Taking Advantage of the Opportunity

As I made my way through the nearly empty clothing store, the only sound was the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional beep of a scanner. I was the last customer, and the cashier, a woman in her late thirties with an incredibly inviting aura, had been shooting me flirtatious glances since I walked in. Her name tag read "Samantha," but I soon found out she preferred to be called "Sam."

Sam had long, wavy auburn hair, big, beautiful brown eyes, and an incredibly voluptuous figure. Her ample cleavage was barely contained by her button-down shirt, and her short skirt showcased her shapely legs. I felt a jolt of excitement and desire as I caught her eye, and it was clear that she felt the same.

We exchanged a few words while she rang up my items. Her voice was sultry, with a slight rasp that sent shivers down my spine. She leaned forward conspiratorially and whispered, "You know, we're about to close. You can take your time trying things on if you want."

My heart raced as I realized her intentions. I couldn't believe what was happening. I took my bag and headed to the changing room, my hands trembling with anticipation. As I entered, I noticed the room was empty, but the adjoining room was not.

Peering through a small gap in the door, I saw Sam standing there, waiting for me. "I hope you don't mind," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I couldn't resist the opportunity."

She stepped closer, pressing herself against me. My cock responded instantly, straining against my pants as she ran her hands down my chest. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and her scent—a mix of vanilla and musk—was intoxicating.

Our lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as we tore at each other's clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin. I slipped her shirt over her head, revealing her luscious breasts, encased in a red lace bra. Her nipples were already hard, begging for my touch.

As I reached around to unclasp her bra, she moaned softly and ground her hips against me. I could feel her wetness through her panties, and I longed to taste her. My cock was painfully hard, and I knew I needed to be inside her soon.

Once her bra was removed, I eagerly took one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing and sucking it while I kneaded her other breast with my hand. She arched her back, pressing herself further into me, and whispered, "Oh, yes. Just like that."

I was so caught up in the moment that I barely noticed when she started to undo my pants, but soon I felt her slender fingers wrap around my hard cock. She stroked me slowly, her grip firm and confident. I was in heaven.

But Sam had other plans. She pushed me onto the bench in the changing room and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. She positioned my cock at her entrance, teasing me by rubbing it against her wet folds. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, and I ached to be inside her.

With a wicked grin, she lowered herself onto me, enveloping my cock in her warm, wet embrace. We both moaned as I filled her, and she began to ride me with slow, deliberate strokes. I reached up to caress her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers.

The feeling of her riding me, combined with the thrill of potentially being caught, was almost too much to handle. I could feel myself nearing the edge, and I knew I needed to make this moment last.

"Harder," I whispered hoarsely, and Sam complied, picking up her pace. Each stroke drove me deeper inside her, and I could feel her walls tightening around me, urging me closer to the brink.

We were both dripping with sweat, our bodies slick and hot as we moved together. Sam leaned forward, her hair cascading around us like a curtain, and I captured her mouth in another passionate kiss. We were lost in our own world, the sounds of our moans and heavy breathing the only sounds that mattered.

"I'm close," Sam gasped, breaking the kiss. "Don't stop."

I couldn't if I wanted to. My hips bucked, meeting her thrusts, desperate for release. I could feel it building, the pressure in my balls growing with each stroke.

With a cry, Sam came, her pussy clenching around my cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. I couldn't hold back any longer. With a grunt, I emptied myself inside her, my cock twitching as ropes of hot cum filled her.

We collapsed against each other, our hearts racing and bodies trembling. I gently eased my cock out of her, and she climbed off me, her legs wobbling slightly.

"That was incredible," she murmured, her eyes shining with excitement. "I can't believe we just did that."

I couldn't either, but I knew one thing for sure: I was ready for more.

As we quickly dressed, our laughter filled the changing room. I left the store with a smile on my face, my body still humming with the afterglow of our illicit encounter.

And I couldn't wait for the next time.