Shopping for Him

"Shopping for Him"

 Fun behind a changing room curtain all because he said to do it.

Cayleigh shut her lap top and scooted back in her chair taking a deep breath.  “Is he for real?” she asked out loud to an empty room.  She sat there staring blankly as the room darkened a bit with the coming night.  A few minutes later she was startled back to reality when her cat, a black Persian named Karl, jumped into her lap.   He voiced his disdain with having not yet been fed and she quickly moved off to satisfy his command.  Later on that evening as she lay in bed she replayed her adventurous electronic chat with her new mystery man over and over in her head.  How she stumbled across him was pure coincidence but since that first fateful day of keyboard flirting she had been hooked. He was addicting in the way he could spin words and just seem to know her every desire and now he was asking her to do things she would never even think of on her own in a million years.  That’s what had her mind reeling tonight.  He had asked her to be really naughty and she was a bit scared. Cayleigh wasn't scared about what he had asked.  She was scared because she was actually considering doing it.  As she lay in her bed reliving a bit of her conversation with her new gentleman friend she slid a hand under the waistband of her panties and fingered her wetness.  Smiling and drowsy, she eventually drifted off to sleep, imagining what he would do if he were with her at that very moment.

When her alarm went off Cayleigh was ready for it.  She had actually been awake for nearly an hour already but she did not want to wake Karl as he lay purring nestled in a ball on top of her feet.  Now Karl had no choice but to move as she practically sprinted from her bed to the bathroom knocking him to the side.  “I am doing it!” she said out loud with determination and a wicked smile as her cat stretched uncaring. With that she turned on the shower and began to get ready for the day’s instructed adventure.  After she applied her makeup just right and had managed to squeeze into her sexy dark blue denim skin tight jeans she grabbed a cup of coffee and opened her laptop.  She was schoolgirl giddy with nervousness and excitement.  She hoped he was there. She hoped he had sent her a message during the night. Once everything had loaded on the screen and she looked at her inbox she was a bit miffed.  There was nothing there.  Yes of course there were emails from a prince in Nigeria and something from her mom but there was nothing from him.  A moment of sadness and need crept over her but it was quickly replaced with more determination.  She told him she was willing to do what he asked and she was going to do it.  With that she smacked her laptop shut, grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door.

She drove through the parking lot of the local mall trying to find a spot with a bit of shade.  If you spend three hours at the mall on a sunny day coming back to a car that’s been sitting in the heat all that time is no fun.  Eventually Cayleigh found a nice spot not too far from her favorite stores and parked.  As she walked in to Macy’s she grew a bit nervous.  She was there to pick up a few shirts for work.  It had been a while since she had bought herself any decent work clothes so it was about time for at least a couple new ones. This is what she had told her mystery man yesterday during one of their flirty exchanges and this is how he came up with a challenge for her.  They had been discussing the idea for a few days of mister and mistress, master and slave, pretty much all that taboo yet alluring fringe erotic stuff. Neither of them had ever really tried it or participated in anything like it in their own personal sex lives but they both found it intriguing.  It was just a fun kinky discussion with no real intent.  When and how the line was crossed from discussion to actually doing something like that neither of them could ever say but here she was now about to do what was asked of her.  “Was she his?” Cayleigh thought to herself.  He never really commanded her, it was more of a request, yet here she was doing as asked or maybe told.  She smiled at the thought of being told what to do and focused on shopping.

Once Cayleigh had selected a few shirts she thought would be nice she headed to the dressing rooms.  An older lady stood on guard assigning numbers and stalls.  Cayleigh didn't like her the moment she laid eyes on her.  She could tell she was one of those judgmental old women who felt they are supposed to have a more important role in life.  The old lady eyed her suspiciously as she counted out her shirts acting as if Cayleigh was planning a major heist of $7.00 shirts form the Macy’s clearance rack.  Cayleigh knew she wouldn’t be able to do what she had to set out to do here.  Her mystery man would have to wait or just be disappointed. “Besides, I am not his, or am I?” Cayleigh wondered.  She was lost in thought trying on the clothes, not really paying attention to the fit, when a knock came at the door.  “Are you ok in there?” came a gravelly voice which Cayleigh could only assume came from the self appointed warden of the Macy’s dressing room.  She replied she was fine and quickly put her own normal top on. This simply wasn't going to work or happen she thought to herself as she exited the room and handed her balled up pile of shirts to the disgruntled looking old lady.  As she exited the store and headed into the mall Cayleigh pulled out her phone and on whim pulled up her email.  There he was.  Her heart skipped and stomach dropped.  Mystery man was thinking about her.  He hadn't said much.  It was a simple hello and question.  Did you do it?  Cayleigh stopped walking and typed with a smile on her face “Not yet, but I will.  I hope you are thinking of me.”  With renewed determination she was again ready to do as she was told.

