Changing Room Exhibitionist
I was clothes shopping with my wife Emily. Unlike most men I don’t mind this as she usually manages to give me a little thrill as she’s trying things on in the shops.
On this occasion I had taken up my usual position outside the changing room while Em disappeared inside with a stack of skirts to try on. She selected the first booth inside the changing room – clearly visible from where I was standing - and pulled the curtain closed while she tried on the first skirt – a short tartan one.
While she was changing, another woman disappeared into one of the other cubicles further inside the changing room and her husband, looking very bored, lounged against the wall not far from where I was standing. I nodded to him and shared a “what can you do?” shrug.
Just then, Em pulled aside the curtains and emerged to show me the first skirt. It was very short and sexy, and as she turned around to show me from all angle I noticed the other guy also eyeing her with interest and enjoying the show. After I had muttered the appropriate expected responses, she disappeared back into the cubicle and pulled the curtain across again. However, this time she failed to pull it all the way, leaving a small but inviting gap. What’s more, the gap opened directly onto the full-length mirror fixed to the wall of the cubicle, showing a good view of my wife as she unbuttoned the skirt and slipped it down, bending over to retrieve it from the floor.
I noticed that Em was wearing a very brief and sheer red thong that certainly left very little to the imagination, and as I glanced over to the guy standing beside me it was apparent that he could also see the same view as me – and was very interested indeed. I gave no acknowledgment that I was aware of his view but continued to watch him from the corner of my eye as I enjoyed the view in the mirror of Em slipping on another skirt – equally short and just as sexy as the first. Once again she pulled back the curtain and emerged from the cubicle to ask my opinion, as before doing a little ‘twirl’ so I could see it from all sides.
“What do you think? Too short?” she asked, flicking the pleats at the back so that they flipped up and briefly revealed a glimpse of her pale buttocks, completely uncovered by the tiny thong. I heard the other guy beside me give a stifled gasp, and Em turned towards him and gave him a radiant smile before disappearing back into the cubicle. I caught the guy’s eye and once again smiled and shrugged, sharing a ‘man moment’!
This time the gap that Em left in the curtain was even wider, giving both of us an almost perfect view of the entire mirror and, reflected in it, the whole cubicle and the sight of Em once again slipping off her skirt to reveal her tiny red thong. As we continued to watch, I was surprised to see her pulling her T-shirt over her head to reveal a matching skimpy red bra. This was strange – she hadn’t taken any tops into the cubicle, only skirts. So why did she need to take her top off?
Dressed in bra and panties, she reached up and grabbed another skirt to try on – a longer one this time, but in a nice thin floral design. She admired it in the mirror for a moment, then seemed to reach a decision. Reaching behind her, she quickly unclasped her bra and pulled it off, hanging it tidily on the cubicle hook. She stood there for a few moments bare-breasted, the pretty floral skirt serving only to emphasise the nakedness of her pale round breasts. From the corner of my eye I could see that my changing room buddy was still watching and must still have a great view – and the fact that he was beginning to breathe a little heavily suggested he was also enjoying it.
Em grabbed her T-shirt and, still braless, pulled it over her head, her naked breasts jiggling invitingly as she pulled it down. She quickly came out of the cubicle to join us once more, the thin T-shirt very transparent and doing nothing to hide the quite obvious arousal of her swollen nipples.
“Do you like it?” she asked. I nodded. She turned to the other guy standing next to me. “What do you think?” she said. “I always appreciate a second opinion!”
He mumbled that yes, he thought that what he could see was very nice indeed, and Em gave him another beaming smile before turning round and heading back to the cubicle.
As before, she left a significant gap in the curtain and, as before, we both watched mesmerised as she first slipped off the skirt and then once again took off her T-shirt, leaving her standing dressed just in her tiny red thong as she made a show of sorting through the other garments she had taken in with her. This went on for several minutes as we both enjoyed watching her, her pale body almost naked as she held up first one skirt then another in front of her.
Finally we heard a noise from the far end of the changing room. Casually Em reached out and completely closed the cubicle curtain, blocking our view just as my new friend’s wife appeared, a pile of clothes in her arms which she dumped on the ‘rejects’ pile. The husband gave me a big grin and a wink as she led him away.
A few minutes later Em re-appeared with the first two skirts, which she had decided to buy. “Well, he was cute!” she said. “Did you both enjoy the show?”