It was a couple days before she gathered up the courage to go back to his store, she wanted to see him again but wasn’t sure about what he thought of her, was she just some one night fun for him or did he want more. When she did go back she quickly checked the register lines as she walked in to see if she saw him again, she didn’t. She sighed both relief and disappointment, she shrugged and decided she should look around because she never did end up finding what she wanted last time to purchase. She walked down a few aisles and found and a nice shirt she thought was cute. She walks over to the fitting room and while still looking around places it on the counter for the attendant to check.

“Nice to see you again” a familiar voice rings out. She looks across and he is standing there on the other side of the counter, his arms outstretched to check the garment. Her faces turns a bright red and she can feel her skin grow hot with the rush of blood, she stammers for a second and he talked the garment looks it over and hands her the card for the fitting room.

She bashfully takes it without a word and steps past into the fitting rooms, she swings the door closed behind her she throws her back against the wall grasping the shirt. Angry at herself for not saying anything. She stands there frozen for a few moments and starts to run over in her head what she even wants to say

She starts to take her own top off as she continues to to mutter to herself, her heart skips a beat when there is a sharp knock on the door, “Is everything ok miss, do you need any assistance?” A familiar voice calls out attempting to sound very professional.

She can hear her heartbeat in her ears and she can’t form any words. Almost without thinking though she undoes the bolt on the door. It comes unlocked with the distinct click and for a second the door remains still. Then slowly it opens and he steps inside.

She throws her half removed top to the floor and rushes toward him, her lips meet his and she pushes him back against the door closing it, his hand fumbles for the lock as he kisses her back. Her fingers quickly undo her bra and let it fall to the floor.

There is no mistaking it now, they are both in the throws of passion and neither wish to speak only to act. There is less tenderness now, more fire more passion, they both paw at their own clothes and each other’s and in a mere moment they are both naked. She has ahold of his member in one hand as their lips continue to dance around each other.

She starts to pull him gently to the far side of the room where a small chair sits for people to use while changing, she directs him to it with the grip on him and he takes his place seated, facing her, she is dripping wet from the building anticipation of the moment. She moves toward him and begins to straddle him, as she does he takes a nipple into his mouth and begins to tease at it with his tongue.

She can feel his member pressing into her stomach and slowly begins to pull her hips toward him, his swollen gland lays flat against his stomach and she begins to run her wet pussy up and down the length of it. Grinding the heat of it into her own boiling heat.

Rubbing up and down on it he begins to lift his hips slightly from the chair to thrust in time with her grinding her hips into him. She allows this for a short time and when he begins to stroke even longer she stops her motion as disappointment actively appears on his face.

She stops for a moment and she can feel the throbbing member under her, after just a second her tries to restart the motion with small thrusts of his own, she pulls away from him taking her weight on her own feet so that she isn’t in contact with him any more. He stops his movement and she comes to rest back down on him.

She smiles at him in a rye knowing smile and starts to grind deeply against him once again, he seems to be following her lead and no longer moving, after 7 or 8 strokes she pulls all the way to the tip of him and rotates her hips downward and he slips effortlessly into her waiting dripping slit.

She lets out a small moan and quickly covers her mouth quickly realizing again where she is. She smiles back at her knowing what she realizes what sounds she just made. She lifts her self slightly and with one hand over her mouth and the other on his shoulder for leverage begins to lift herself and drop slowly back down on him.

She is trying not to make any noise at all but the small noises of a hard dick in a wet slit seem ever so much louder when two people are trying to be quiet. Both of their breathes have gotten hotter and quicker after even a short amount of this. The teasing as the start had wound both of them up pretty tight.

Their fun interrupted by a voice outside the room, “where did you get to kid, you were supposed to be manning this station ” an older man grumbles. And then a series of footprints are heard walking away from the changing rooms.

They both let themselves breathe again and quickly continue their activities. Her fingers start to dig into his back as her orgasm starts to build and build until she feels she is gonna be overwhelmed, then the wash of pleasure as she peaks, she clamps down on him and he buries his face in her chest and she can feel his muscles start to tense under her.

Then the quick spurts of him releasing inside her. This pushes her even further and she starts to grasp and claw at his back trying to drive her hips even more into his, even though they could not possibly be any closer together. Her breath ragged she can feel him begin to soften inside her and she quickly gets up

She turns away from him and quickly starts putting on her clothes, she is embarrassed she let her passion get the best of her, she had wanted to talk to him and yet here she was again, his cum leaking out of her and her feeling just as confused as before.

She dresses quickly and walks out of the dressing room she leaves the shirt she had thought to buy in the room with him and slowly starts making her way to the front of the store, she doesn’t want to appear to be rushing out. She can hear the older man start to question the man she has just been with about where he had been, he quickly said he was helping someone a customer get something they wanted. The older man seemed satisfied with the answer

As she made her way past the exit of the store the cool of the air in the center of the mall washed over her hot skin and while it was quiet cool and refreshing compaired to that hot stuffy changing room the cool against heat also made her aware of something she hadn’t realized before. She wasn’t wearing her panties, a warm glob of semen ran down the inside of her left leg.

Damn how could she have forgotten them, did he find them or would the next person to go into the room find them. Damn it. She would have to go back at some point and actually talk to him, and finally tell him what she was thinking. But it wouldn’t be right now