The Dressing Room

True story.

Sometimes you will read or see or do something and it triggers a memory, elicits a feeling.

Reading today, 20+ years ago I moved to the Sunshine State. Along the way I lived with different friends and acquaintances till I found the right spot for me. The first few months here, I remember going into a shop on a beach strip. Was it Miami, Boca, who knows.

What I do know and remember clearly, it was my spandex and thong bikini days.

We, my gf & i happened upon this one shop to try on short tight dresses to wear for later that evening.

While looking in the mirror and at the fit of the dress in the dressing room the sales person pulled the curtain aside and stuck his head in. Yes HIS head. I was a bit shocked but didn't scream, didn't protest, quite frankly didn't know what to think. . .Then in slow motion he slipped into the dressing room. Got down on his knees in front of me. Took his hands and pushed up the bottom of my dress. It was lime green, crinkly,stretchy soft. He pushed it up past my undies, with the other hand he reached up and either pulled down the top part of the elastic band of my panties or pushed aside the gusset to expose my mound. Either way, I was still stunned. No words were spoken. In the mean time he started to lick my thighs. Slithering his tongue and perhaps fingers to my most special place. My mind raced. I wasn't sure what to do. Was this something common? Is this absolutely INSANE? Or part of a grand adventure? No stranger to sex, or males flirting with me, on a regular basis. But to come into my dressing, kneel and try to perform oral on me, that was a new one.

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