𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐭 ***Dressing Room Part One*** “As I tri..

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐭

***Dressing Room Part One***
“As I tried on the different outfits I had picked up, I couldn’t help but think about just how easy it would be to become exposed here. Just some flimsy curtains that if anyone accidentally fell against would place them right in here with me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and a raise in my temperature. As I tried on the different outfits, I loved the way they looked on me and how the material felt against my skin, and as it rubbed up gently against my nipples, I could feel my arousal growing.

The nagging and persistent thought of getting caught was becoming too much for me, and I could feel my wetness start to drip down my thighs. I was passed the point of no return, I had to take care of this now. I tug the top of the red dress down to free my tits and the cool air shoots straight to my nipples, causing them to harden, and a tingle to travel down my spine. I hike up the bottom of the dress to expose my lips, and the cold air has a similarly arousing effect.

A bit of teasing to smear my wetness around my lips is all I can afford to do. I was so needy, so desperate for it. Finally, I take the plunge and push into my warm wetness. I had to cover my mouth to make sure I wasn’t too loud as I began to pump my fingers. I’d periodically switch things up to coat in my wetness and rub my little pleasure center. I kept my eyes closed imagining what it would be like if someone came in and caught me in this wanton state, as I barrelled toward the edge.

This would have been more than enough for me to finish off with, but when I heard a sudden noise, my eyes shoot wide open, and I get a glance of myself in the mirror. Only then was I able to fully appreciate everything. The sight of myself in the mirror, the sounds of my wetness, it was intoxicating. At that moment, the pleasure crested. It felt like every nerve in my body was set atingle, and it felt for a brief moment as if I were floating. I had to sit down for a moment to catch my breath. As I basked in the afterglow, a singular cohesive thought snapped me back to reality: ‘Next time, I have to bring him along.’ “