I found myself needing a new pair of jeans. The old paris was a little too ripped up to be wearing in public. Thus, I situated myself at Kohl's as soon as possible to get myself a pair. I found basicallyu an exact replica of the other jeans I had, and took it into the dressing rooms to try it on. All the stalls were open, and no one seemed to have been lurking in the area. I chose a stall at the back and entered. I shut the door behind my and lock it.
I take off my belt and undo my pants, dropping them to the floor.
Exposing my legs gave me a warm, satisfying chill that easily found its
way to my clit, concealed beneath my airlocked panties. I began to
think about things that got me going, and slowly pressured my finger on
top of my panties, massaging my ciltoris with the soft silk.
However, I begin to reconsider and hesitantly look back and
around. Still no one. It was then that I loosened my jacket and let it
drop to the floor. I then lightly squeeze my breasts, every movment of
my body sending more and more pleasurable chills down to my clit,
tempting me more and more. I look back again, almost with a
smirk...still no one. This time, I loosened the buttons in my shirt and
exposed my bra. Quickly undoing the strap of the bra that strained my
breasts to my chest, I threw it down in front of my, exposing most of
my fleshy breasts. I slide my hands under my shirt and up to them and
squeeze lightly, slowly harder...more pleasurable chills. Using my
right hand, I slid my hand over my stomachand down to my panties, where
my hand slipped beneath the smooth fabric to tease my hard clit. No
longer able to restrain myself, I slip down my panties and rub my clit,
pleasring myself like I hadn't done in what seemed like ages. I didn't
moan or let my pleasures be heard by any bystanders, but my reflexes
forced me to breathe harder, my chest shifting up and down with every
breath. I finally close my eyes and compile all my greatest sexual
pleasures into one thought and lean my head back against the wall. I
hear footsteps shuffle past behind the stall's door, but I ignore them
and rub my clit faster and faster, the clenching feeling progressively
becoming harder to resist, but I prolong as far as I can. Finally, I
let go, open my eyes, and look down at my pussy as it squirted several
thick streams of cum all over the stall's wall. I remain in position,
catching my breath, my naked body fully exposed with the exception of
what the shirt had covered still. I waited a few moments and got up. I
looked about the room and saw no one still. I put back on all my
underwear and clothing except for the pants I wore previously. Instead,
I pulled up the jeans I picked up, my wet fingers leaving small dark
marks on the fabric, and I fixed the button in place. A perfect fit.
SavoryIce
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