Shopping with mirrors

Date Night;

Shopping with mirrors

I was shopping for a good while now, in and out of clothing shops. I just haven’t found anything that I felt was sexy enough to buy. Still, I kept walking through this big mall, I found another cute little clothing shop tucked in one of its corners. I gave the dresses in the display window a good looking over, they were just the thing I had in mind and decided to go in. The dresses were a little bit more expensive than I would have liked but…I kept looking through the racks anyway.

There were a few other ladies browsing other racks, some being helped by the assistants. I just happened to look up and my eye caught this man standing off to the side. He was just watching everyone, he seemed a little odd to me. I’ll bet he’s gay, I thought. As I kept looking through more racks of dresses. I finally found two dresses, I ready liked the look of one. It was a short flowery summer dress another a tight simple yellow dress with a completely open back, but I just wasn’t sure about that one.

Over in the corner of the shop, I spotted what could be the changing rooms. As I made my way over there, so I walked over and I slipped into the one on the right and pulled the curtain closed. These changing cubicles were quite spacious, there were mirrors on three walls. “This is nice,” I said as I did a little half spin checking myself out in every mirror. I hung up the dresses on the peg just beside the doorway. I removed my T-Shirt and slipped out of my skirt. I grabbed the first dress, the short flowery summer dress slipping it over my head. I continued adjusting it as I looked at myself in the mirror. I kind of like the dress, it looks kind of sexy on me, and I felt a little sexy.

“Can I help you?” a man’s voice came from the changing room entrance.

I jumped, I wasn’t expecting anyone in here.

“Oh… I’m just trying on a couple of dresses,” I said nervously

“No problem” he answered. “Just let me know if you need any help.”

A mischievous streak shot through me.

“I’m not sure which dress I should buy, I want something sexy to turn my boyfriend on” adding, “I haven’t seen him for a couple of months.”

With my devilish grin in the mirror, I had never teased a gay man before.

“Well I’d have to see you in them to give any opinions, now wouldn’t I,” he said.

I stepped sheepishly out in the summer dress and gave a spin ending with a sexy pose.

“Hmm nice” he paused, “ I’ll need to see you in the other dress too?” while in a somewhat judgment stands.

I step back into the cubical but didn’t close the curtain all the way.

“What am I doing?” I thought.

A rush was running through me and in the mirror, I could see him watching, I’m starting to blush. I raised the summer dress over her head, now just standing there in my underwear. After dropping the dress I turn toward the other one, I looked in the mirror, over my shoulder I see him move closer. I watched as he seemed to admire my body. He then reached in and took the other dress off the hanger and hands it to me. He steps in and standing directly behind he helped me slipped it over my head. As the material slowly falls over my skin I felt his hand lightly touch her breast. Perhaps the touch lasting slightly longer than I would have expected, but it sent a shock wave through my body. It didn’t seem to bother him, he just continued to smooth the material over my hips and bottom, it felt very professional before he finally backs out into the hallway. I turn and follow him out, doing a spin and posse in front of him.

“Your panties are showing through.” He said with a tone of disgust,

“Oh, perhaps I should remove them,” I said turning and steps back in.

“Yes, perhaps you should” he replied rather snottily.

I watched in the mirror as I reached up under the dress and slowly peeled my panties down my legs. Bringing them up to shoulder height, straighten my arm off to the side and discarding them in the corner of the changing room. Felt like an old vaudeville show harlot, either I’m feeling more devilish or taking this as a personal challenge to turn this gay man on. Whichever, I’m was getting heated up and bolder.

I’m still watching him in the mirror, he stands out there in his judgmental stance.

I turn, walk back out doing another full turn again.

“Beautiful,” He remarked as he stepped closer and running his hands over my shoulders, down over my arms and stopping at my hips. His hands still on my hips as he turns me around and looked me up and down. He bent down on one knee to adjusts the hem of the dress, as I watch his every move via the mirror.