Fitting room pics

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Request - Fitting room pics

Way back in the good old days most fitting rooms/changing rooms had curtains to draw closed and I saw many interesting views. Too bad most now have doors. Any sexy ladies want to share pics taken inside so we can still peek?

 

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does this inspire anyone to post pics?

Here's my fantasy, would anyone care to share some pics to go along with it?

I imagine that I am clothes shopping with my wife, dutifully carrying the growing armload of items she intends to try on. Out of the corner of my eye I spot an attractive female perusing the clothes racks ad well, equally as diligent about selecting her own assortment of garments. She catches me watching her and smiles politely and I decide to take that cue to refocus on my task at hand begore I get caught. Finally we head for the fitting rooms and my wife enters one midway down the hallway. I take up residence in the chair by the doorway and wait for her to come out in the first outfit. While I'm waiting who should walk past but the flirty smile lady. I watch her sexy butt as she walks down the hall and enters the large fitting room directly at the end.*I hear the door click and my wife emerges to model for me and check herself out in the tripple mirror next to mr at the fitting room entry. She doesn't seem to like it very much and retreats back to try on another outfit. No sooner does her door close when I hear another one open. It's my friend at the end and she appears to be doing the same, heading toward me and the tripple mirror for a look. I try not to stare, offering up another curt smile but it's difficult to look away. She's wearing a sheer ivory blouse that does little to disguise the fact that she's not wearing a bra, her dark pink nipples clearly visible to me. She pauses in the mirror lomg enough for our eyes to meet and her smile takes on a more devilish appearence. I watch her walk all the way back and as she reaches her room she reaches back and unzips her skirt revealing the t-back of her purple thong to me just as her door closes.

My mind is reeling as my wife reappears with her next outfit on. This one meets with slightly more approval as she twists back and forth in the mirror. I try to pay attention to her but my brain is still in shock over the flirtatious maneuvers it just witnessed. I make some sort of reassuring comment on how good it looks on her and she takes one more look and heads off to change again. As if on cue the naughty tease at the end comes out in her next outfit. This time it's a pink blouse, not nearly as sheer but unbuttoned very low and a gray skirt that she seems to be holding up behind her back. As she reaches me she turns her back toward me and motions with her eyes over het shoulder and down. My eyes follow and I see that she is indeed holding the skirt shut with her hand. Assuming that she's seeking assitance I stand up from my seat and as I do I notice she's left her fitting room door open and there on the floor atop the previous skirt and blouse is a purple thong. Her eyes haven't left me, she's orchestrating her tease perfectly and reveling with joy at her success. As I approach her she twists slightly causing her blouse to flare open and display her naked breast to me.Then as I reach for the zipper at the back of her skirt her other hand swings back around to join the other and she proceeds to pull the two sides open revealing her tight little butt to me. I feel my khakis begin to tighten and decide to turn the tables on her little game. I grasp her skirt tightly, clenching it in my fist and drawing it taught across her butt and thighs. Her eyes widen as she quickly looks into mine and now it's my wicked grin raising her tempetature as my other hand slips inside the back of her open skirt, a finger landing on each cheek and a third pressing into the crevice between while my forefinger and thumb grab the zipper. Ever so slowly I raise the zipper, my fingers trailing lightly against her bare flesh until they lift off across her lower back. Her body shudders and her mouth opens slightly as she fights to regain her composure. There are no games in the mirror this time and she immediately heads back down the hall.

As my wife comes out in her next outfit my thoughts are in the room down the hall, thoughts of yanking that skirt up, thoughts of ripping that blouse open, thoughts of taking that stranger right there in her dressing room and filling her with my throbbing manhood that she so effectively teased. My wife sensed my distraction and promised to hurry but also pleaded for patience. I appologized and told her to take her time, playing it off as just thinking about a big project at work.As soon as my wife's door closes I immedistely stare down the hall, wondering how the chess match will proceed. The answer doesn't take long. With two feet pointed in my direction in front of her door I anticipate it opening but it doesn't. Instead I watch in awe as she squats down on her haunches, exposing her sex to my view under the door. Her fingers descend upon it, alternating from straddling her erect but to curling inside and back again. In just a few short moments her fingers begin to deftly swirl in a circle until her thighs slam shut around her hand and a faint whimper escapes.

The sound of my wife's door opening shocks me back yet again, what an afternoon this has turned out to be. I force myself to be much more attentive this time and I sense her relief. She goes back I to change again with a little bounce in her step and I exhale my own relief. Suddenly the door at the end of the hall opens and I am resigned to the fact my fun is over. Dressed in her original attire, I watch each step as she walks toward me. My mind races to find the perfect worfs to say and as she approaches time slows to a crawl, just like in those slow-motion action sequences. My mouth opens but no words come out. I watch as she raises her hand toward me, the two fingers that I just watch pleasuring her extend into my open mouth. My lips close around them, my tongue swirls against them, my head follows as she strides past until those fingers slip from between my lips. My head snaps back as I hear my wife's door open She too is redressed with no outfits in hand. She answers my question before I can ask it stating she didn't see anything she liked. I chuckle to myself that I sure did, the taste of which is lingering on my tongue.