In the dimly lit changing room of an upscale boutique, 24-year-old Emma, a petite brunette with a pixie haircut, adjusted her push-up bra, ensuring her ample breasts were lifted to perfection. She had just tried on a new dress and was about to change back into her clothes when she heard the door click open.
A tall, handsome man named Marcus, in his early thirties, stepped in, holding a shirt. He was clearly flustered. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his eyes meeting hers. “I thought this was the men’s changing room.”
Emma smiled, her heart racing. “It’s okay. I was just leaving.” But as she moved to step past him, their bodies brushed, and a spark of electricity seemed to pass between them.
Marcus’s gaze lingered on her, taking in her curves accentuated by the push-up bra. “You look amazing in that dress,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Emma felt a flush creep up her cheeks. “Thank you,” she replied, her breath hitching as he stepped closer.
Without another word, Marcus reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw before cupping her face. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a hungry kiss. Emma melted into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as their tongues danced together.
Marcus’s hands roamed her body, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra and pushing it aside. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard peaks. Emma moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against him.
Breaking the kiss, Marcus trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin. His hands slid down her body, pushing her dress up and finding the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers into them, pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor.
Emma gasped as his fingers found her wet folds, his thumb circling her clit while his fingers slid inside her. “Oh, Marcus,” she moaned, her head falling back.
He dropped to his knees, his tongue replacing his fingers, licking and sucking her clit. Emma’s hands tangled in his hair, her hips bucking against his face. “Yes, yes, right there,” she panted.
Marcus stood, quickly unzipping his pants and freeing his hard cock. He lifted Emma, pressing her against the wall and wrapping her legs around his waist. With one swift thrust, he entered her, filling her completely.
Emma cried out, her nails digging into his back. “Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the small room.
Marcus pounded into her, his breath hot against her neck. “You feel so good,” he growled, his hips moving faster.
Emma’s orgasm built, her inner muscles clenching around him. “I’m close,” she gasped, her body tensing.
Marcus reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, sending her over the edge. “Marcus!” she cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure.
Marcus followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. He held her tightly, their bodies trembling together.
They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breath before slowly untangling. Marcus kissed her softly, a promise in his eyes. “I’ll see you again,” he said, his voice a low promise.
Emma smiled, her heart racing. “I hope so,” she replied, her body still humming with pleasure.
As Marcus left the changing room, Emma couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. She knew this wasn’t the last time she would see him.
