We heard the unmistakable moaning, slurping sounds that could only mean someone was getting a blow job; and we had to try and see who it was. Closer to the dressing room door, a low, pleasure-filled groan was heard and the slurping sound continued. The top of a man's head was visible over the ¾ door. The door was held to the booth by large hinges that left a gap between the door and the frame.
My Aunt Heather pushed closer to the door and I was right behind her. Through the gap in the door we saw a woman's face; the sales woman we had encountered earlier. Her face was about waist high and she was deep-throating the man's cock. Heather nearly backed into me, her hand over her mouth in what I took to be shock.
The man said, "I'm going to cum in your mouth." In a breathy voice.
The slurping stopped and the woman replied with a sultry, breathy, "Yes."
There was a gagging sound and I could see the man had forced his cock back into the woman's mouth. He was pumping her mouth as if it were a pussy. He was breathing raggedly. Through the crack in the door, we could see his balls slapping against her chin. "I'm – cumming!" The man groaned in a low, repressed yell.
The woman's hands grabbed onto his ass and kept his cock deep in her throat as his body jerked and he moaned, "Ah-ah-ah." And then his body went limp and we could hear her gulp down the load she had taken. The man was trying to control the volume of his moans, but he could be heard plainly enough. The woman too was moaning now and kind of cooing and then Heather was pulling me away.
She pulled me into a dressing room on the other side of the room and pressed her body to mine at the back of the room away from the door. She whispered, "Someone's coming."
"No shit." I replied with a soft laugh.
Heather put her hand over my mouth. "Shhh."
I heard someone come into the common area; there was a rustle of clothes and then the sound of a metal hanger on a metal bar. Then, footsteps receded away and we waited.
The dressing room door across the way opened and the man stepped out anxiously looking around. We had a perfect view from our vantage point and we were pretty sure the man could not see us. He was tall, about six feet and thin, with dark brown, neatly combed hair and a clean-shaven face; I would've guessed he was in his mid thirties. When he was sure the coast was clear, he adjusted his zipper then looked back into the dressing room from where he came. "Come on." He said, "The mirror out here is better."
The woman came out, holding a sweater under her chin to catch the cum that was dripping down her chin. The man stopped and looked around the room. "That was fantastic." He said adjusting his pants.
The woman was nearly fifty, but she had the look on her face of a young girl who had just given her first blow job. She was attractive, but not beautiful, her body was slender, topped off with large, D-Cup tits. Her hair at one time had been blonde, but now was a whitish-blonde and shoulder length. She hesitated at the mirror, looking down at the sweater. "God, you came a lot."
"I was pretty fuckin' horny, you got me so hot."
"I think that was Linda that came in, my boss."
The man checked his reflection in the mirror then snuggled up behind her. His hands came around and cupped her full, bouncy breasts. "She didn't see us."
"She might not have seen us, but she probably heard you when you came." She handed him the sweater. "You have to buy this now."
He looked at the sweater and laughed, "Not to worry."
She turned around and kissed him on the mouth. "When do I get my turn?"
The man patted her ass and kissed her on the cheek, "How about tomorrow night?"
"What about tonight?" She pushed away from him. "I'm horny too, ya know."
