The Fitting Room

When a fantasy becomes real

May was shopping for some new clothes. As a mom with a young baby, she wanted to shake off the feeling of restraint that had been her life for the last year, and find something that showed off her inner strength, and that gave her the kind of energy she remembered having, long ago.
She’d found herself a couple of dresses and had taken them to the fitting rooms to try them on, hoping that the work she’d done to get her body back in shape would mean these new clothes would hug a figure that brought back her confidence and joy.
While she’d been shopping, she’d been messaging a new friend, a guy she’d met online and gone as far as meeting for a drink two nights previous. Both being around 35, they’d hit it off, and enjoyed talking at length about some of the things they’d wished they’d done, imagining together what excitement their lives might have included had they made different choices along the way. Their shared sense of adventure gave them both hope that the future was not yet written, and may just open up fresh opportunities to take risk and find excitement.
When May entered the fitting room, she pulled the door closed, hung up the dresses on the rail and looked at herself in the mirror. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she peeled herself out of her leggings and her sweater, avoiding watching herself undress. She was down to her underwear, and reached over to the rail to pick the first dress.
At that moment, she heard the door click, and within a milli-second she felt a hand across her mouth and another one over her eyes. She felt warmth on her ear as a male voice whispered ‘guess who?’ into her ear.
Her initial impulse was to scream, but the hand over her mouth muffled her voice. Her brain raced, and she lifted her foot in preparation for stamping backwards, when her memory matched the tone of his voice, and suddenly her fear turned to arousal.
‘That’s right’, he whispered, ‘you know me, and you know what’s happening here.’
Her body melted, she felt weak at the knees as his words touched her. This was one of the things they had talked about. A surprise liaison, somewhere public, being pounced on.. her mind raced, and her heart pounded in her chest. She pushed back into his grip, and went to turn around.
‘No’, he said, as he let his hands drop from her mouth and eyes, but take up new positions, one arm around her middle and the other at her shoulder, his hand across her neck, ‘stay still, and do exactly as I say.’
She froze, feeling a deep and penetrating warmth spreading in her core. His power held her, not through physical strength, but by will.
She looked in the mirror to see herself in his grip, his arms holding her, and his face above her, a wicked smile on his lips and a glint in his eye.
He drew the shoulder straps of her bra down her arms, and tugged the cups down to release her heavy breasts, exposing her nipples to the warm air, hard, and sensitive. His hands massaged her mounds from each side, and his fingertips pinched and squeezed her nipples, sending shivers through her chest like lightning strikes.
‘I knew you’d be this beautiful beneath your clothes’, he said, as his hands caressed her soft smooth skin. She flushed, feeling every touch on her body, as if it was a stream of water washing away her self-doubt. She stiffened in his embrace, and pushed back against him as her need began to overcome her hesitance.
‘Mhmm’, he purred, ‘you’re wanting more, yes?’
She nodded, and his hands lowered to her panties, tucking into the waistband and drawing them slowly down over her thighs, letting them fall to the floor past her knees. His fingertips rose up her thighs, his arms reaching from behind, to find the tuft of neatly trimmed hair at her pubic mound. He touched her, and felt how her flower was already open, oozing honey and inviting him to take her. She pushed back against, just as his hands drew back and she heard the sound of his belt buckle and zipper being unfastened in turn. She braced herself, stretching her arms out so her hands pressed against the mirror. She looked at herself, a picture of naked womanhood, offering herself like a sacrifice to his pleasure. She shuffled her feet apart and pressed her ass back further, leaning forward and arching her back.
She felt his hands return to her body, one placed at the small of her back, just beneath the furthest extent of her long dark hair, and the other on her hip. She felt his heat between her thighs just before his cockhead nudged against her labia, slipping forward and back a few times before rising up to test her aching wet hole. The tingles between her legs spread and turned to a deep pulsing pleasure as he entered her, rocking gently at first to gain entry, until her soft flesh gave way to his persistence and drew him inside. The feeling of having his deliciously thick cock massage her, then breach her, gave her a deep sense of fulfillment as she heard him moan behind her. As he began to thrust, she matched his rhythm, rocking back against him to draw him deeper. She began to sigh as her pleasure spread, and the thickness inside her ground against the corduroy pad of her g-spot. She felt him reach forward and put his hand over her mouth, pulling her a little more upright to stifle her sounds. His other hand gripped her hair, tugging it as he pressed himself hard against her butt with each stroke.
The sounds of their bodies grinding together began to fill the fitting room, along with the smell of their sex. Their movements became more animal as they fucked, him thrusting deep and hard, savouring the way her tight soft walls gripped his shaft, her feeling every inch of him sending deeply satisfying sensations directly to her core. She couldn’t help but feel beyond control when her thighs began to tremble and the pulsing throb of pleasure grew into the first phase of her climax. Her core tightened, her breath, heavy through his fingers, became frantic, and her body began to shiver as she leaned harder against the mirror. His thrusts became more constant, more firm, building a strong, powerful rhythm as his thick hard shaft ground into her, sending her into a state of near oblivion as her climax reached its crescendo and her body shuddered and shook, her feet raised on toe-tips and her knees locked tight. His hand slipped from her hair to her belly, holding her as waves of pleasure rolled through her. She panted deeply, gasping for oxygen as his hand released her mouth, tracing a line back across her shoulder and down her spine, sending a second wave of tingling delight through her body.
She felt him hold her, momentarily, then lean forward and breathe against her neck. ‘This life is worth living every moment with you’, he whispered, ‘we can write our future on each other’s skin.’
And with that, she felt his presence slide from her body, heard his zipper rise and his belt fasten, and he left.
May stood with her head toward the floor, leant against the mirror shaking for a moment longer, then caught a glance of her reflection, naked, ravaged, trembling with an intense sense of satisfaction. Her skin glowed with perspiration and the heat of passion. She felt alive, adored, and astonished. What force had she let into her life? What dark power was awakened within her that could leave her like this?
She shivered, not from cold, but from potential, and she smiled. She smiled the kind of smile that stays buried for months, even years, when you lose yourself in the day to day of life. She smiled the broad smile of self-satisfaction. The smile of self-assurance that reminds you that you’re someone special, someone important, and someone seen.