It was late in the evening, I always hated this time of day. It was either dead or thieves I had to contend with.

I heard the bell chime and stepped to the floor of the store. Was in time to see a woman disappear down an aisle. I weaved through the racks and stick my head around the corner.

"Evening, welcome to ****. Just let me know if there was anything I can help with."

She didn't say anything, or even look my way.

She was hot. Not like model hot, but definitely gym hot. She had a spandexy skirt on that was a greyish blue and a matching sports bra. It definitely advertised look, but don't touch. The snub she gave me convinced me that even on my best day 20 years ago I still wouldn't have a shot.

I noticed some jeans had been kicked under a display table and I sat down on the floor and started refolding them.

I heard her phone chime and I glance up. She was on the opposite side of the table I could see her legs and crotch, but her view of me was obstructed by a display sign atop of the table. I went back to folding.

When I glanced up against I didn't even expect her to still be standing there. But I guess she thought she was out of view, because she had her skirt pulled up and she was rubbing herself through her panties.

I could hear she was wet as she rubbed, and heard her moan slightly.

She heading to the back of the store. The aisle she was on had the fitting rooms to the back.

"Hello?" She called out. Sounding annoyed I wasn't right there waiting for her.

She had one shirt in her hand and asked to use the dressing room. I pulled my keys out and unlocked one of the doors, and she hurried in and slammed it shut.

I went back to folding the jeans. But there was no hiding the sound of it. I could hear that this woman was sopping wet and going to town on herself. She wasn't even hiding her moans.

It suddenly got quiet, so I headed to the front. It was only seconds later the she was heading up the aisle. She just threw the shirt she had grabbed to try on onto the counter. It was still on the hanger.

The bell chimed and she was out the door.

I knew some people did stuff in dressing rooms, but they always 'tried' to be quiet about it.

I headed back to the the dressing room just to make sure there weren't any tags or hangers I hadn't noticed she had grabbed.

The stall was empty except for a pink thong the was sitting on the bench. It was soaked and I could see she had totally creamed herself.

I couldn't help myself. I glanced behind me. Even though I knew no one was there. I bent over and picked up her thong. I could smell the musky sweetness and they were warm and gooey.

I raised them up to my nose and inhaled. God she smelled good. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. But I suddenly found myself touching the tip of my tongue to the crotch of her thong. Next thing I knew I took a huge lick.

It was euphoric, intoxicating, and it gushed against my tongue.

I was so hard in that moment. My boner almost hurt with how bad it was throbbing.

I undid my pants and pulled them down. I wiped a little bit of her juices on my cock, spit in my hand and started stroking.

I plopped my ass onto the bench. I felt the wet spot where her thong had been against my butt hole and I was turned on more than ever.

I had her thong to my nose and my tongue darted out to the wetness of them. My eyes must have been close or had rolled to the back of my head. Because I suddenly heard the click of the dressing room door close.

The woman was standing in front of me hiking up her skirt. I hadn't even heard the door chime.

She slapped my hand away from my cock, straddled me and plunged herself onto me. My balls were being smashed between my legs and the hard bench and she grabbed the hooks for the hangers for leverage as she just kept pounding my cock.

I was deep in pleasure and pain. As my balls got smashed over and over again.

I was moaning loud, and she was grunting with the rhythm. She pulled her thong out of my hand and shoved it into my mouth. I was forced to breathe through my nose. Which was almost as loud as my moans.

Between the pain and pleasure it was actually taking a while for me to reach that moment, and I think she either knew that, or was taking advantage of the fact I hadn't came yet.

She stood up and turned around. She used her leg to spread mine. And for a brief moment my balls knew a bit of relief.

But she slammed herself down on my cock again. She was up and down my cock, grinding her ass into my pelvis. The slapping wetness of our bodies pounding together were echoing in the dressing room, and probably the entire store.

Her turning around had definitely changed the situation. While my balls were still getting crushed beneath us. The tip of my cock was rubbing somewhere that was bringing me closer.

White sticky cream was everywhere as she kept slapping down on top of me. He whole body began to shake and it was like she had to work harder to keep herself on me and she squished herself hard onto me as she was bucking around. Then I felt and even warmer gush flow over my cock. I felt it seep down onto my balls and to my ass. The bench became slippery.

I couldn't take the feeling anymore. I didn't even warn her. I wrapped my arms under her pits and grabbed her shoulders. Keeping her down tight on me.

My cock swelled inside her. I think she could feel it, because she raised her leg to the wall and pushed back onto me as hard as she could.

I didn't know if the force was going to rupture my balls under us or split her in half. But I let loose inside her. Each glob of my gunk that I left in her she pressed harder onto me.

She sat there until my dick went limp, slipping out of her and plopped onto the bench. She stood and turned around. Gave me a peculiar look. Looked at my limp cock, before pulling her skirt back down.

I removed her thong from my mouth and offered it to her. But she just let herself out of the dressing, closing it behind her.

I few seconds later I heard the chime of the door.

I looked down at myself. The bottom of my shirt was soaked. As were my jeans and boxers. There was a huge wet stain on the carpet.

I just sat there in awe of the moment.

God my balls hurt.