says there's no way she's wearing it to the wedding. She also makes the
rounds in the lingerie section, choosing a couple items I am dying to
see her in.

The women's changing booths are in a line down a long corridor past an
unmanned desk. We look around for an attendant, but the saleswoman by
the register seems to be the only one working the section.

"I guess I just go in. I'll be right back," Anna says with a shrug,
taking all the clothes she wants to try on and disappearing into the
last booth at the end.

All the dresses she chose for the wedding are little party dresses and I
can't wait to see her in them. I'm looking for other things I'd like her
to try on when I hear her clear her throat behind me. I turn and can't
hide my smile. Anna looks sexy as hell.

"What do you think?"

Anna strikes a pose with a hand on her hip. She's in a little red dress
with a halter top that falls a couple inches above the knee. Instead of
telling her what I think I pull her into my arms and kiss her. She
glances around quickly before giving in to the kiss, opening her mouth
to a quick flick of my tongue. After a moment she pulls away.

"So I guess it's a yes for this one?"

"You look hot, baby," I tell her.

"Wait 'til you see the other ones." She wiggles her butt as she sashays
back to the changing booth.

The second dress is one she likes, but not for the wedding. It's a snug
black dress that just reaches her knees. It hugs her figure well and it
shows some cleavage, but the reason I like it is the zipper that runs
from top to bottom down the front. I can just imagine all the fun I
could have with that on a night out. She wouldn't wear it to the wedding
because she knows I would never leave the zipper alone. I give her the
thumbs up and she disappears again.

I like the third dress a lot. It's a strapless purple number with a
tight bodice and a loose, draping body. It's a couple inches short of
the knee as well. Anna's slipped out of her bra to try on the dress, but
she doesn't need it because the top is padded and pushing her up quite
well. She does a twirl and the dress comes up a little and I know she
would look awesome dancing in this little thing. A lot of eyes would be
on her and I know that would get her really hot. If she's not going to
choose my fantasy dress I think this is the one and I tell her so.

"I like it too, but you don't think it's too short?"

"I think it's just right."

I pull her close and we start kissing again. This time she lets me kiss
her longer and I even grab her ass a little. There's not much risk
because we're still alone in this part of the store. When she finally
pulls back it's reluctantly.

"Of course you don't think it's too short. You don't think anything is
too short," she laughs.

"I just like it when you're all dressed up, that's all. Besides, you
know you like showing off that body of yours."

"Stop it. You know that's only for you." Anna goes back to the changing
booth.

It's part of our little game Anna acts like she's not after the
attention, but is only dressing sexier for me. It's only in the bedroom
where she admits the truth. I know it helps her to feel safe about our
little games so I play along.

The next dress is your basic little black dress and honestly I can't
tell the difference between it and all the other little black dress that
are already in her closet, except for how revealing it is. It's short
and form fitting and the neckline is plunging. She might have trouble
keeping herself in it if she didn't pay attention on the dance floor.
I'm surprised she'd wear it to the wedding.

"How about this one?" Ann asks, brushing up against me. She kisses my
cheek and whispers, "Imagine it with four inch heels and seamed
stockings." She knows I love her in stockings. She presses meaningfully
against the bulge in my shorts.

"You know all your friends' husbands are going to be staring at you all
night," I whisper back, kissing her.

"You're silly. My friends are hot." Anna's really getting into the kiss now.

"Not as hot as you. Every guy there is going to want you. Your friends
will hate you. Can you handle all that attention?"

"I don't know. Maybe we'll have to sneak away to some quiet corner."

Anna kisses me full on and pushes her hand into my shorts, grasping me
through my boxers. I'm surprised by her forward behavior. Anyone could
still come along. The saleswoman might come over to check on us.

"Someone could see us," I warn, knowing it will only turn her on more.

"We're all alone."

"And what about the security cameras? Someone is probably watching us
right now." I'm not bluffing. The tell-tale smoked plastic domes of
security cameras are in every corner of the store.

"Oh, God," she breathes.

Knowing I have her hooked, I push her away and say, "You'd better try on
that dress I picked out. The security boys will like it, I'm sure."

