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The Curtain- Version 2
🕑 Added 2023-04-19 23:23:30 +0000 UTCAs promised, here's the second version to the fitting room story. Instead of looking through the eyes of another shopper, you're in the middle of the action here...
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I can’t say no to a good sale. My bookshelves are full of books from the used bookstore downtown, and I am no stranger to buying clothes at thrift stores. So, when my favorite store announced a huge sale, I was there. They were remodeling the entire store section by section, so they were trying to get rid of old stock. The dressing rooms had been ripped out, and they just hung up some curtains to act as temporary stalls. If you walked by at the right time, you could catch glimpses of skin peeking through. I walked by a lot.
After ten minutes of walking around, I had my hands full. Every rack was full of smaller sizes that didn’t sell, so I was stocking up. I had always been a fit guy so I’d never really needed to buy over a size medium. Though recently, some of my shirts had started to stretch over my broad shoulders and pull at the buttons. The shirt laid flat against my stomach, but you could still see through between the buttons to my hairy pecs. I kind of liked it.
I finally decided that my stack was high enough and headed over to the curtained off dressing room. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see very well over my stack of clothes, and I misjudged where I was walking. I felt my foot kick a table, and as I fell, I instinctively pushed my hand out to catch my fall. I felt fabric against my fingers, and I heard a ripping sound as I hit the ground. When I looked up, I saw an ass right in front of my face. A beautiful ass. The ass that singers write ballads about.
The ass was inside a snug pair of red, bikini briefs. My eyes slowly scanned upward, across a creamy white barrel chest, and up to his face which was the same red color as his underwear. I saw the panic on his face, and I tried to look away, but my eyes couldn’t leave his body as hard as I tried. He fumbled with the ripped curtain and pulled it away enough to cover himself. I finally got to my feet and ran over to the curtained stall at the other end. I pulled it closed and waited before I began to try some stuff on. I couldn’t hear anything outside so I was hoping that that man had already left. After a few minutes, I was looking at myself dressed in a new suit, 50% off, when I saw reflected in the mirror my curtain being pulled open. The man in the red briefs was standing in front of me. He was now fully dressed, but disheveled. He had probably gotten dressed again in a hurry. And the blush on his face was gone, replaced by a smirk.
Got your kicks earlier by pulling open the curtain and looking at me? How does it feel now?
Look man, I didn’t mean to. I simply tripped. Let’s not turn this into a big deal.
That was the wrong thing to say. He looked down on the floor and saw the shorts that I had been wearing earlier and grabbed them. He was now holding my wallet and keys- I was trapped. I looked up at him, pleading for my him to stop, but he was determined.
Strip.
I had to. I pulled my suit jacket off my shoulders and laid it on the bench. I thought if I went slowly enough, that he might realize how weird this was and leave, but he didn’t budge. I begin unbuttoning my shirt with trembling fingers and pulled it open. I had begun to sweat, and it felt so nice to peel the shirt off and feel the breeze on my chest. But that relief was short lived as I realized that I was half naked in full view of the store. The man in front of me was exposed for three seconds tops, but I was on full display. I reached for my belt, but as my eyes traveled down, I noticed an impressive bulge forming in his pants. I changed the plan and reached for his belt instead. He didn’t protest and actually closed the curtains behind him.
I pulled down his zipper, and his pants fell to the floor. But there was no sign of that red underwear- he was naked from the waist down in front of me. He saw the look on my face and smiled.
When you pulled my curtain down, I was too shocked to move. And then I saw your face, the desire clearly there. It made me feel powerful instead of exposed. And that led to the delay in me storming over here- I had to take a few minutes to myself which led to me coming into my underwear. And now I want you to have to come into yours.
He pushed me forcefully onto the bench and had his hands on my crotch. I was fully hard instantly as he pulled the pants off my body. My cock was pressed against my briefs, and instead of letting me release, he began teasing me. He had his strong arms pinning my hands down, and he began kissing me on the base of my neck. He slowly made his way down my chest, licking around my nipples and down the trail on my stomach. I tried to contain my moaning, but they begin slipping out. He was now kneeling in front of me and he began licking the outline of my cock through the fabric. Precum stained the white briefs, and I needed to finish.
He slowly pulled the waistband down with his teeth, and my cock shot up against my stomach. He released my hands, and I began stroking myself immediately. It took seconds for me to cum, shooting into the air and onto my briefs held by a man whose name I didn’t even know. Such an intimate act with a stranger.
I slumped back against the mirror and I felt the sticky briefs thrown onto my chest. It was so stifling hot in here, but I just felt content. A breeze started up, and I felt so refreshed-
A breeze.
I opened my eyes in a panic and saw that the stranger had flung the curtains open. I looked in the floor for our pants, but he must have quickly put his on and left. I saw my shorts still there and felt some relief, but that was short lived as I looked up to see stunned onlookers. I was naked and covered in my own cum in front of even more strangers. I shot up to close the curtains, but I moved too fast, and I ripped the material down. I had to instead dress quickly in full view and run out of the store.
I got to my car and my head fell onto the steering well. For a second, I almost felt bad that I had to leave all of the cheap clothes behind, but then I felt my crotch stirring again and that feeling was quickly replaced. I needed to hurry home before I started round two, or else I’d be giving more strangers a show.
Comments
Ian Tyler
Yep, I think all of you can see which scenario I found hotter as well
Jason Griffiths
I have to say this is my favorite version out of the two. The thought of being forced to jack off and then humiliated like that really turns me on.
