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The Fitting Room

Being one of that rare breed of women who doesn't actually enjoy clothes shopping, I wasn't particularly happy about having to find something suitable to wear for an upcoming family wedding. But needs must and off I went to town, armed with my husband's credit card.

I'd been into several ladies clothing stores ranging from M&S right up to Jasper Conran but do you think I could find anything? Not a chance. Maybe I'm just too fussy but I refuse to wear anything floral, lacy, flouncy or... well, girly. I'm a woman for God's sake, not a girl so why did every shop seem to only cater for those who want to look like Shirley bloody Temple?

I was about to give up when I remembered the retail park. I hadn't been over there yet and I knew there was at least one decent women's clothing store I could try. Please, I prayed, let me find a dress that's wearable today because I really don't want to have to repeat this next weekend!

As I walked through the rails of dresses, I started to feel a little more hopeful. I could wear a light suit with a pretty blouse underneath. Nothing too girly, of course, but pretty enough to make the suit look less as if it belonged in an office. Teamed with some strappy heels I was sure it'd look ok.

I quickly found my size and headed for the changing room. To say I was surprised to find it was one of those communal style changing rooms that I'd thought had disappeared years ago, is something of an understatement. Not that I had anything to be ashamed of when it came to my body but a little privacy would have been nice. I mean, no woman likes to have to show off her arse in a skirt that's too tight!

Luckily, I managed to get the suit on and give it the once over without anybody else joining me. Even the shop assistant kept out. Maybe she'd been trained to pick up on customer vibes and knew I wasn't the type who appreciated being disturbed by young girls who would tell you "that looks perfect on you" even if you actually looked like a pound of potatoes in an old sack.

I'd just taken off the skirt and was hanging it back on its plastic hanger when another woman came in. I automatically turned round to see who it was and was immediately struck by her looks. Tall, slim but muscular with long blonde hair, huge green eyes and cheekbones so high that St. Peter could probably sit on them! The woman could have been a model!

"Hi," I said, smiling. "Strange old set-up this, isn't it?"

"I don't mind it," she replied, smiling back and laying the chiffon dress she was carrying over a chair. "It's kind of fun being all girls together, don't you think?"

I thought about it for a moment but wasn't sure. "I guess so," I said. "It just isn't something I'm used to. Last time I saw a communal changing room must've been back in the eighties."

"Giving your age away now," the other woman laughed and within a few minutes we were chatting as if we were bosom buddies. Bosom being the operative word as far as she, Janice, was concerned. Hers were at least a D cup, if not more, and put my 34Bs to shame.

"So what do you need the suit for?" she asked, turning to look at her arse in the chiffon dress.

I told her.

"Me too! I hate them but when it's family you have to do your duty, don't you?"

I agreed. I could think of a zillion things I'd rather do than sit in a dreary church for an hour. And as for spending the rest of the afternoon being polite to a group of relatives I hardly know and would have avoided like the plague if they weren't family, well I think I'd rather have my teeth filled. And I'm shit scared of the dentist!

As I bent down to step into my jeans, Janice made a comment that really surprised me. She told me I had a great arse. Now, I know my arse is pretty good so that isn't why I was surprised. I'm just not used to women giving those kind of compliments to virtual strangers. Well, not unless they want to shag them, anyway.

I wonder...

"Yours isn't too bad, either," I replied, laughing. "Nice tits, too."

I know this is going to sound strange but at that moment a kind of electric shock moved back and forth between us and we both fell silent. Something was going to happen - had to happen.

It was Janice who broke the spell by taking the few steps needed to be standing right in front of me. Looking me straight in the eye, a hand reached out and cupped my right breast.

"Exquisite," she said. "I love pert little tits like yours."

"I've often wished..." I fumbled, not quite knowing what to say. I looked down at her tits, pushed up in her bra and almost tumbling over the edge.

Before I could say anything else her mouth was on mine, her tongue parting my lips and exploring inside me. I'd never been kissed by a woman before but I'd fantasised about it many a time. And more. Maybe I was going to experience more now.

I felt my bra snap open and a warm hand on my skin, my hard nipple being rolled between a finger and thumb. I think I sighed at that point and when she closed her lips around the other nipple, I thought I would cum.

"Supposing the assistant..." I mumbled.

"She won't. Believe me, she never does."

A hand pulled at my panties, dragging them down over my hips and without thinking, I opened my thighs to let her touch me where I'd never been touched by a woman before.

"If my husband knew...."

"But he doesn't. Relax and enjoy it. You're worth it."

She was right. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him and let's face it, he could hardly do the same for me as a woman could.

I reached up and popped one of her huge breasts from her bra and started sucking at it. If anybody had told me I'd be so brazen, I would have laughed, but it felt right with Janice.

As her fingers opened my pussy I thought I'd scream. But I had to be quiet. And we had to be quick before another customer came in. Not it would take long for her to make me cum but I suspected she'd want the same kind of treatment back.

"Don't worry about me," she said, as if she could read my mind. "Just enjoy this."

She pushed her fingers deep into my cunt and started finger fucking me until my juices were running out and dribbling down my thigh. Her thumb worked my clit and as I looked up, catching the lust that was in her eyes, I exploded in a frenzied orgasm. I came so hard I found it difficult to remain standing, but somehow I got through it.

"Thanks," I said, for the want of something better to say.

"You're welcome," she smiled.

We both dressed quickly and as Janice left the changing room she looked back over her shoulder, winked and said "See you at Lydia's wedding then."

Contributed by: Sadie 05/09/2006

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