Episode 2 - INTERLUDE in a CHANGING ROOM: by Michelle Debbie

This is a short memoir, because it was a short event, but it was a thrilling one, I've had a few, and sometimes they're the best, quick, frantic, anonymous and deliciously enjoyable.

The real events of course, are difficult to accurately or even successfully describe the heightened senses or the pure excitement. I'll try, but I have to admit, that I'm wondering at myself, and at how much I'm beginning to be impulsively drawn to this type of anonymous, random sexual encounter, and how much I really do enjoy them. 

Wednesday is my normal day off and I had pampered myself the previous evening, rubbing myself with bay rum. 
I massaged it deep into my skin, making it feel smooth, and soft, and of course, smelling divine. 
Getting up in the morning I took a shower where I gently rubbed a vulval balm into my intimate area.   I then went through my morning routine, before dressing and running downstairs for breakfast. 

I decided to spend the afternoon of my day off, shopping in the west end of the city.  It was warm so I was bare legged, and dressed simply in a dark blue wool skirt, with a pair of cotton Lycra panties, chosen because they hugged my figure nicely. 

I took the bus from Victoria station, and I went upstairs to sit by a window.  As I went up, there was a man sitting opposite the stairway, looking up at me as I climbed up to the top deck. 

Going from fashion store to fashion store, I became aware that I was being followed by the man from the bus. I hadn't seen him get off behind me, but as I looked at him I could see that he was quite attractive, somewhere between forty-five and his early fifties, and nicely dressed. 

In the next store I browsed through the racks of dresses, choosing three that I liked, and asked the assistant to be shown to the changing rooms. 

Looking back as I went into the changing booth, I saw the man standing back by the entrance to the corridor leading to the changing rooms. It was HIM. 

In the changing booth I put the three dresses onto the hangers, then taking off my shoes, skirt, slip and blouse I picked the first dress I was going to try on, holding it against myself I checked it for color in the full-length mirror before I was going to put it on. 

Unexpectedly I heard a sound behind me, and thinking it was the assistant I turned to see whether she'd brought me another dress to try, but I was shocked to find that it was the man who had been following me earlier. 

Frozen to the spot in just my longline bra and panties, my chest heaving, I opened my mouth to speak, but he put his hand over my lips and shook his head at me. 

He must have thought I was going to scream, but I had no intention of doing so. The suddenness of it was thrilling. I'm not embarrassed to say that I reeeeally wanted this. 

"Be very quiet." He whispered. 

Turning he slowly put the bolt over, locking the door, then reaching for my shoulders, he pulled me to him, kissing me roughly making me gush with wetness, before, without ceremony, lifting me bodily up onto the counter. 

He kissed me again, his tongue pressing deep inside my mouth, searching mine out and roughly pushing it around inside against my teeth He pushed my shoulders back against the wall, and reached down, pulling my panties to my knees, the material making a crackling noise as it swept down over my skin. 

Then, taking my ankles he lifted them up onto his right shoulder, I could feel the hard edge of the counter pressing into my upper hips, just below the small of my back, my knickers holding my calves close together, almost as if they were tied. 

He held me there almost helpless and very exposed to him and anything he wanted to do.   He quickly undid his trousers, and let them fall to his ankles, followed by his underpants, I felt his fingers pushing my labia apart, feeling me, opening me, pulling himself close to me, before, with a grunt, he pushed the head of his shaft into me. 

It was heavenly and as he pressed hard through the resistance of my muscles, I felt every inch of him as he went inside my wet spot. 

It was so exciting and visceral. 

An unexpectedly perfect way to break the boredom of the shopping expedition I was on, made all the more exciting because of where we were, and the naughtiness of what we were doing, so close to unsuspecting members of the public. 

I moaned in delight, as he held himself there for a second or so, gently pushing into me, and again he covered my mouth with his hand and shook his head, his eyes widening as he nodded urgently at the door. 

He smiled disarmingly and pushed my head and shoulders against the wall, so I didn't bang into it. 

He wrapped his right arm tightly around my thighs, holding me close to him, my knees close to his neck, and he held my cheek with his left hand, as he poised himself there, his shaft inside, filling me, the angle of my hips meant it was pressing up against the front wall of my wet canal, he waited briefly as I moved my body to get comfortable and to ease the pressure of the edge of my longline bra, which was digging into my ribs. 

Taking a deep breath, I pushed my hips into his pelvic girdle as firmly as I could and looking into his smiling face, waited expectantly. 

Then he set about me, pummelling my wetness with his stiff hard shaft, God, it was lovely, although his hand over my mouth held me silent, apart from the hissing of my breath through his fingers. 

