It was a hot summer day, and Sarah had decided to treat herself to a shopping spree at the mall. She was a tall, curvy woman with big hips that swayed seductively as she walked. After trying on several outfits, she finally found the perfect dress – a form-fitting red number that accentuated her generous curves.
As she entered the changing room, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and smiled. She looked stunning. She slipped off her clothes and slipped into the dress, admiring herself in the mirror.
Just then, she heard a knock on the door. “Excuse me, ma’am, can I come in?” a voice asked.
Sarah opened the door to find a tall, handsome man standing outside. He was the store’s assistant manager, and he had come to help her with the zipper.
As he pulled the zipper up, his fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She turned to face him, and their eyes met.
For a moment, they just stood there, staring at each other. Sarah could feel her heart racing in her chest. She knew what was about to happen, and she wanted it.
Without saying a word, they fell into each other’s arms, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her big hips and pulling her close.
Sarah moaned with pleasure as he slipped his hand under her dress, finding her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped with pleasure.
He kissed his way down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and licking her nipples. Sarah ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
He lifted her up onto the changing room bench, spreading her legs wide. Sarah moaned as he licked her clit, teasing her with his tongue.
He entered her slowly, filling her up completely. Sarah wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her.
They moved together in a rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Sarah could feel herself getting close to the edge, and she urged him on.
“Harder, yes, harder,” she moaned, as he pounded into her.
Suddenly, she felt herself tipping over the edge, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure.
They collapsed onto the bench, panting and sweating. Sarah looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Wow,” she said, still breathless.
He smiled back at her. “I couldn’t agree more.”
Just then, they heard footsteps outside the changing room. Sarah quickly grabbed her clothes and slipped them back on, as he adjusted his own clothes.
They left the changing room, their faces flushed with pleasure. No one would ever know what had just happened.
But they would always have that memory – a passionate encounter in the changing room, fueled by desire and lust.
