My lover, Anna, dared me to do this. She is showing me a whole new world of eroticism.
We entered the store and headed for the clothing section. There, I chose a short denim skirt, and a t shirt. We went to the changing rooms and Anna helped me change into the clothes she had chosen with me.
Then, she set the camera and left the room pulling the curtain behind her. I was separated from the comings and goings of the other people using the cubicles by nothing more than a flimsy curtain that did not close properly, neither did it reach the floor, yet my instructions were clear. I sat on the little chair in there, facing the camera and spread my legs in the skirt. I was already wet and touching my panties brought a sharp thrill of response from my already hard clit. I reached up under the t-shirt to squeeze my nipple. (I was already sweating, partly from the heat, but mostly from the eroticism.) My fingers wormed their way under the material and then into my freshly shaven pussy. Looking into the camera lens I finger fucked myself trying desperately to keep quiet. It wasn't easy. As people came in and out of their own cubicles, my curtain would waft around and I know at least three people, one man and two women saw exactly what I was doing. Then, I felt the all too familiar orgasm start to build. And HOW it built! On and on, upwards and upwards. It seemed to go way beyond my normal threshold and I knew when it hit I would not be able to keep quiet. Suddenly in a tidal wave of pleasure and wetness I orgasmed, flooding my panties as I did so.
When it subsided, I chaged back into my clothes. The t-shirt was sweaty under the arms and I had creamed on the skirt too, but, as Anna ordered me, I put them back on hangers and returned them to the rack.
I looked back as I left the department to see one of the women who had seen me fingering myself take the skirt, look at it, smell it, and take it back into the changing rooms.
I hope she enjoyed herself.