Spying the new Forever 21 that they had recently put in at the mall Cayleigh walked in ready to shop and have a bit of fun.  The music was loud and funky and the staff was full of young and pretty much uncaring girls.  “This is gonna happen” Cayleigh whispered to herself.  She went up a flight of stairs and walked through the Juniors section eyeing the latest in barely there “going out” tops and snagged a few off the racks.  She really didn't even bother to look at the sizes.  She was here for one reason and one reason only.  As she approached the dressing room in the back corner of the store she looked around for an attendant.  It was a few moments before a store employee walked by.  The girl was no more than seventeen with overdone makeup and a plastered smile.  “I would like to try these on? Cayleigh asked.  The girl said go ahead and walked off in the other direction.  “She is definitely not related to the Macy’s warden” Cayleigh thought to herself smiling.  She walked into the fitting room choosing the furthest one in the back.  As she stepped in locking the door behind herself she tossed the shirts on the bench and pulled out her phone.

Cayleigh scrolled through her emails looking for his.  When she found it she smiled and then read it again.

So you would be willing to accept a challenge from me huh?  Well it’s not too crazy. Just a simple one.  When you get to the mall, find some jeans and go to changing room to try them on.  While you are in there finger yourself for 60 seconds.  No less no more.

Cayleigh closed her phone smiling. Yes her gentleman friend was indeed dirty and telling her what to do and she planned to listen to what he said.  Eyeballing the pile of shirts on the bench she thought to herself they were close enough.  Quietly she unzipped her jeans and shimmied the tight denim down her thighs exposing her pink low rise boy cut panties.  She then slid her fingers under her waistband and found her already moist pussy.  Slowly she began to tickle her lips slickening her fingers with her own growing wetness.   She was actually doing this she thought as she grew more and more turned on.  She was fingering herself in public.  Her mind wondered and she thought of him, her mystery mister and how his fingers would feel on her cunt.  With those thoughts she worked herself faster and more intent.  Sixty seconds had since passed but she was determined to cum now.  There was nothing more difficult and exciting than cumming while standing up and here she was trying her damnedest. Later on she would wonder why she just didn't sit on the bench but for now she circled faster and faster as she stifled her low moans.  Her mind flashed to wild thoughts of this man she never met and how his tongue would feel running across her clit and that nearly set her off.  A small shudder began growing and traveling her body and as she neared an intense peak she lifted her head up and found her reflection in the full length mirror.  At that very moment she had slipped two wet fingers deep inside of her pussy and came intensely.  She smiled at herself as one last moan escaped her lips.  There she was with her jeans clinging to her thighs, one hand up against a wall supporting her and the other buried in her pink panties with a huge and delightful wet spot on them, in the changing room, staring at herself and all she could think was that she hoped he would be pleased knowing she did this for him.  She took her hands out of her panties and staring at her reflection did something she had never done before.  She tasted herself.  She brought her wet fingers to her mouth and licked them.  The salty sweetness was oddly pleasing.  “My god what are you doing to me?” Cayleigh asked softly out loud and then proceeded to pull up her jeans and tidy up. 

When she felt she was finished she gathered the shirts up and exited the dressing room.  There was no one around so she set the clothes on the counter and walked away.  As she was leaving the store she pulled out her phone and was startled by the employee she saw earlier.  “I take it you didn't find anything you liked” the young clerk asked.  Cayleigh smiled.  “Oh I definitely found what I liked” she responded as she left the clerk there with a confused look on her face.  Cayleigh put her phone away and figured she would email her mystery man to share the new when she got home.  “He is going to be so happy.” she thought to herself.  As she drove she pondered why she was so willing to do something so crazy asked to her by a stranger.  “Maybe I do like being told what to do.” She said out loud smiling as she pulled into her driveway.  “I can’t wait to see what he wants me to do next.”