Anna reluctantly pads back to the changing booth. While she'd gone the
saleswoman does indeed drift over asking if we need any help.

"Do you guys need anything?" she asks. She has a sly smile and paranoid
I think she must have been watching us.

"I think Anna's good. Thanks."

"Just let me know if I can help."

The last dress, the one I chose is really little more than a slip
covered with gold sequins. It's very short and hugs her lithe body. Even
in the store's bad lighting the dress shimmers with her every move. Anna
looks a little embarrassed to be in so slight a dress. She's so sexy I'm
at a loss for words. Instead I grab her and pin her against the desk,
kissing her. As I'm grabbing her ass I'm pulling the dress up, which is
not a far trip. Anna is breathing heavily, very turned on too.

"What about the security cameras?" Anna's moans, putting up token
resistance.

"Those mall cops are probably going crazy. They probably want to pull
you into their little office and strip search you."

"Oh, Jason ..."

We kiss for a few moments more, but finally, panting, Anna pushes me
away. Okay, I think. I've done enough. I doubt we'll even get home. I
bet Anna and I will be screwing in the back seat as soon as we hit the
parking lot. Her eyes are smoldering as she looks at me and then glances
up at the security camera. I can see the wheels turning in her mind. I
am sure she's thinking about who could be watching her. I think she's
going to go back and change back into her clothes so we can get out of
here when she shocks me.

"I wish you could see the bras and panties I picked out. Maybe I should
just wear them out here."

"Maybe you should. You'll have those mall cops coming in their pants."

"They'd have to pull me in then."

"I think so."

"Then I think you'll have to come back with me."

Anna turns and disappears back into the changing booth. For a minute I
am unsure. We really could get caught if I go back there and we could
get into some kind of trouble. I read about a couple fucking in a
changing booth that got charged with disorderly conduct. That would
mortify Anna. But I can't help myself and after taking one last look to
make sure the saleswoman isn't watching I go back to join Anna.

The changing booth is large and there is a bench across the back, which
is littered with her discarded dresses and mirrors on the two walls. I
latch the door behind me. Anna's biting her lower lip as she looks at me
while playing with the straps of her dress. She lets it drop, revealing
a tiny black thong and then picks up a sheer, black bra from the clothes
behind her and hooks it in the back. It's all I can do to keep from
jumping her on the spot. The bra is sexy because it's totally
see-through and I can tell just how hard her pale, puffy nipples are.

"I could wear this with that zipper dress," she suggests.

"Then you'll really be flashing when I unzip you."

I cup both breasts in my hands, stroking her nipples with my thumbs. Her
little nips are impossibly sensitive and I think Anna might just have
the world's most perfect breasts. They're only about a big B-cup, but
they look larger on her petite body and they are perfectly shaped and
taut. She closes her eyes as I stroke her nipples, a soft moan escaping
her lips.

"You wouldn't really do that."

"How can I keep this perfection all to myself? You wouldn't mind putting
on a little show, would you?"

"I ... I don't know. We could get in trouble." She slides her hands up
my arms and onto my shoulders.

"In a dark club only the people right around would see. Only the people
we wanted to could see me peel your dress open to show off how hard your
nipples are."

"Jason ..."

"Maybe someone might even reach out and touch."

"Ohhh ..."

The fantasy of things going too far while Anna is showing off is
something we've played with, ever since those guys flirted so hard with
her in Atlantic City. When they thought I wasn't looking their hands
were all over her and her tiny skirt and top hardly offered protection.
Anna didn't stop them, but loved every second. I've wondered what would
have happened if I disappeared that night. Would Anna have lost control?
I don't think I could handle that. I like to show my girlfriend off, but
I'm not looking to share her.

While kissing her, I unhook the bra and throw it on the floor. Anna
pushes her hands under my shirt, running her fingers through the sparse
hair on my chest. I tilt her back and lean down, catching one of her
nipples between my lips. I suck on it hard before circling with my
tongue and flicking it. She arches her back, forcing her chest at my
mouth and starts pulling on my shorts, trying to unbutton them. I can
tell she's trying to be quiet, but her moans are getting louder. I'm not
helping. I go back and forth, sucking and licking, teasing both her
nipples while massaging her breasts. Every time I circle her nipple with
tongue she moans with disappointment and tries to force herself into my
mouth. While I suck and lick one nipple, I'm pinching and rolling the
other one between my fingers. Anna is weak in the knees by the time I
lower her onto the bench.

