Sarah always fancied herself as an empathetic and caring sort, but even she had her limits. Instead of enjoying her usual coffee break and a cheeky cigarette, she found herself legging it to the nearby shopping centre—only five minutes from her office. Why? Because her darling husband, currently unemployed and apparently allergic to basic responsibility, couldn’t be bothered to buy himself a shirt for tomorrow’s job interview.
Now here she was, scowling at a blue striped shirt in Target, its stitching so shoddy her half-blind mum could’ve done better. But on a single income, their budget was tighter than a corset. Sarah shoved the shirt back on the rail, her fingers landing on another option—a grey number with delicate black polka dots. It was hideous, of course, the kind of thing you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy, but at $30 on sale, it was all they could afford.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a phlegmy cough. She turned to find a lanky bloke beside her—jittery, glassy-eyed, and giving off that unmistakable “either not well or off his face on something” vibe. Probably both.
Letting the grey monstrosity fall to the floor, Sarah bolted from Target and straight into the shop opposite. She knew full well it sold nothing but high-end women’s fashion, and not a single item came under $500. Not even socks. What had her life become?
A sales assistant clocked her immediately, strutting over with a sugary smile that made Sarah’s skin crawl. But one look from Sarah—a glare honed from years of marital frustration—and the girl spun on her heel, leaving Sarah to browse in peace.
Smirking to herself, Sarah wandered between the racks, her fingers trailing over the fabrics—soft, luxurious, a world away from the polyester horrors in Target. A black blouse with sheer back panels and a subtle bow at the neckline caught her eye. The price tag? $759. She let out a low whistle. If that wasn’t daylight robbery, what was?
She glanced left, then right. The shop was practically deserted. With a swift, guilty motion, she let the blouse slip off its hanger, and as she bent down to “retrieve” it, she stuffed it into her handbag instead.
Straightening up, she turned to leave but froze. Her eyes locked with a security guard’s. Had he seen? Did he know? Her heart hammered as she weighed her options. She’d never nicked so much as a stick of gum before. She could pull the blouse out of her bag and return it, but wouldn’t that make her look even more dodgy? What if they dragged her into one of those back rooms to interrogate her? Or worse, called the police?
Forcing a smile, she realised her mistake immediately. Only people with something to hide smiled at security guards. Panic surged. She veered away from the exit, heading deeper into the shop instead. Grabbing a random, garish garment from a rack, she slipped into the fitting rooms.
She chose the furthest cubicle, despite the rest being empty. It wasn’t until she looked at what she’d grabbed that she nearly burst out laughing—a blouse in a riot of colours, covered in massive floral patterns. Worse still, it was entirely see-through.
She only discovered this once it was on because, of course, today of all days, she’d skipped a bra. That morning had been chaos—a rushed outfit, hastily thrown together after yet another half-hour row with her useless husband. That incompetent idiot.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Through the sheer fabric and all the pretty flowers, she could see her breasts quite clearly. She had very beautiful tits. The fabric felt very nice to the touch and she found herself teasing her nipples.
She was aroused.
She took off her pants. After a moment’s thought, she took off I panties and now stood in front of the mirror, looking at her large dark nipples that shone through the floral patterns and also at her well trimmed pussy.
Sarah picked up her phone and took a picture of herself in the mirror. The photo was great, too bad she can’t post it on Instagram. She took another picture, this time a provocative pose where she was touching her nipple with her other hand. Then she swiveled the comfortable chair towards the mirror and sat in it. She continued to take pictures. She concentrated on her large, practically naked breasts AND her fairly exposed pussy. Then she took pictures of her fingers playing with her pussy lips. She didn’t even have to check how wet she was in the photo. She could feel it.
She hadn’t been this aroused in a long time. She and her husband hadn’t had sex in a long time and she wasn’t usually one to complain.
The luxurious hanger that the blouse had originally been on was covered in black velvet. She began to tease her clit with the end of the hanger. Then she pushed it inside her pussy and moaned softly with pleasure. She continued to take pictures. Then she turned on the video and started pleasuring herself with the rack. She watched in the mirror as the long black narrow thing disappeared into her wet pussy, each time she pulled the hanger up it was visible that it was wet and had the fine mucus from her aroused pussy on it.
She sped up, not even realizing she was making loud noises as she did so, until the curtain was pulled back, a strange male figure shuffled into the cubicle behind her. The man pulled the curtain behind him and whispered into Sarah’s shocked eyes, “Do you need help?”
Before she could make up her mind, his shirt was off and he came close to her. He was very handsome. He had dark brown eyes and a well-groomed beard. He had a wedding ring on his finger, probably shopping for his wife here, but who gives a fuck.
“Yeah,” she said, letting the incriminating coat rack fall to the floor. “Please.”
By then the man had his penis out of his pants. Hard and really big. Veiny and smooth to the touch. Without warning, he gently slid it into Sarah and she welcomed him, grinding her hips together in a rhythm. He kissed her and she let him, her eyes closed, feeling the hard cock of a total stranger she hadn’t known a minute ago inside her.
With one hand, the man leaned back against the chair, keeping his balance over her, his other hand pulling up her see-through floral blouse and squeezing her breasts. It was quite certainly the best sex she’d ever had.
“What’s going on here?” A young salesgirl appeared between the open curtains of the booth. She frowned. She didn’t look shocked; it certainly wasn’t the first couple she’d seen having sex. But she was definitely pissed. “That’s not allowed here. Stop it now or I’m calling security.”
“You have an amazing cunt,” the man said in response.
“Shut up and fuck,” Sarah growled.
” It’s incredibly wet,” the man said, coming very forcefully. Sarah held him by both cheeks as if afraid he would stop. Like she was afraid he would take it out of her before she came, which would probably kill her. Really, it would. She could feel the rising wave of pleasure that was rising very, very slowly but steadily. She was approaching a very raging orgasm.
“Here,” came the voice of the irate young salesgirl. A security man in uniform appeared between the curtains.
“I must ask you to leave the store,” he said in a serious tone.
The man who had been fucking Sarah twisted the pupils, his face scrunched up into a wrinkled mask and he was squinting even harder now. A grinding sound carried through the stalls as two sweaty wet bodies bumped against each other.
“I’ll spray your cunt,” the man said in response, while Security shook his head in displeasure and the young salesgirl squeakily argued that she wasn’t going to wipe it then.
“Come on,” Sarah shouts quite loudly now, unable to help herself. Even the weird dude at Target can probably hear her. “I want it. Give me a full load.”
Then she arches her back as a wave of insanely powerful orgasm hits her. Her screams echoed in massive waves just as waves of cum rolled out of her vagina. The man on top of her, his cock still buried deep in her pussy, was heaving and twitching like he was having a death spasm.
“If you don’t leave immediately, I’m calling the police,” Security said.
The man struggled to his feet, slid his supple, wet penis back into his pants, and helped Sarah to her feet.
“No need,” the unknown man then told security. “We did it without police assistance. I will make sure to rate your store five stars.”
Sarah dressed quickly, the man took her under the arm, and as they passed the scowling saleswoman, Sarah pressed the flowered blouse into her hand and shook her head in displeasure.
“I think I’m looking for something more conservative,” she said with a smile.
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