The Dare: A Changing Room Encounter

Charlie had been dared to select a complete stranger at the bustling shopping centre to assist in evaluating some new lingerie styles.

With a hurried excuse to her husband about running late from work once again, Jo dashed over to the Westfield shopping centre. Seated in the food court, she pondered her strategy for recruiting a suitable accomplice. She had already made up her mind to take them back to Marks and Spencer, where the fitting rooms were conveniently unmonitored.

Considering the time of day, there were hardly any people around, which added to Jo's sense of excitement. Her heart raced as she observed the various gentlemen strolling by, and her fight-or-flight instincts went into overdrive. Finally, her gaze settled on a man sitting directly across from her, his table laden with food, and his eyes fixed firmly on her.

As soon as their eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze. Jo took a moment to assess him; he appeared short, somewhat overweight, and sported a receding hairline, giving the impression of being harmless. Taking a deep breath, she realised this was her last chance to back out.

But Jo couldn't resist the challenge. She stood up and began to approach the man, who looked at her with a mix of panic and curiosity.

"Excuse me," Jo began, "may I ask you a question?"

He nodded quickly.

"Are you single by any chance?"

Once again, he nodded. Perfect.

"May I join you?" Jo inquired.

"Of course," he replied, finally finding his voice.

Jo took a seat and asked, "What's your name?"

"Charlie," he answered.

"Full disclosure," Jo began. "I'm married, but I want to surprise my husband with something fun. I just need another man's opinion. Would you be interested in helping me with that for a quick twenty minutes?"

Charlie glanced at Jo's wedding ring, then back at her face. "What kind of surprise?" he asked suspiciously.

Jo looked around and leaned in closer. "New lingerie," she whispered.

"Is this some sort of a prank or a TV show?" Charlie scanned the surroundings for non-existent cameras.

Jo was losing him. "No, no,, this is entirely real. I chose you because I saw you looking at me," she assured him. "It's okay if you're still interested."

Charlie pondered for a moment. "Alright, let's do it. I'll just leave if it gets weird."

They both stood up. "Lead the way," Charlie said. "Are we heading to Victoria's Secret?"

Jo replied, "It's too crowded there. Marks and Spencer has a good spot."

In near silence, they made their way to Marks and Spencer. Charlie appeared to expect police to ambush him at any moment.

Upon reaching the Women's department, they found it nearly deserted. As they walked amongst the racks of clothes, Jo could feel Charlie's eyes firmly fixed on her figure.

In the lingerie section, Jo turned to Charlie. He was already sweating from the short walk.

"Pick your favourite outfit, and I'll try it on, something you think my husband would love," she instructed.

Charlie grinned like a kid in a sweet shop with a bag of cash, and promptly began browsing.

It took only five minutes for him to hand Jo the options. They headed over to the changing room area, where Charlie sat on a bench by the entrance to the stalls. A quick glance confirmed that they were the only two people in the vicinity.

"How does this work then?" Charlie asked.

"I'll try them on and then open the curtain for you to see. You tell me your favourite," Jo explained.

"I don't think I'm comfortable with this. What if you get seen standing in the open door while undressed and me looking at you?," Charlie replied.

Jo considered for a moment. "Alright, fair point. Why don’t you come into the next cubicle and wait for me? I’ll pop in and show you."

Charlie nodded.

Jo closed the door and examined the selections Charlie had chosen. One of them was a one-piece floral lace bodysuit, similar to one she had tried on recently, but this one had a crotchless design. She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to keep her thong on.

No, she decided; she had to do this properly.

Jo removed her shirt, then pulled down her pants. She glanced at herself in the mirror before discarding her thong. She hadn't shaved yet, and she felt a twinge of embarrassment looking at her pubic hair. Nevertheless, she proceeded to put on the bodysuit. It was a snug fit, but it worked. Her pubic hair prominently peeked out through the slit.

She resolved to shave that evening.

Jo tugged on the slit to adjust it, her fingers coming away moist. She was undeniably aroused. She’d felt the heat previously, but now felt it.

"How are you getting on in there?" Charlie's voice came from the next stall.

Jo realised he could see her feet and knew she had put on the lingerie. She took one last look at herself and decided to go through with it.

"Okay, I’m coming in," said Jo as she went to the neighbouring stall.

She ushered herself inside with him and closed the curtain behind herself. He stood right in front of her, and his scent enveloped her. Jo was even more turned on.

She became acutely aware of what she was wearing as Charlie scrutinised her from top to bottom.

"Stand up on the bench," Charlie asked, clearly no longer so worried and emboldened by Jo’s near nakedness.

Jo promptly climbed onto the bench, bringing her stomach to his eye level. His gaze locked onto her intimate area.

"Turn around," he instructed, and she obeyed. "Yes, I think your husband will love this. Spread your legs."

Jo quickly complied, her thighs now glistening with wetness.

"Oh my..." Charlie murmured.

Jo looked down; the top of her inner thighs were gleaming with moisture.

"Place your hands on the wall," Charlie directed, and Jo obeyed. She could almost feel his breath on her buttocks.

"Are you really sure this is for your husband?" Charlie inquired.

Jo jumped as his hand touched her ankle, unable to utter a word. The overwhelming sense of a loss of power in the situation hit her like a thunderbolt. Here she was, isolated, semi-naked, in a changing room with a man she had met minutes before. What was she thinking? 

His fingers moved, waking her from her thoughts. He gently brushed against her intimate area, his knuckles protruding through the crotch gap, eliciting a squeal sound she didn't realise she could make. Charlie took that as an invitation, and in no time, he was fondling her buttocks.

"Wait..." Jo managed to say. The word barely escaped her lips.

He increased the pressure of his grip. Jo gasped as both of his hands spread her ass wide open for him.

"Okay, wait. That's enough," Jo finally managed to say, and Charlie stopped.

"Turn around," he said with a sly smile. "Show me your breasts."

Jo complied without hesitation, peeling the bodysuit off her shoulders to reveal her heavy 36D chest. Her nipples were big and pointy now with the chill of the changing room and her arousal combining to create a sensory overload.

"Yes, I think your husband will love it," Charlie concluded now quite obviously aroused too.

"Thank you," Jo mumbled, wondering where this was going..

"Well,have a nice evening, miss." With that, Charlie gave her one last lingering look before turning and exiting, leaving Jo standing there, the sensation of his touch on her buttocks and ankles still fresh.

Jo climbed down from the bench and finished herself off right there in the dressing room. The curtain was still open from Charlie’s exit and right now she didn’t care if someone had walked in on her she was too far gone.

Clutching a breast in one hand, she pursed her lips with her other hand and set about fingering herself. One finger slipped in, curling upwards, finding her bumpy g-spot and then another.

Jo explored her body with her fingertips, gently tracing the path to her clitoris. Experimenting with an up and down movement on it, she found the perfect rhythm that suits her. Her thoughts went to the mystery man, and how she wished he’d been more forceful and taken her there an then. 

She was so horny and needed to cum. To switch things up Jo began rubbing side to side or 'flicking' her clitoris, as if strumming a guitar string.That did it and pushed her over the edge. Not a squirter, this was easily the closest Jo had come to squirting with a little puddle left on the bench as she stood up. 

The knickers were a disgrace and there was no way she could take them to check out and pay. She decided to leave them and the scene a total mess, hoping someone would enjoy the remnants of her wild afternoon.