The Dressing Room 34

Author Note: This was an "assignment" by my editor to write a scorching 750 word "first time" encounter story without references to specific body parts or sex acts. So, the language is intentionally a bit indirect. I hope I accomplished my goal. Please comment if you think I did (or did not). Enjoy!

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

I spent a lot of time at my local men's clothing store. I liked to look good--that's not a lie. But Zoe, who worked at the store on weekends, was the main reason I was a great customer. Zoe had a knack for picking out things that looked great on me. Plus, she was hot. At about 5'2", she was petite with shoulder length straight blond hair and blue eyes.

I thought a million times about asking her out, though I was certain I wasn't her type. She seemed to like me but never flirted. Though as a guy who should have lost his virginity a decade ago, I really don't know if I could detect if someone was flirting with me or not.

Plus, I was a rule follower, and all of my rules did not allow sex. There were religious rules, "moral" rules, and parental rules. If you have a rule, I'll follow it.

I stopped in late one Saturday afternoon to pick up a pair of pants for a party. Zoe greeted me with a welcoming smile. She was wearing short white shorts and a pink top with spaghetti straps. It was near closing time so she locked the door behind me so no one else could come in the store.

I picked out several pairs of pants and took them into the dressing room. I tried them all on but none looked great, so I put them in a pile on the floor, planning to gather them on my way out.

Zoe stuck her head in, seeing the mess of clothes on the floor. I felt the need to apologize to her.

"I guess I broke the rule about having only 2 articles of clothing at a time in the dressing room. I'm sorry."

"I hate rules," she replied. "My rule is that rules suck."

"I have one more thing that I think you'll like. May I come in?"

"Sure," I said, having no idea what was about to happen.

Zoe walked in the dressing room wearing only her white bra and panties.

I stood paralyzed for a moment, which was all the time she needed to strip me to my briefs.

"Keeping these?" she asked holding that pants I had on just moments before.

I shook my head, still unable to speak while marveling at her body. She tossed them on the pile.

I never thought that I would lose my virginity in a dressing room. Turns out, it was perfect. Small but big enough for two of us. Full length mirrors on each wall gave us an unencumbered view of the action. The pile of clothing on the floor would serve as a perfect "mattress."

We began standing up. Gently pinning her petite frame against the mirror on the door, I undid her bra and slipped her panties down.

I feasted on her beautiful body, roaming--everywhere. I saved the best of her for last. She watched me devour her from the mirror opposite us.

She collapsed on me. I lowered her small frame to the floor, her bare skin making a sliding noise against the mirror.

She did not bask for long. Standing up, I pressed my back against the same mirror. I thought I knew what would happen next. I did not.

"Turn around," she commanded. Now my face was against the mirror, a circular haze formed as my breaths quickened.

My briefs fell to the floor. Her hands slipped between the mirror and me and instantly found what they were looking for, working me while her tongue did unspeakable things behind.

I exploded onto the mirror she had me pinned against. She smiled as the fruits of her labor ran down the glass to the carpet below.

We moved to the pile of clothes on the floor. It was their turn to be part of the fun, and Zoe's turn to be face down. She complied with an expectant smile, the soft clothes cushioning her knees.

I settled in behind her, pausing briefly to admire her submissive body in front of me. I took her gently at first. Then, I became relentless, released from my prison of rules. Her palms pressed flat up against the mirror in front of us as she pushed back into me.

I finished her and let her sink, undone, into our makeshift bedding. I followed soon after--another mirror showered, running down and washing away her handprints on the glass.