I take a deep breath upon reaching your store doors. Would I be pulling on locked doors? What would I say if you open the door? Would our code work?

I don’t like to share pics or descriptions as I prefer anonymity. When discussing our encounter you wondered how you’d know it’s me. You came up with the idea that I would hold a pair of jeans in my right arm and asked “can I try these in fitting room 1?” You’d then walk me over and let me into a fitting room where I would wait until closing time.

I give luck a try and to my surprise and excitement the doors open!

I walk into a quiet store. You had turned the music down to alert customers you were closing. I didn’t see you at first. You must be in the back looking for something for the couple, the only two other people inside. That’s when I see you walking from the back apologizing to the couple for not having the size they were looking for.

Once I see you I walk over to the jeans. I’m hoping this is a subtle hint that it’s me. I hear you walk the couple out before locking the door behind them. I grab a pair of jeans, throw them over my right arm and wait.

I can feel your presence getting closer to me. I get nervous. You would think by now I’d be used to the rush of meeting someone new for a casual encounter, but I’m not. My worry was broken by the sound of your steps getting closer. I hear you ask, “is there anything I can help you with?” I froze!

You looked like the man in the pictures you sent but what if it wasn’t you? Or what if it’s a set up!? There was no turning back, I had no choice so I took a risk and asked, “can I try these on in fitting room 1?”

Your eyes widen, your mouth opens with no words coming out. The sound of your racing heart beat bounced off the quiet walls. I knew for sure it was you, but would you still go through it?

You looked over the door and then towards the fitting rooms. I turned my focus back to the stack of jeans. Nothing good comes from long silence. That’s when I hear you “Alright, we got to be quick.”

I place the jeans down and follow you to the other side of the store where there's two dressing rooms next to each other. You open the door for me and ask for me to wait. I waited in the fitting room. The silence is eerie. Then I notice you turn off the lights of the front of the store.

Moments later the fitting room door swings open. You pause before joining me. “You promise this dick sucking is going to be good?” You ask. “I promise. You’ll let me know when we are done” I smirk. “Alright. Bet” then you close the door behind you.

You stand as I run my hands down your body on my way down your slacks where I would find your 9 inch meat. I rubbed your long, hard cock wrapped around your silky slacks. I bit my lips holding back the floodgates of saliva. I could help but wonder how good you taste.

I unzip your pants door. Your throbbing cock pressed up against your turquoise boxer briefs. I pull the elastic of your underwear down when your dick pops out. I had to use all my self control not to put you in my mouth then. You were erect now and I was amazed at how enormous you were, especially your big head! It was slightly a darker pink than the rest of you.

I drag your pants down getting on my knees. You step out of your pants. Your erect cock bouncing up and down. I move one hand to cup your balls while the other moves up and down along his cock, admiring the length and girth. I look up at you. Your head is tilted back. Your body is relaxed. You are begging to breathe heavier. You wanted my velvety throat wrapped around your cock.

You can’t take it any longer, you pick up your cock with your right hand and position it against my lips. I feel the warmth of your precum oozing on my lips. I open my mouth to lick my lips and end up licking your pee slit. That’s when I hear you whisper, "suck me like on your stories". I was trembling. I was so excited. Before sliding it in my mouth, I licked the entire length of your cock with my soft wet tongue. Then took every inch of your cock down my throat, passed my uvula.

You grab my head and push it closer to you until my nose is deep in your pubes. As you slid further into my mouth and my throat, my eyes became filled with tears. Holding back and not trying to gag but that got you more excited. You watched it all as it was being reflected in the fitting room mirror.

You loved watching my sucking skills. Observing how my mouth moved up and down your cock. How I grasped your ass to control the motion. I could tell it was turning you on by how much precum your cock was releasing and by how harder you had become.

I pull your drenched cock out of my mouth. With my hands on your ass I turned you around. I asked you to place your hands on each side of the mirror in an “arresting” position. I maneuver your legs to a wide stance and dive my face between your smooth ass and shove my tongue in your ass. “Oh fuck” you shout while arching your back. “That feels good.” You let me know while reaching around and pushing my head further in your ass.

I suck on your cheeks and lick up and down your crack. You watch yourself in the mirror while playing with your dick. Every time I return my tongue to your hole your morning intensifies. “I didn’t expect it to feel so good.” You tell me. I shove my tongue in deeper. The sensual sensation drove you crazy. I had a feeling you were ready to cum.

You turn around and push me down and position your dick above my face. Giving your dick fast but short strokes. Your big mushroom head is so pent up it has turned purple. That’s when I hear your growl and moan. I know what’s coming. You grip your cock as it launches strings of creamy white pearls. Grunting every time your dick cums. You watch in the mirror as you shoot loads all over your face. I slightly open my mouth to catch some of your cum when you slide your dick down my throat. Finishing coming down my throat.

You pick up your pants and walk out of the fitting room. You walk out so fast I wonder where you’re going. I wiped your cum off my face and licked my drenched hands when you returned with a roll of paper towels. I had cleaned up most of the mess.

You walked me towards the front of the store to let me out. You don’t say much but I’m curious so I ask, “how was it?” With no hesitation you answer “you got some skills. It’s probably the best.” I smile and reply, “I told you.” And walk out of the store.