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Changing rooms
I had long been a frustrated crossdresser, frustrated only in that I seldom had the opportunity to indulge my desire to dress in ladies lingerie and particularly stockings and high heels. My wife was aware of my fetish and occasionally entertained my kinky habit by allowing me to dress for her before we fucked, even sometimes taking photos of me posing, masturbating or fucking myself with a dildo. Once or twice she had joined in and I think secretly enjoyed fucking my ass until my cock dribbled with precome. The problem was it just didn't happen often enough for me as c***dren and privacy restricted our opportunities, I occasionally dressed up by myself when I was away with work in hotels but again this was not often.
On this particular day I was going out shopping with my wife for a suit to attend a wedding. I was feeling horny from the moment I woke up and after my shower decided to be adventurous and wear some silky panties to go out in. I was tempted by stockings and suspenders but decided against these as i thought my wife might think me a pervert wearing them in town, particularly as I hadn't mentioned it to her.
I selected a bright orange pair which were comfortable to wear all day and not too frilly but still really sexy, I slipped them on and luxuriated in their touch before pulling on my chinos over the top.
I got a kinky thrill every time I thought of them under my trousers as we drove into town and later walked the busy streets between stores.
I'd found pretty much what I wanted in a large department store and after trying a couple of suits on had decided on style and colour but was just struggling to get the right fit. Every time I changed trousers I admired my orange panties in the changing room mirrors and rubbed my captive cock through the shiny material. My wife (unaware of my underwear choice) had agreed on my choice of suit but had other errands to run and said she would go ahead and get what she needed, leaving me to make my final selection.
Before she left she helpfully gained the attention of the young male sales assistant who had been busy restocking shelves in the department and asked if he could find trousers of a different size for me.
The young guy, probably only about 20, came over to see me in the changing area and asked how he could help. I explained that I thought the trousers I had on were a reasonable fit but possibly a little short in the leg.
“No problem” he answered cheerfully “I'll just check to see if we have the longer leg in that size.”
I returned to the cubicle and pulled the curtain across. A minute later I heard the lad outside, “hello sir, I have the longer leg”
I pulled back the curtain “Ah thank you I'll try those”, he handed me the hanger and I started to unfasten the button on the ones I was wearing as I drew the curtain once again.
“I notice you have training shoes on sir, they don't always give the best indication of length if you don't mind my saying”.
“No I realise that now, I didn't think of it when I put them on this morning”.
“I could get you a pair of leather shoes to try with them if that would help sir”.
“Oh that would be great if you could, I'm sure it would be easier to judge the length”.
“Can I ask what size sir?”
“Oh sure yes, size 9”.
“I'll just be a minute sir” he said as he left.
I slipped the trousers down over my legs and again rubbed my cock through the silky material, glancing at my reflection in the mirrors covering two sides of the cubicle. Taking the new pair from the hanger I fumbled with the fastened button before I could put them on, I was just stepping into the first leg when the curtain moved and the assistant poked his head through the opening. I stumbled as I tried to push my foot through the twisted material and the young guy reached into steady me as I wobbled in embarrassed panic.
“I do apologise sir, did I startle you?” He said, immediately adding “I’ve got the shoes, size 9”.
“No it's alright” I stuttered “I just lost my balance for a second”.
Without invitation he stepped into the cubicle and pulled the curtain across behind him.
“Here let me give you a hand sir, that's what I'm here for”.
Dropping the borrowed shoes on the floor he reached for the waistband of the trousers and eased the leg over my foot then held them as I stepped into the other leg, pulling them up over my thighs I could feel him staring at my crotch and my bright orange panties while he crouched before me, and my cheeks glowed with embarrassment.
For his part he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed and appeared to take the sight of my colourful underwear all in his stride.
“Let me help you get comfortable there sir” he said moving behind and lifting the trousers to my waist, his right hand slipped inside and moved straight over my cock, cupping the bulge of my genitals.
“Umm they feel nice as well as looking good don't they sir” he said quietly over my shoulder as he squeezed gently at my cock in between running his fingers over the silky fabric.
“I like it when a man is comfortable enough to choose the underwear he likes”, he paused, “and wear it out with his wife!”
He squeezed a little harder and my heart raced and cock twitched beneath the sheer cloth. His fingers gently massaged my now swelling member while his free hand ran over my stomach and up to my chest, circling my nipples causing them too to immediately stiffen and a slight shudder to run through my body.
Without speaking he pushed the loose trousers back down over my waist letting them fall to my ankles and moved around to face me again, his hands stroking at the lengthening rod in my panties.
