One day, I decided to visit a high-end clothing store in New Delhi, known for its exquisite Indian attire. As I entered, I noticed a stunning woman, Riya, who appeared to be in her late twenties, perusing the sarees. She was a head-turner with her dark hair, striking eyes, and delicate features. I couldn’t help but approach her.
“Hi, I couldn’t help but notice your excellent taste. Are you looking for something special?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Riya looked at me, intrigued. “Yes, I’m looking for a red saree for my cousin’s wedding. But I can’t seem to find the right one.”
I suggested, “Why don’t we try a few on and see how they look?”
She agreed, and we headed to the changing room area. I entered the room next to hers, and we started trying on our selected sarees. After a few minutes, I heard Riya’s soft voice, “Hey, can you help me with this pleat?”
I stepped out of my changing room and entered hers, finding her with her back to me. I approached her and started fixing her pleats, feeling a sudden spark as our bodies touched.
Riya turned around, looking up at me with her big, brown eyes. “Thank you.”
Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her. She responded eagerly, and our bodies pressed against each other. Our hands started to explore, and soon, we were both breathless with desire.
Riya unbuttoned my shirt, and I unzipped her dress. We moved to the bench in the changing room, and I started kissing her neck as my hands gently caressed her breasts. She let out a soft moan, and I could feel her body shudder with pleasure.
She undid my pants, and I slid her lacy panties to the side. I entered her slowly, and we both sighed with contentment. Our rhythm was perfect, and the bench creaked softly with each thrust.
We heard a knock on the door, and a salesperson asked if everything was alright. “Yes, all good,” we replied in unison, trying to stifle our laughter.
Riya wrapped her legs around me, and we continued our passionate dance. I could feel her getting close, and I quickened my pace. She cried out with pleasure, and I followed, filling her with warmth.
We caught our breath and got dressed, leaving the changing room with a secret we would never forget.
From then on, we made sure to visit that store more often, always finding an excuse to steal a moment of passion in the changing room.
