"Sir, Miss Aria is outside," the attendant whispered urgently, her eyes wide with panic as her hand rested on my cock.
I imdiately clamped my hand over her mouth, pressing my palm firmly against her lips to silence her. I didn’t want Aria to find like this, naked, my cock hard and throbbing, with another woman’s hand wrapped around it in the middle of a fitting room.
"Alex?" Aria called from outside, her voice curious as she stood just beyond the curtain, clearly thinking I might be in one of the trial rooms.
Neither of us spoke.
I kept my hand over the attendant’s mouth, my body tense as I waited for Aria to move on. The attendant’s breathing was quick and shallow against my palm, her eyes locked on mine with a mixture of fear and lingering arousal.
I wanted Aria to think I wasn’t here.
"Hey, do you know where the guy I was with went?" Aria’s voice ca from just outside the fitting room, carrying clearly through the thin curtain as she spoke to so other attendant nearby.
"Sorry, ma’am, I just ca in," the other woman replied politely.
"He might have gone to the bathroom," Aria murmured to herself.
A mont later, her footsteps receded down the hallway, gradually fading into the boutique’s background noise.
Only when the footsteps were completely gone did I slowly remove my hand from the attendant’s mouth. She took a shaky breath, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her blouse. Her face was flushed, a mix of panic and lingering arousal clear in her expression.
"That was close, sir..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes flicking down to my still-hard cock that was in her hand.
"Yeah," I said, my voice low and rough as I looked down at her.
The attendant, clearly aroused by the whole risky situation, started stroking my cock involuntarily, her hand moving slowly up and down the thick shaft without her even seeming to realize she was doing it.
Her fingers explored its girth and heaviness, squeezing gently as if testing its weight and firmness.
"Ahh... your hands feel so good," I groaned, my cock twitching in her grip. "Sorry, what was your na?"
"It’s Tracy, sir... what’s yours?" she asked, her voice breathy, still slowly pumping .
"I’m Alex," I said, groaning again as she squeezed my cock a little harder, her palm sliding over the sensitive head.
"Sorry, sir... did I squeeze it too hard?" she asked, looking up at with wide, apologetic eyes, though she didn’t stop stroking.
"No, it was perfect," I replied, my breathing getting heavier. "But I don’t think I should leave like this." I gestured down to my rock-hard cock, which was standing straight out, throbbing visibly and leaking a bead of precum. I didn’t want to walk out in front of Aria with an obvious erection like this.
"Yes, sir," Tracy said softly, her hand still loosely wrapped around .
Her breasts looked really thick and soft, straining against the front of her blouse. I couldn’t resist anymore. I reached out and put my hand on one of them, giving it a firm squeeze, feeling the fullness and softness through the fabric.
"Ahhh..." Tracy moaned quietly, her body jolting slightly at the touch. "Sir... I’m married. I shouldn’t be doing this," she whispered, though she made no move to pull my hand away.
"But Tracy, look at how hard you have made ," I said, my voice low and teasing as I gave her breast another squeeze, my thumb brushing over her hardening nipple through her blouse.
Tracy’s breathing grew heavier, her hand tightening around my cock as she continued to stroke slowly. The small fitting room felt even smaller now, the air thick with tension and the scent of our mutual arousal.
She was clearly a mature, married woman in her early 50s, but the way her body responded to my touch told her professionalism was crumbling fast.
"But sir... you are Miss Aria’s boyfriend," she said, her voice shaky, trying to remind herself, and , of the boundary she was crossing.
"Yeah, Tracy... I think you’re right," I said, acting like I didn’t want her to continue, even though my cock was throbbing in her hand.
Tracy couldn’t stop stroking my cock. Her fingers kept moving up and down the thick shaft, slow and exploratory, as if she already knew she might never get another chance to enjoy a cock this massive and hard again.
"Sir... did you get hard because of ?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes flicking up to et mine with a mix of nervousness and hope.
"Yes, Tracy," I replied, pulling her closer by the waist and sliding my hand down to squeeze her ass cheek from behind, gripping the soft, full flesh firmly.
"Ahhh..." Tracy moaned at the sudden roughness, her body jolting slightly as my fingers dug into her ass.
Then I moved my hands to the front of her blouse and started opening it slowly, button by button. Tracy watched with eager, wide eyes, her breathing growing heavier as each button ca undone.
Soon the blouse was open, and I pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall. She was left in just her bra — a simple, practical one that barely contained her huge tits. I reached behind her, unhooked it, and let it fall forward, revealing her massive breasts.
"Tracy... your boobs are so big," I said, cupping them in both hands and squeezing them firmly, feeling their heavy weight and softness overflow my palms.
Tracy let out a soft, needy moan, her nipples hardening instantly under my touch. Her breasts were full and mature, with a slight natural sag that made them even more tempting.
I kneaded them roughly, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples, watching them pebble and darken as she trembled in front of .
"Ahh, sir... my tits are saggy. Do you like them?" Tracy asked, her voice breathy and self-conscious, clearly getting more aroused by the second as she stood there half-naked in the small fitting room.
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