As his fingers roamed over my body then began to undo my shirt buttons I found I didn't even want to stop him.
I had never had a gay experience (unless you count the clumsy wanks in the company of my best friend during adolescence) but I was bi curious, I'd had plenty of fantasies, mainly bi, involving men and women but some gay ones also, but now I just wanted to let him do what he was doing.
It felt wrong but at the same time really arousing, firstly he was a man, probably less than half my age, I could be his father for God's sake! And I was married, definitely not gay.
None of it mattered as he slipped the shirt from my shoulders and hung it on the peg behind me.
His smooth young hands ran over my shoulders again and down my back, reaching my waist before sliding over ass, squeezing my buttocks through the silky cloth.
Dropping to his knees my seducer traced his hands over the length of my legs encouraging me to step out of the wrinkled trousers, I did as he wished and stood now only in my socks and the bright orange silky panties.
“They suit you perfectly sir, the colour really compliments you” he said with a smile as he scanned my reflection in the mirrors.
Looking up to my face his expression turned to one of expectation while his fingers once again followed the contours of my swollen penis through the sheer satin, agonisingly slowly he hooked down the containing material which restrained my eager member allowing it to spring out, almost touching his face.
I stared into his dark eyes and he in turn held my gaze as he leaned in for his lips to touch the bursting knob at the end of my cock, the first time a man's mouth had felt me. Those wide lips pouted and kissed for just a second before parting to engulf the shiny purple head, all the time his unblinking brown eyes stared up at me, watching my reaction.
My entire body trembled and my breathing was quick and shallow, my buttocks tightened, thrusting my cock forward, deeper into his hot mouth.
Only now did he break eye contact to glance at our reflection in the mirror, and as I followed his eyes to look too my hands finally left my side to cup the back of his head, to steady myself and to guide that gorgeous mouth while I fucked his pretty face.
Far from resisting, that hungry mouth swallowed me deeper until his lips touched my balls and I felt his teeth tight on the base of my shaft, I held him there a second as my cock twitched at the back of his throat before releasing and we both gasped for air, his hands dragged my lovely panties down at last and held on to my ass while he swallowed me again and again, slurping at my stiff cock.
I watched in the mirrors now as I fucked this skillful cock sucker, or was it as he fucked me?
Stepping out of the silky cloth hooked at my ankles I spread my feet allowing me to thrust in earnest to reach a rhythm towards climax, he sensed my need and held the base of my cock, his firm fingers cupping my balls, wanking me ever closer to his reward.
In just a few strokes I reached an explosive orgasm, my buttocks taught as I blasted the back of his throat with my creamy load, his soft brown eyes looked up to see my ecstatic face and he swallowed hard before sucking me deep causing another series of spurts to unload on to his swirling tongue. My legs buckled and I leaned on his narrow shoulders to steady myself through the intensity of my orgasm.
His hands moving to squeeze the cheeks of my ass, held me close while I shuddered and trembled, jerking the last of the load from my softening member.
When he finally released my flacid cock he quickly retrieved my discarded panties and held them for me to step in to. “There you go sir, let's see how we get on now” he said as he pulled them over my thighs and tucked me in ensuring I was neatly dressed to the left. He then slipped my shirt over my shoulders and helped me in to the trousers before leaving the cubicle.
Composing myself I finished dressing, fastened the shoes he had brought and stepped out of the cubicle pulling the jacket on as I went, my young seducer was nowhere to be seen at first and it wasn't until I stood before a full length mirror on the shop floor that he appeared from behind me, “they are the perfect length sir” he said over my shoulder “will you be taking them, or is there something else I can help you with?”
“Uhh no” I stammered “as you say, they seem perfect”
“I'm sure you'll be very happy with them sir, if you'd just like to bring them to the cash desk when you're ready I'll pack them for you” and he turned and walked away.
I returned to the changing room and got back into my own clothes, taking one more look at myself in the orange panties, noting the damp stain now showing through the silky cloth.
When I went to the counter the young man was there to meet me and carefully folded and packed my new suit, after taking payment from my card he smiled at me warmly and said “I do hope you've enjoyed your shopping experience with us today sir and look forward to seeing you again soon”.
“Thank you very much, you've been most helpful” I replied in a similarly professional manner “and thank you especially for your personal attention I'll be sure to come again should I need anything else”
“I'll look forward to that sir and be sure to ask for me by name if you don't see me on the floor, it's Alex.”
“Thank you Alex I will” I said as I took the bag.
I would certainly remember Alex and may be back for a shirt and tie, perhaps soon I thought as I left to catch up with my wife.
