The Dressing Room Mirror Didn’t Hide a Thing! Shopping was always one of my guilty pleasures. Slipping down to basically nothing with just a couple of flimsy walls, or even just a curtain, separating you from the eyes of the public. The dressing room mirror showcasing everything you hide beneath your clothes. There’s a thrill to it. A boldness that creeps into my body and makes me leave the door unlocked, hoping someone will walk in. Today, I finally got my wish.I had seen him in the store. Carelessly browsing racks of clothing with a bored expression, while I scooped up dresses and lingerie that I had no real intention of buying. Our eyes met, his gaze flicking down to the pile of lacy material in my arms. I could see them flare with heat for a moment. I smirked at him as I walked away toward the change rooms. Door left unlocked, I began to strip down til I was in nothing but my bra and panties. The dressing room mirror dominated one wall. It wasn’t long before I noticed the door handle turning in the reflection.Standing Behind Me Was My Temptation.I stared at his reflection behind me, eyes locked on mine through the glass. The look he gave me, eyes blazing with a fiery hunger, sent a rush of heat between my thighs. Then the telltale sound of the lock clicking brought back my smirk. I suppose he wanted to keep me all to himself. I pressed my palms against the dressing room mirror, arching slightly. His breath hitched. He stepped closer, his body towering over mine, his hand slid around my waist, fingers tracing down until they slipped between my thighs.The dressing room mirror showed everything. The way my lips parted, the shiver that rippled through me, and the way my knees nearly gave out when he found my wetness with a bold stroke. Evidently, watching myself unravel in real time was intoxicating. Then I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground. My nipples hardened instantly, half from the cool air and half from the way his breath quickened behind me. Two fingers plunged inside of me, stretching me out and bringing a moan to my lips. The sound echoed in a way that reminded me of the public just outside the walls.The Dressing Room Mirror Reflected Everything!My hips bucked against his hand as wetness coated my thighs. His fingers slipped from my body, a small cry leaving me at the emptiness they left behind. But in the dressing room mirror, I could see him suck his fingers into his mouth, tasting me. My thighs trembled. Then his hands were back on me, dragging my panties down, pulling back my hips to line up the head of his cock with my entrance.The first thrust made me see stars. He fucked me like the dressing room mirror was his audience, like he wanted me to see just how filthy I looked, flushed and trembling, begging for every brutal snap of his hips. My moans grew louder, faster, until the whole dressing room filled with the wet slap of skin on skin. I watched my face twist with ecstasy as my climax ripped through me, desperate cries falling from my lips.The only thought in my head was this: I’m so glad I didn’t lock the door.<a id="imagesList_gvImages_ctl03_hlOpen" class="TinyLink" href="http://www.phonekelly.com/Content/Staff/9154/Gallery/9154_5d3ba977.jpg" target="_blank" style="text-align: center; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(87, 88, 90); font-weight: 700; background-color: rgb(240, 244, 245);">http://www.phonekelly.com/Content/Staff/9154/Gallery/9154_5d3ba977.jpg</a>