The Changing Room

I was at the Gap on 34th Street in Manhattan and I was looking for some new clothing to wear. I was tired of the jeans, t-shirt and hoodie look. But I also had no idea what I wanted to buy.

The clothing were all created for skinny people who liked to expose their ankles - I was neither skinny nor willing to expose my ankles.

In any case - I needed new clothing and my wife did not come with me to shop. I didn't really like when she came with me. I enjoy shopping on my own and lately things had been kind of rocky.

I found some clothes to try on and I made my way to the changing room. There was a line and of course my impatience voiced its frustration. So I muttered, "Shit here we go again, another line."

There was a lady, perhaps in her thirties, standing in front of me and she turned around and laughed.

"You need to just be patient and go with the flow. Otherwise you'll drive yourself crazy." Her eyes were green and her black hair was cut short.

She was wearing a button down shirt, three buttons were left open which revealed a slight view of her bra and cleavage. She was also wearing some sort of skirt or something. (I am not that familiar with women's clothing)

We began to talk and she was flirting with me. I was kind of in denial because no one has flirted with me in years. "I am married!" I thought to myself and then I saw her lips form a smile which revealed her teeth, which, I found very sexy. Maybe I was just horny - I have no idea. It didn't matter - I was tired of the direction my life had been taking and I was throwing caution to the wind.

"Want to share a changing room?" I asked her with a smile.

"Whats a changing room? Its called a fitting room."

She laughed and I laughed, "Right."

"Yes I would like that." She said. I had an instant erection when I first glimpsed her open shirt, now? To quote Robin Williams from the Fisher King; "My hard on was the size of Florida."

She was next on line and was waved into fitting room number 3. When the lady walked away, she opened the door and called me over. I realized I didn't even know her name.

As soon as I was in the room, she grabbed me and put her lips against my lips. Her lips opened and I felt the feathered touch of her tongue. I licked her lips, and then I worked my way down her neck and pulled her bra up and set her breasts free.

The taste of her skin had a unique flavor to it - coarse yet sweet with a faint aroma of perfume. I began to kiss her breasts and as my tongue whirled around her nipples, she put her hand behind my head to push me closer into her.

"Bite me, not too hard, but; yeah like that..."

I made my way to her belly and then she picked up the front of her skirt and pushed my head down to her vagina. She was pulsating and biting her finger to stop from making any noise.

She was already wet when my fingers touched her clit and my tongue was tasting her sweetness. She pulled me up and then she pulled my pants down and took me in her mouth. She had a magical touch and it didn't take long for me to cum and she took it all in.

I was sweating and I decided not to try on the clothes I had chosen. It was my first time with another woman in over 25 years. I didn't feel guilt, I didn't feel shame. I wanted more of her but she left the store and I never saw her again.

I went home and quickly showered. It was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon, so no one was home yet. I couldn't get her out of my mind...I could still smell her on my shirt and I was instantly hard...

I never did get her name...