I had long been a frustrated crossdresser, frustrated only in that I seldom had the opportunity to indulge my desire to dress in ladies lingerie and particularly stockings and high heels. My wife was aware of my fetish and occasionally entertained my kinky habit by allowing me to dress for her before we fucked, even sometimes taking photos of me posing, masturbating or fucking myself with a dildo. Once or twice she had joined in and I think secretly enjoyed fucking my ass until my cock dribbled with precome. The problem was it just didn't happen often enough for me as c***dren and privacy restricted our opportunities, I occasionally dressed up by myself when I was away with work in hotels but again this was not often.
On this particular day I was going out shopping with my wife for a suit to attend a wedding. I was feeling horny from the moment I woke up and after my shower decided to be adventurous and wear some silky panties to go out in. I was tempted by stockings and suspenders but decided against these as i thought my wife might think me a pervert wearing them in town, particularly as I hadn't mentioned it to her.
I selected a bright orange pair which were comfortable to wear all day and not too frilly but still really sexy, I slipped them on and luxuriated in their touch before pulling on my chinos over the top.
I got a kinky thrill every time I thought of them under my trousers as we drove into town and later walked the busy streets between stores.
I'd found pretty much what I wanted in a large department store and after trying a couple of suits on had decided on style and colour but was just struggling to get the right fit. Every time I changed trousers I admired my orange panties in the changing room mirrors and rubbed my captive cock through the shiny material. My wife (unaware of my underwear choice) had agreed on my choice of suit but had other errands to run and said she would go ahead and get what she needed, leaving me to make my final selection.
Before she left she helpfully gained the attention of the young male sales assistant who had been busy restocking shelves in the department and asked if he could find trousers of a different size for me.
The young guy, probably only about 20, came over to see me in the changing area and asked how he could help. I explained that I thought the trousers I had on were a reasonable fit but possibly a little short in the leg.
“No problem” he answered cheerfully “I'll just check to see if we have the longer leg in that size.”
I returned to the cubicle and pulled the curtain across. A minute later I heard the lad outside, “hello sir, I have the longer leg”
I pulled back the curtain “Ah thank you I'll try those”, he handed me the hanger and I started to unfasten the button on the ones I was wearing as I drew the curtain once again.
“I notice you have training shoes on sir, they don't always give the best indication of length if you don't mind my saying”.
“No I realise that now, I didn't think of it when I put them on this morning”.
“I could get you a pair of leather shoes to try with them if that would help sir”.
“Oh that would be great if you could, I'm sure it would be easier to judge the length”.
“Can I ask what size sir?”
“Oh sure yes, size 9”.
“I'll just be a minute sir” he said as he left.
I slipped the trousers down over my legs and again rubbed my cock through the silky material, glancing at my reflection in the mirrors covering two sides of the cubicle. Taking the new pair from the hanger I fumbled with the fastened button before I could put them on, I was just stepping into the first leg when the curtain moved and the assistant poked his head through the opening. I stumbled as I tried to push my foot through the twisted material and the young guy reached into steady me as I wobbled in embarrassed panic.
“I do apologise sir, did I startle you?” He said, immediately adding “I’ve got the shoes, size 9”.
“No it's alright” I stuttered “I just lost my balance for a second”.
Without invitation he stepped into the cubicle and pulled the curtain across behind him.
“Here let me give you a hand sir, that's what I'm here for”.
Dropping the borrowed shoes on the floor he reached for the waistband of the trousers and eased the leg over my foot then held them as I stepped into the other leg, pulling them up over my thighs I could feel him staring at my crotch and my bright orange panties while he crouched before me, and my cheeks glowed with embarrassment.
For his part he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed and appeared to take the sight of my colourful underwear all in his stride.
“Let me help you get comfortable there sir” he said moving behind and lifting the trousers to my waist, his right hand slipped inside and moved straight over my cock, cupping the bulge of my genitals.
“Umm they feel nice as well as looking good don't they sir” he said quietly over my shoulder as he squeezed gently at my cock in between running his fingers over the silky fabric.
“I like it when a man is comfortable enough to choose the underwear he likes”, he paused, “and wear it out with his wife!”
He squeezed a little harder and my heart raced and cock twitched beneath the sheer cloth. His fingers gently massaged my now swelling member while his free hand ran over my stomach and up to my chest, circling my nipples causing them too to immediately stiffen and a slight shudder to run through my body.
Without speaking he pushed the loose trousers back down over my waist letting them fall to my ankles and moved around to face me again, his hands stroking at the lengthening rod in my panties.