Kneeling in front of her, I slide the thong down her legs and she
spreads them wide. Anna's already so wet her swollen lips are glistening
and she throws her head back with a moan when I kiss her down there. I
pull her to the edge of the bench and gently peel her lips apart while I
flick the tip of my tongue all over her pussy. She's breathing hard and
trembling right away and I push a digit inside her to slowly finger her.

"You know those security guys saw us coming in here and know what we're
doing." It's actually a real concern. If they are on the ball they could
be on their way to stop us right now, but I couldn't resist her invitation.

"You think they know we came back here to fuck?" Anna asks breathily.

"I'm sure," I tell her before kissing her clit with just a slight brush
of my lips. She pushes forward when I pull back, burying my finger
inside her.

I let up with the finger and focus on kissing her clit and licking all
around it. When I suck on that little bud through its hood she arches
her back hard and digs her nails into my scalp, struggling to contain
the moans that fill the changing booth. With a quick sideways look I see
she's watching us in the mirror to the right and it is a hot image.
She's massaging her breasts with one hand and holding my head in place
with the other. I wish I could get my phone out and take a picture. It
only takes a couple minutes of licking her pussy before she cums,
tensing up and crying out.

"Ohhhh ... Jaaassoonnnn ... ohhhh God!"

It seems like Anna would be content to have me lick her and make her cum
all day, but I know we only have limited time and my hard-on is almost
painful. I need to fuck her now. I pull out of her grasp and stand up
and drop my shorts, palming my phone from my pocket.

Without hesitation, she grabs my cock and puts it in her mouth. I wasn't
planning on that, but it feels so good when she starts sucking that I
let her go. She holds me at the base and bobs quickly, while sucking
hard, with a sense of urgency. When she's just got my head in her mouth
she uses her tongue, something that brings my own moans and makes me
sway unsteadily on my feet. I hold her ponytail, but I let her control
all the action.

"You'd better hurry up, baby. They could be here any minute. You don't
want to get caught with my cock in your mouth," I moan. "Damn, Anna,
you're so good."

She sucks me even harder and as I watch in the mirror I see she's
playing with herself. When she hears the click of my phone snapping a
picture she stops for a second and looks up and then starts sucking even
harder. Pointing the camera down, I take a picture of her looking right
into the lens with my cock in her mouth. I can feel her moaning around
my shaft, telling me the pictures are getting her off even more. It's
not the first time I've snapped pictures of her giving head, but it's
the first time I've done it outside of the bedroom. I make sure I have
enough of the background that you can tell we're doing it in a changing
booth.

"I need you to fuck me right now," Anna says, releasing my cock with a
smack of her lips.

I stand her up and turn her to face the wall and she puts a foot up on
the bench. I have to crouch down to line up properly, but once my head
is poking her lips I slide right in. One of the great benefits of these
little risky, impromptu encounters is that she doesn't make me wear a
condom like she does in the bedroom. She's on the Pill, but she feels
safer using a condom too. Anna gasps my name and I hold onto her
shoulders while I start to move. She puts a hand on the wall for balance
and watches us in the mirror. I pull her ponytail to the side and kiss
the side of her neck as I pick up the pace.

"You know, these could even be two-way mirrors. They could be watching
us right now, even videotaping," I moan.

"Oh God. Do you think?"

"Some mall cop is probably jerking off right now watching us."

"Ohhh ... Jason ... take a picture, please ..." Anna gasps. I feel her
muscles tighten around me.

I do even better than a picture. Using my phone, I start shooting a
video of us in the mirror. I don't think I look great, leaning over her
from behind like I am devouring her, but Anna looks spectacular with one
foot up on the bench while I screw her. Her breasts jiggle every time I
thrust into her and it looks awesome. She reaches back and puts a hand
on my hip.

