Dressing Room Encounter

(This is a guided fantasy for those of you who enjoy cock, glory holes, and public risk.)

Three sets of clothes in arms, you make your way to the dressing rooms of the retail store. You've spent most of this Saturday afternoon all over this mall, shopping for new outfits, but frustratingly, you haven't found something you like.

After waiting for a room to become available, the store clerk leads you down to the end of the dressing room hall to the last door. You step inside, hang your chosen outfits, and start to undress.

You've tried two outfits on before you notice the hole in the side of the wall, just about waist level.

Standing in nothing but your underwear, you stare at the hole, your eyebrows furrowing. That couldn't possibly be a--

The hard cock that slides through answers your question, and you gasp in surprise. This can't possibly be actually happening, yet there it is, a flushed, swollen cock. You should be appalled. Hell, you should probably smack it on principle; humble the absolute audacity of the man on the other side.

What you most certainly should not do is keep staring at it and drinking in the details. The size, the slight throb in time with the man's heartbeat, the...

Your breath catches as a bead of precum forms on the tip and begins to drip down the underside. You feel yourself biting your lip unconsciously. You should leave, but instead you find yourself leaning closer.

Between your legs, sudden arousal blooms like a wildfire, and you begin breathing harder. Suddenly it's harder to think, and before you can stop yourself, your hand reaches out and wraps around the warm shaft.

The cock throbs, and a fresh drip of precum slides from the swollen head onto your hand. A new thought enters your mind unbidden, and your mouth starts to water, your arousal rising so fast it makes your head spin.

The back of your mind shouting at you to stop, you slowly sink to your knees and open your mouth. The cock throbs again as your warm breath flows over the leaking head, and for the first time, the man on the other side gives a low, breathy exhale.

Dizzy with arousal, you take the head of the cock in your mouth, and precum starts to ooze over your tongue. The taste is familiar. The scent of male arousal is potent. You breathe it in as you slowly begin to suck, your tongue circling the sensitive underside as your hand starts to stroke the rest of the shaft. Your other hand moves between your legs, and you begin pleasuring yourself while the man starts to quietly moan and grunt. You hum and smile around his cock, knowing how difficult you're making it for him to keep quiet.

You take your time, teasingly sliding your tongue in circles around the head, then sliding your mouth further down over his cock as far as it will go. Simultaneously, your free hand finds its rhythm between your legs, and your pleasure increases rapidly.

You suck harder, your grip tightening as both your hands move faster. Precum is flowing steadily now, and the cock begins to swell.

Instinctively, you know he's close. So are you. You moan, the sound a vibrating hum around his cock, and he erupts. Hot cum pumps into your mouth, and you swallow reflexively, your own orgasm crashing over you, making you nearly lose your balance as your hips buck.

You suck him through his orgasm as you ride out yours, somehow managing to stay relatively quiet. Finally, the spurts slow and stop. You pull off his cock with a pop, and fall back onto your butt in the small room, aftershocks making you squirm and twitch.

You swallow again, trying to catch your breath and process what you just did. It was stupid and dangerous and the hottest thing you've done in years. You look back up at the cock and give a small gasp. It's not growing soft, if anything, it looks harder.

You slowly stand, your knees shaky and weak. The cock doesn't slide back out, but instead jumps upwards as he flexes on the other side of the wall, an unspoken invitation.

Even though you just came, you feel your arousal spike again. Fuck, this guy's bold, and for some reason, that's making you want to accept his invitation. You bite your lip, considering how stupid it'd be, even if you're starting to desperately want it. It's been too long since you've had a hard cock inside you, and this one looks like the perfect size to stretch you open just right. The temptation grows until it becomes irresistible.

Your hand drifts to your waist, and you slide your underwear down, kicking them aside. You slowly turn around and back up towards the hole. Reaching back, you line him up and push yourself flush against the wall. Your eyes roll back, and you nearly cum again as he stretches you open. The fullness is perfect. Better in fact than the last man you fucked. Much better.

You press hard against the wall, feeling the coolness of it against your cheeks and just enjoying the fullness for a moment. You feel him throb once inside you, then again before he pulls back and thrusts back in. You clasp a hand over your mouth to stifle a moan as he begins to fuck you. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, and any lingering concern about the foolishness of this decision vanishes completely.

Careful not to make too much noise, you start to match his rhythm, pulling away from the wall slightly, then pressing back flush against it. There's a soft clap of your ass against the wall, but it should be quiet enough to not attract attention, you hope.

As your pleasure builds, your mind starts to register what you're actually doing. In the dressing room of a packed mall on a Saturday afternoon, you're getting fucked by an absolute stranger. The realization pushes you violently over the edge into another huge orgasm, and the moment it finishes, you feel another right on its heels.

You clench around him as he fucks you through one powerful climax after another, until they almost seem to merge into one continuous orgasm. Arousal is dripping down your thighs in heavy rivulets, and you have to press your hand so hard over your mouth to keep quiet that it hurts. Suddenly, his strokes become uneven, and he grunts from the other side of the wall. You feel him start to withdraw. Lust overwhelming you, you slam backwards, your ass thumping loudly against the cool surface. The whimpering sound that escapes your mouth says more than words could.

Don't pull out. Please.

He doesn't.

You feel his cock erupt and start to pump rope after rope of hot cum deep inside you. He fills you till you're leaking, and you orgasm again, your legs giving out from the overwhelming pleasure. You slump forward, his cock slipping out audibly, and collapse to the floor, both of you still cuming. The last ropes of his cum shoot over your body as your hips squirm and shake.

You lie there for a long moment, twitching, hand still covering your mouth to stifle your moans, and try to catch your breath.

The knock on the dressing room door makes you nearly cry out in surprise.

"Is everything okay in there?" a woman's voice asks from the other side. "I heard a thump. Do you need help?"

You steady your voice and tell her you're fine, that you just slipped but you're okay. Looking under the door, you can see the legs of the woman, and for a terrifying moment, you think she might bend down and look under to find you a thoroughly fucked mess. Your heart pounds as seconds pass.

"Okay... well, if you need anything, just call."

You thank her and slowly get to your feet. Head spinning, you look around at the absolute mess the dressing room has been left in. Your old clothes, mixed with new, are strewn about the floor. You don't even remember them dropping. Worse, evidence of your orgasms is all over the floor, and even soaking part of the clothes. You glance back at the glory hole, and the cock is gone, a small panel shifting back in place to hide the opening.

You use your underwear to clean the floor as best you can, then tuck them away. You'll have to go without till you get home. You get dressed with whatever clothes didn't get sex all over them, collect the rest of the clothing, and do your best to straighten yourself up a bit, hoping to hide the fact that you just had your brains fucked out.

Opening the door slightly, you peek out to make sure the store worker isn't nearby, then you rush out of the dressing area and disappear into the clothing racks. You pray there were no cameras in the dressing room hall because you have no doubt that whoever uses that room next will know what happened, and you'd rather not be banned from this mall.

Especially as you plan to come back to try on more clothes sometime soon.

After all, you did end up finding something you liked.