Changing Room (1)

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“You have to keep quiet” The man whispered, his breath brushing off the girl’s lobe, she could feel the warmth of his body as it pressed her against the small room’s mirror. There wasn’t much space around them, a small bench, a door, and a hook.

She could hear voices and steps, people just outside the changing room going about their days, finishing up errands as the bustling of the holidays gave everyone more family oriented goals. She could feel a tinge of shame, before her own hand shot up covering her mouth. A soft whine escaping her throat, as her heels left the ground. The man had hooked his fingers inside of her, feeling him press against her inner walls. Mouth gaped, her fingers sprawled across the man’s back, her thighs shaking around his trapped wrist.

“It’s-“ She sucked in a breath “hard…” the girl’s eyes opened, having locked closed as she tried her best to keep silent. The man watched her expressions intently, a sly smile forming on his lips as he pulled his digits out of the girl’s warmth. His hand damp, his fingers drenched, feeling the drop of her juices trailing down his wrist as his hand approached his lips.

The man’s mouth parted, his eyes locked on her own, his fingers disappearing into his mouth, his hollow cheeks sinking. “Mmm” a soft sound escaped his thoat, pulling out clean fingers glistening with a light coat of his saliva.

The door to the room beside them closing, she could feel her heart race faster as she stared at him, she could see his dark eyes thinking, considering. Her pants still resting around her ankles, she stood in front of him, her inner thighs beginning to grow cold with the absence of his attention. “Done?” She whispered, curious.