Writhing with enjoyment as he thrust rapidly and firmly, deep into me, giving me incredible pleasure, not just from the physical action, but from the thrill of the forbidden risks we were indulging ourselves with, which was so incredibly exciting. 

His chin resting against my thighs, his breath hot on the skin of my knees, he kissed me on the legs, nibbling my soft flesh in between bouts of thrusting, turning my knees to jelly, as I wrapped my left arm around his upper bicep, whilst holding onto the edge of the worktop with my right hand, and feeling the raw power of his back muscles as he strained and pushed against me, and as I pressed back. 

He pounded away as fast as he could, his vigorous thrusts blending into one constant feeling of motion, turning my genitalia to a warm pulsing centre of pure pleasure, I was so excited that I dribbled my vaginal fluids over his upper thighs, I could hear the slopping sounds as he went in and out of me, accompanied by the 'slap, slap, slap' as his belly smacked into my bottom and the back of my upper thighs, his ball bag, brushing against my bum, hard enough for me to feel his testicles as they pressed into the soft flesh of my perineum. 

His hip action was smooth, without any clumsy or jerky movement, he drew his shaft in and out almost the full length, with a firm quick, undulating thrust, expertly bringing me up, quickly and powerfully, I felt myself squirting in excitement, coating the front of his belly and thighs with my slippery lubricants, and feeling the warm trickle as it dripped down my body crease and onto the floor below the counter. 

The probings became so fast that they merged into one warm and increasingly tingling sensation, building in my bottom, moving up through my core and making my nipples throb, as I curled my toes tightly together, up beside his neck. 

As I looked down, I could see the front of my stomach rippling and pulsing back and fore in time with his strokes, ever faster and harder as he worked to achieve the climax we both desired. 

I felt my womanhood squirming as if it was being twisted and squeezed by a strong hand deep inside me, the tip of his shaft reaching and bumping all the way inside my dark, wet and secret softness. 

It was so intense, I could hardly catch my breath, and I felt perspiration running down my temples as he brought me towards an immense and fulfilling climaxing experience, one so sudden and surprising by its unexpected initiation on his part, so abrupt and sudden that I found it difficult to cope with understanding what he was doing to me, but nonetheless relishing every moment of it.   He was merciless in his prosecution of my sensual vulnerability, ignoring my increasing responses, my wriggling and pushing up hard against the base of his shaft as it burrowed into me, widening the smallness of me down there with each powerful thrust, hard, rapid, deep and utterly fulfilling, powerfully, vigorously each penetration faster and deeper than the last, it was as if I was being opened from crotch to breastbone, my stomach a mass of moving twisting flesh and muscle tissue. 

As I began to relax and open up, I felt myself sliding down the wall until I rested on my shoulder and elbow, allowing him to cross my thighs and pull my body tight as he went into me like a fast-moving piston, my head and shoulders jerking back with each new entry. 

God, I was being pushed almost to within an inch of my life, and adoring the quickly building crescendo of pent up tension he was generating within me, my body, convulsing, moving firmly against him in a generational, century's old rhythmic dance, natural and very receptive, I felt almost as if my very womb was opening, ready to receive his hot flush of fluid. 

Watching his face, I could see he was close, his eyes tightly closed as he clenched his teeth, he rested his cheek against the outside of my knee, I felt his lips touch my skin there, sending a bolt through me that felt it was going to burst through my breasts. 

He took his hand from my thighs, while continuing to hold them tight against his shoulder with his arm, and clamped it over his mouth, pushing in and holding himself there. 

His shaft seemed to swell as his rim flared, and he pulled back, he climaxed and ejaculated, spraying himself into my wetness, pushing in again, he pumped another powerful pulse of fluid inside me, and continued with further injections, four or five more times. 

He shuddered and shivered, making muffled grunts with each violent spasm and as I climaxed almost simultaneously, a wave of intense tingling flooded through my chest, burning, almost scalding it flashed into me, feeling as though my body and heart were being gripped and shaken, from my bottom to my scalp. 

At that moment, I felt as though we were one, we held each other tight as we both physically blended, not wanting to part from our connection, as his thick heavy liquid soaked into me, drenching me, forming a pool at the top of my canal, some of it slowly leaking out around the base of his still pulsating manhood, but as he caught his breath, after a few seconds, reluctantly he pulled himself out. Our fluids spilled out from me, splashing onto the edges of the counter and down onto the linoleum covered floor, with a light pattering sound, forming a small puddle. 

This concludes, "INTERLUDE in a CHANGING ROOM"

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