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As I slid the hangars on the rack over, not finding anything I liked in my size, I again checked the time on much phone to see if these hour-like minutes passed. It now said "11: 47 am" which had meant two minutes had passed since I checked last. Finally, 11 minutes later, I found a few dresses (for dressing room decoys) and I found a decent looking dressy lingerie piece with a matching boy-short style panties, in a 42DD. I went to the dressing room area, and went down the hallway of dressing rooms. The kind that are actually a room with a locking door and a bench with a full length mirror on the wall. And I realized that's why you told me to meet you in that department store. I walked in, took a left, went down 5 doors, and took the second to last room on my right, exactly where you told me. I shut and locked the door, checking my phone again, and it said "11: 59 am" meaning I had 6 minutes left to change and figure out how to be sexy, without looking as nervous as I felt. I stepped out of my black, 5 inch shiny stilettos, unzipped my cute white jeans, and slid them off, pulling my pink and black panties off with them. I then took off my black blouse, and next my hot pink bra. I kicked the clothes under the bench, took the zebra print lingerie top off the hanger, and carefully slid it over my hair. I had spent an hour doing my hair and make-up, and didn't wanna fuck it up. It was now "11:03 am". I hurried and pulled the zebra print boy-shorts off the hanger and hung the empty hanger on the hanger hook on the opposite wall from the mirror, and slid the panties on and stepped back into my heels. I looked in the mirror, adjusted my boobs to make sure they were lookin perky and hangin out just enough to hide my nipples, pulled my hair out so you could see my luxurious curls dangling over my shoulder, and stepped back to make sure I looked okay. I had always been a little self-conscious. But was so eager to do this. I looked at my phone, which now finally said "11: 05 am". I felt the butterflies in my stomach, as I had never done anything like this before, when I reached for the lock. I was scared. I didn't know if you'd be there, if you'd stand me up, what you'd think of me, or even if I knew what I was doing. In the few seconds all that ran through my head, I had my hand at the door knob, and turned the handle, but not enough to open the door. Just to unlock it, you said that would be the sign it was me in the right dressing room. I put my hand down, and as my hand grazed my leg, I saw the handle turn, and the door started to slowly open. I took a step back as though I was giving you room to enter. You slid in the room, and I was in awe of what I was looking at. I am totally into curvy girls, and the top you were wearing was see through black, with a lime green cami, dark acid washed denim mini skirt, and black heels. Instantly, you grabbed me with one hand on my waist and one hand behind my neck. You pulled me in to kiss me, while pushing me up against the wall opposite of the mirror. You started kissing my neck, which if my pussy wasn't like a slip-n-slide just from seeing you actually come in, it sure the fuck was now. I could feel the slippery-ness, getting heavier as you slid your hand down from my waist, to rub my pussy over the unpaid for panties. While slowly kissing downward from my neck to my chest, you reached down from my neck where you were holding, and grabbed the lingerie top, pulling down hard. My nipples popped out just where the strap met the top. You started kissing my left breast, sucking my nipple into your mouth hard, not even bothered by the strap partially covering my, now rock hard nipple, groping my right breast with the hand you pulled down my top with. I could feel my pussy soaking the boy-shorts, as you used the pads of your fingers over the panties, rubbing with one finger on each side of my labia, but still between my lips. I was in shock... I knew this was what was going to happen, I just never actually realized it would happen. I was in ecstasy the feeling running through my nerves. You stopped kissing my breast, put my leg up on the bench, resting my heel securely on the edge, and took my now soaked panties with on hand, and pulled them to the side. WIth the other hand, you let go of my boob, and spread my pussy, the same way you had with the panties over my pussy. One finger on each side of my labia, inside the lips. You started licking the skin between your fingers, including my clit, then started kissing my pussy lips the way you had just kissed my mouth. Biting at the lips, licking them, and going back to sucking my clit. I'm in such a state of bliss pinned to the dressing room wall, I finally opened my eyes to see the mirror across the wall. I was so turned on, seeing you bent down, ass cheeks, hanging out of skirt, and I could see a peek-a-boo of your pussy lips. I could see they were swollen. And shaved. I bent over, grabbing the back of your long brown haIr, and begged you to suck harder. And you did. I could feel your tongue, rubbing my clit, flicking it with your tongue while you sucked hard pulling more and more blood inside of it. I bent over a little more... letting go of your soft hair, kinda forcing you backwards. I had never ate pussy before, but I really wanted you to let me, right now. You instantly knew what to do, and laid right down. I sat down as if to sit on your face, and I felt your lips kiss mine, so I laid down on you in a 69 position, really cramped, but I didn't care. I pulled your skirt up finally seeing your drenched pussy. And with no idea what I was doing, I started by licking the wetness up. You only let me do it for a minute, then smacked my ass, and told me to bend over using my arms on the bench to brace myself. You started licking my pussy again, but this time, worked towards my ass hole. I started moaning in pleasure, and you slid the panties down to my knees. I got louder with less control over my legs, you tried getting the panties off, and I didn't realize it. You must have been worried about us getting caught, cause you just ripped them off of me, leaned up, smelled them takIng a deep breath and crammed them in my mouth to quiet me down. You slid your finger in my pussy and started fingering me, and licking my clit or asshole. I can feel the pressure build up, in my legs and abdomen. I started to quiver and I could feel it ready to explode. I held it off as long as I could, enjoying every moment of your tongue pressed up against my sopping wet pussy. Finally, my legs were shaking and I felt a warmness pulsating through my clit. I was coming hard. You knew it and just kept going at it until I was done. You stood up, grabbed me by the waist, pulled me up to your level, pulled the torn panties out of my mouth with your lips, put them on the hanger, took the top off me, and dressed me back into my clothes. Even zipping up my pants and bottoning my blouse. Brushing your hand against my sensitive pussy and breasts was exhilarating. You took the lingerie, opened the door, kissed me goodbye, and said, "You better be ready for me to fuck you next time." As I was walking out of the store I turned around, and you were purchasing the lingerie. Later when I messaged you and asked why, you said it was because it you wanted to taste or smell my pussy when you were hot to remind you of what happened.