In the dimly lit changing room of an upscale boutique, 25-year-old *Lena* adjusted her new push-up bra, admiring how it accentuated her curves. She was alone, or so she thought, until she heard a soft cough behind the curtain.
“Excuse me, miss,” a deep, smooth voice murmured. “I seem to have lost my way. Could you perhaps guide me out?”
Lena’s heart raced as she recognized the voice of *Marcus*, the handsome store manager she had been secretly admiring for weeks. She hesitated, then pulled the curtain aside just enough to peek out.
Marcus stood there, his eyes locked onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips. “I must admit, I’ve been wanting to speak with you for quite some time, Lena,” he confessed, stepping closer.
Lena’s breath hitched as she took in his tall frame and the hunger in his gaze. “Marcus, we shouldn’t—” she started, but her protest was cut off as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. Lena melted into his touch, her body betraying her as she kissed him back, her tongue tentatively meeting his. Marcus groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and sucking, sending shivers down her spine. “You’re so beautiful, Lena,” he murmured, his hands deftly unhooking her bra, freeing her breasts.
Lena moaned as his mouth closed over one taut nipple, his tongue swirling around it. She arched into him, her hands tangling in his hair. His other hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her through her panties, making her wetter with each stroke.
Marcus pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to taste you, Lena,” he growled, dropping to his knees before her. He hooked his fingers into her panties, pulling them down slowly, his breath hot on her inner thigh.
Lena’s legs trembled as he kissed his way up her thigh, his tongue flicking out to tease her folds. She cried out as he found her clit, sucking and licking it, his fingers sliding into her wet pussy, pumping in and out.
“Marcus, oh god, Marcus!” she panted, her hips bucking against his face. He groaned, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through her. She could feel her orgasm building, her breath coming in short gasps.
Suddenly, Marcus stood, his cock hard and ready. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. Lena reached down, stroking him, her fingers slick with his precum.
Marcus groaned, his cock twitching in her hand. “I need to be inside you, Lena,” he panted, his eyes wild with need.
Lena nodded, her heart pounding. She turned around, bracing herself against the changing room wall, her ass sticking out. Marcus didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her wet folds.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Lena,” he groaned, sliding into her in one smooth stroke. Lena cried out, her pussy stretching around him, the sensation of fullness overwhelming.
Marcus set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against her ass, his cock hitting her G-spot with each thrust. Lena moaned, her breath coming in short gasps, her pussy clenching around him.
“Harder, Marcus, harder!” she cried out, her orgasm building. Marcus obliged, his hips pistoning, his cock slamming into her. Lena’s legs trembled, her breath hitching as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy milking his cock.
Marcus groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuck, Lena, I’m going to cum,” he panted, his cock pulsing inside her. Lena moaned, her pussy clenching around him, drawing out his orgasm.
They stood there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Marcus pulled out, turning her around to kiss her deeply. “That was incredible, Lena,” he murmured, his eyes soft.
Lena smiled, her heart racing. “It was, wasn’t it?” she agreed, her body still humming with pleasure.
Marcus helped her dress, his hands lingering on her body. Lena could feel his cock hardening again, but she knew they had to stop. She had a boyfriend, and this was wrong. But as she left the changing room, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever feel this alive again.
