(Hi guys! Thanks for the feedback on my previous stories. This will be my fifth story on this forum. I am going for a one-shot story this time. If strangers and public places are a turn-on for you, this one will be enjoyable. Hope you guys like it! Don't forget to comment and rate! Read on!)
I scanned about the trial area to count the number of change rooms the store had. It was a pretty fashionable brand in a central location of the mall, so the large crowd gathered on a weekend wasn't too surprising for me. All the eight trial rooms seemed occupied as I turned my head to notice feet at the bottom of each which confirmed my thoughts.
"How long will Sally take, man?", I grimaced to myself as I turned my hand to check my watch.
Sally was my best friend. We had known each other since we were in 6th grade. We were together all the time in school. We studied together, played together and eventually decided to go to the same college together. In college, things changed to an extent. I think being together all the time wasn't going to continue to remain a natural thing to do for two people who are just friends. She was really pretty though. She was slim, about 5'6" tall, had gleaming fair skin and a very infectious smile that her long straight black hair almost covered when they were let down. She was the best player of the basketball team even among some talented seniors and aced her scores. These were the reasons she was often linked with me even though we were not going out. We would try to catch up once a day at least but her basketball commitments and my football practice kept us busy. There were many guys who liked Sally. She was likable. But very few approached her in the first two years of our college life. I assumed that was because they all thought she was my girlfriend. But Sally wasn't my type at all. Far from it.
As I sat outside trial room #5 impatiently, my thoughts wandered to my own recent relationship. I had started dating this cute girl at the end of my first year. I would say I was a pretty average looking person, but I knew I had good physique. My involvement in sports ensured I had a muscular but athletic and well-toned body. My 6-foot frame and jet medium-length black hair were the reasons girls liked me according to my then-girlfriend. We started dating 6 months after I started college, but It was nowhere close to fun for me and we eventually broke up a month back. Since the break-up, Sally had been dragging me around on weekends wherever she wished. I sensed she was just trying to make me feel better, but waiting for her while she shopped and being misunderstood as her boyfriend if we were spotted by someone I know in the mall, were wearing me out now.
"Sally, are you knitting a sweater in there?", I asked mockingly as I tapped her trial room door.
The door immediately burst open and Sally stood proudly in a long white summer dress that had thin shoulder straps and ended just above her ankles. "What do you think, Max?" Sally enquired while twirling around to let her dress rise in the air as she took a full circle.
"Pretty good if you want a role as a Disney princess!"
"Hmmph! You have no taste!", Sally rebuked at my laughing face as she turned around to the door. "I have five more dresses to try out and I'm not going to show them, since you don't appreciate my undeniable charm!"
"Gee! I'm so unlucky, aren't I?" I replied with my innate sarcasm as I saw the door of trial room #5 close on me.
Almost in the same motion, the door for trial room #6 swung open and out stepped one of the most beautiful women I had ever set my eyes on. She was tall (5'10" by my estimate) and curvy. I could imagine some of my friends who preferred slim girls calling her too curvy for their liking, but I was instantly mesmerised. To add to that, her dark skin almost gave off a bronze shine as she walked out of the room into the light. She had short golden hair which fell softly on her shoulders as she turned and faced the large mirror at the end of the corridor. The trial room mirrors were oddly small which made many customers come out and turn towards the life-sized mirror on the wall adjacent to trial room #8. As the dark skinned beauty checked herself out in the mirror, I let my gaze travel all along her body. She was wearing a short white dress which seemed like the attire models donned for celebrity party events I would see on TV. It was body-hugging tight and barely covered her thighs. The part that made my bulge grow most was the deep cleavage and the way the dress enhanced her large spherical breasts. I don't think I had seen anything more perfectly shaped in my life.
As my stare continued along her cleavage up to her shoulders, I longed to see her face properly. Her back was towards me but I knew I would get a perfect view of her reflection in the mirror. She was extremely pretty! I assumed this was what they reserved for the phrase 'drop-dead gorgeous'! As I began smiling at my exotic discovery, she caught me starting at her. For a second, our eyes met and I was transfixed in part horror and part awe. I quickly turned my gaze away but I was half-sure I caught a mischievous smile on her face during my getaway. I made a few awkward glances at the floor and the trial room in front of me, as I felt her check herself out from the corner of my eye. Once she seemed to get back into trial room #6, I heaved a sigh of relief. I had been caught staring at girls before but this was intense. She was definitely a decade older than me but almost got me aroused with a 10 second show. I wondered how the Playboy cameramen managed to work with a straight head.
"Errmmm.... Excuse me?"
I turned to see the voice coming from trial room #6, as the woman I had just ogled stuck her head out and gestured towards me.
"Me?" I asked her nervously, half-afraid my gaping ways had landed me in trouble.
"I need some help. Can you please come here for a sec."
I got up and approached her room with anxiousness, to find her with her back facing towards me. The dress had a very low back and a small zip below it until the end of the dress.
"I'm not able to unzip this. Can you please help me if you don't mind?" She asked in such a smooth voice that even if I had harboured murderous intentions, I would have agreed immediately.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching but the entrance to the area was in front of trial room #1 so it would be impossible for someone to notice from there. On the other side, trial rooms #7 and #8 were closed. I decided to go with the flow.
"Sure. Can I step in?"
"Yeah come on in," she replied with a child-like smile and gave me some room to enter the space beside her.
I closed the trial room door without locking it and took position behind her. A third person could not have fit in the cramped room, so this was making me really sweaty. There was a small mirror in front of her on which I could see her reflection smiling back at me. With sweaty fingers I tugged the zip she was struggling with. As she mentioned, it wouldn't budge.
"Damn! I'm stuck in this stupid dress. I knew I was too fat for this!" she exclaimed as I tried pulling the stuck zip down with my right hand again.
"No! No! You're perfect. This dress seems faulty to me," I thought I was stretching my luck, but the response was encouraging.
"Hehe. Thanks, cutie!" She gave me the million-dollar smile again through the reflection and continued, "Try harder. Don't be shy now. Hold me for support, sweetie."
She pushed the backside of her body closer to mine which gave me permission to boldly wrap my left hand around her waist for support as I tugged harder on the zip with my right hand. The feeling of her stomach's soft flesh through the thin dress was exciting enough. The sight of her bare back with its beautiful shoulder blades was turning me on badly. She placed her palms on the mirror for support as I gave a hard pull to pull the zip down successfully. The resulting loss of balance pushed my left hand upwards onto her breasts as my lower body rubbed into her ass. I could hear a few soft noises from her that sounded like erotic moans each time I pulled but I wasn't entirely sure of her intentions. On my 20th attempt or so, the zip completely pulled open revealing her silky bare back. It was getting quite arousing for me and at this point I was letting her know the same with my now-enlarged bulge pressed against her rear.
"Wow! Someone is really turned on, huh?" She spoke in a sensual voice as she straightened her back so that most of the front of my body was now in contact with the back of hers.
"I saw your horny face when you were ogling me outside the trial room," she continued as I felt her hands turn backwards and tug my shorts down. "You've been a bad boy and you're gonna pay now!"
She ordered me to lock the trial room door from the inside. As I turned my upper body to follow her orders, she pulled my shorts down forcefully till they were around my ankles.
"Errr....Ma'am? I don't think this is a good idea!" I gawked as a combination of fear and sexual excitement made me lose my usual calm.