As his fingers roamed over my body then began to undo my shirt buttons I found I didn't even want to stop him.
I had never had a gay experience (unless you count the clumsy wanks in the company of my best friend during adolescence) but I was bi curious, I'd had plenty of fantasies, mainly bi, involving men and women but some gay ones also, but now I just wanted to let him do what he was doing.
It felt wrong but at the same time really arousing, firstly he was a man, probably less than half my age, I could be his father for God's sake! And I was married, definitely not gay.
None of it mattered as he slipped the shirt from my shoulders and hung it on the peg behind me.
His smooth young hands ran over my shoulders again and down my back, reaching my waist before sliding over ass, squeezing my buttocks through the silky cloth.
Dropping to his knees my seducer traced his hands over the length of my legs encouraging me to step out of the wrinkled trousers, I did as he wished and stood now only in my socks and the bright orange silky panties.
“They suit you perfectly sir, the colour really compliments you” he said with a smile as he scanned my reflection in the mirrors.
Looking up to my face his expression turned to one of expectation while his fingers once again followed the contours of my swollen penis through the sheer satin, agonisingly slowly he hooked down the containing material which restrained my eager member allowing it to spring out, almost touching his face.
I stared into his dark eyes and he in turn held my gaze as he leaned in for his lips to touch the bursting knob at the end of my cock, the first time a man's mouth had felt me. Those wide lips pouted and kissed for just a second before parting to engulf the shiny purple head, all the time his unblinking brown eyes stared up at me, watching my reaction.
My entire body trembled and my breathing was quick and shallow, my buttocks tightened, thrusting my cock forward, deeper into his hot mouth.
Only now did he break eye contact to glance at our reflection in the mirror, and as I followed his eyes to look too my hands finally left my side to cup the back of his head, to steady myself and to guide that gorgeous mouth while I fucked his pretty face.
Far from resisting, that hungry mouth swallowed me deeper until his lips touched my balls and I felt his teeth tight on the base of my shaft, I held him there a second as my cock twitched at the back of his throat before releasing and we both gasped for air, his hands dragged my lovely panties down at last and held on to my ass while he swallowed me again and again, slurping at my stiff cock.
I watched in the mirrors now as I fucked this skillful cock sucker, or was it as he fucked me?
Stepping out of the silky cloth hooked at my ankles I spread my feet allowing me to thrust in earnest to reach a rhythm towards climax, he sensed my need and held the base of my cock, his firm fingers cupping my balls, wanking me ever closer to his reward.
In just a few strokes I reached an explosive orgasm, my buttocks taught as I blasted the back of his throat with my creamy load, his soft brown eyes looked up to see my ecstatic face and he swallowed hard before sucking me deep causing another series of spurts to unload on to his swirling tongue. My legs buckled and I leaned on his narrow shoulders to steady myself through the intensity of my orgasm.
His hands moving to squeeze the cheeks of my ass, held me close while I shuddered and trembled, jerking the last of the load from my softening member.
When he finally released my flacid cock he quickly retrieved my discarded panties and held them for me to step in to. “There you go sir, let's see how we get on now” he said as he pulled them over my thighs and tucked me in ensuring I was neatly dressed to the left. He then slipped my shirt over my shoulders and helped me in to the trousers before leaving the cubicle.
Composing myself I finished dressing, fastened the shoes he had brought and stepped out of the cubicle pulling the jacket on as I went, my young seducer was nowhere to be seen at first and it wasn't until I stood before a full length mirror on the shop floor that he appeared from behind me, “they are the perfect length sir” he said over my shoulder “will you be taking them, or is there something else I can help you with?”
“Uhh no” I stammered “as you say, they seem perfect”
“I'm sure you'll be very happy with them sir, if you'd just like to bring them to the cash desk when you're ready I'll pack them for you” and he turned and walked away.
I returned to the changing room and got back into my own clothes, taking one more look at myself in the orange panties, noting the damp stain now showing through the silky cloth.
When I went to the counter the young man was there to meet me and carefully folded and packed my new suit, after taking payment from my card he smiled at me warmly and said “I do hope you've enjoyed your shopping experience with us today sir and look forward to seeing you again soon”.
“Thank you very much, you've been most helpful” I replied in a similarly professional manner “and thank you especially for your personal attention I'll be sure to come again should I need anything else”
“I'll look forward to that sir and be sure to ask for me by name if you don't see me on the floor, it's Alex.”
“Thank you Alex I will” I said as I took the bag.
I would certainly remember Alex and may be back for a shirt and tie, perhaps soon I thought as I left to catch up with my wife.
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