"Fuck me ... fuck me harder, Jason," she moans, starting to perform for
the camera.

I do as I'm told and sound of our flesh slapping together rivals her
growing moans. Anna's not quiet in bed, but she is only like this when
she is close to climax, and even then she's rarely this crazy. She loves
the dirty talk when we are indulging our fantasies, but this time she's
really going overboard, repeating, "Fuck Me! Fuck Me!"

"Baby, everyone is going to hear you. Shhh ... "

"I don't care. I don't care who catches us ... ohhhhhh ... Jaaassoonnn
... fuck meeeee ... "

"Annnaaa ... I can't hold out ..." I cry. It's a miracle I last as long
as I do. Fucking my hot girlfriend in a changing booth is about all I
can handle. I find the danger exciting too, though probably not as much
as she does.

"Keep shooting," she orders as she pushes me back and sits back on the
bench.

Anna pulls me closer and takes my wet cock back in her mouth. This is
something brand new. For one thing, I don't usually have the willpower
to stop before I cum, and second of all she usually doesn't go down on
me after I've been inside her. I know she is totally doing this because
the camera has her turned on. I keep shooting video as she sucks me
hard, almost taking my whole shaft in her mouth. I pan from her face to
the mirror so I can see that she's playing with her pussy while she
sucks on me. I feel the cum boiling up in my balls.

"Fuck Anna, I'm gonna cum ... "

She just sucks harder and my thick load shoots into her warm, hungry
mouth. Muffled squeals escape her lips and I can tell she's cumming too
as she rubs her clit. I keep the video close on her face as white cum
leaks from the corner of her mouth. Anna doesn't finish me with her
mouth often, but when she does she swallows, even though she can't
usually get it all. My cum runs down and drips from her chin. She keeps
sucking until I grow soft and then I step back so I can get one last
shot of her body before I turn off the camera.

"Baby, that was incredible," I say.

"I don't know what came over me," she replies. Even though she's flushed
from the sex I can tell she's also blushing. "We'd better get out of
here before we get in trouble."

"Good idea."

I pull up my shorts and Anna finds a tissue in her purse to clean up her
face. She's fastening her bra when we both freeze at the saleswoman's voice.

"Are you still back here? I didn't see your boyfriend standing out there."

"I ... uhm ... I'm here. He must have wandered off."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm good."

We both hold our breath until we're sure she's gone and then we can
hardly control our laughter. I don't believe she didn't know I was in
there with Anna and I wonder just how long she was out there. Maybe it
was her nice way of letting us know we'd better clear out.

After we're dressed Anna just wants to slip out of the store as quietly
as possible, but she also really wants that strapless dress for the
wedding, so I let her leave while I pay for the dress. I also buy that
little gold party dress hoping to convince her to wear it out sometime.
The saleswoman's smile tells me she knows exactly what we were doing
back in the changing booth. I blush a little and I know Anna would have
just died on the spot. We practically sprint to the car, where I tell
her about the saleswoman.

"Oh my God! I can never go back there again!" Anna howls.

"I don't think she disapproved."

"She must think I'm some kind of crazy slut!"

"You were kinda crazy. I have the proof."

Anna's eyes light up and she holds out her hand, saying, "Let me see."
It's not easy to dig the phone out of my side pocket, but I manage and
then pull up the video at a red light. The screen on my phone is big
enough to see everything that's happening. She watches it silently, with
her mouth hanging open. It looks like she can't believe it's her. By the
time she's blowing me toward the end she's got her legs spread in the
car and she's rubbing herself through her jeans.

"You really like that, don't you?"

"Mmmhmm. It's hot," she murmurs.

"You'd better watch it or someone will see you playing with yourself," I
warn, knowing it will get her going even more. I drive a little sports
coupe and anyone in an SUV can look right down into my car.

Anna's eyes flick out to look at the traffic around us, but then she
goes back to watching our video. By the time we get home her nipples are
rock hard and poking through both her t-shirt and bra. We hurry upstairs
and quickly strip for round two while I think about what other fun we
might have with a video camera.

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