The next day, as we agreed, Roma drove me in the evening. We wanted to go to MEGA - Roma was going to buy me a dress. The wedding of his friend was to take place at the weekend and we were invited to this solemn event. More precisely, Roma was invited, of course, but he already invited me - I did not know anyone there.

Recently, winter has spoiled us with pleasant weather, quiet and windless, with a light frost. While I assembled, thinking what to wear, he had already arrived and was waiting for me downstairs. I wanted to make him happy, and give myself pleasure, and so I decided not to burden myself with unnecessary clothes. Panties, as usual, I did not wear. Dressed in a dress, directly on the naked body and stockings of skin color. I thought that it would be easier to try on dresses - she took off over her head, dressed the other.

Wearing boots and a short jacket, I ran down the stairs. Climbing into the car and smacking Romika, I began to sit down on the seat.

- Mmm ..., - he stretched out in satisfaction, running his palm over my thigh and realizing that I did not have panties on.

“Everything is for you,” I said playfully.

- You would think, you might think ..., - he said in a joking tone, - I think it gives you no less pleasure.

- Eh, if I could, I would not dress at all.

“Listen,” said Roma, “but let's buy you another half-open shoes.” In an evening dress and in such shoes - you will look stunning.

- Great! - I supported the idea - come on.

“If it were still without pantyhose,” I thought.

“And without panties,” I continued to dream.

As we drove began heavy snowfall.

I imagined myself on the street in the form that Roma and I drew. I remembered a report from London, which I saw on TV, where they showed local life and the girls dressed like that in the winter in a nightclub. And for them it was completely normal. Soon below the belly, I felt the familiar pleasant warmth.

There were a lot of cars in the parking lot, and we parked quite far from the entrance, but I decided to leave the jacket in the car so that it would not interfere with the fitting of numerous dresses. As we walked to the entrance, I felt a frost through the dress pleasantly caressing my naked pussy.

The fitting of the first few dresses went off at a good level of arousal. Removing my dress, I remained practically naked and Roma, with might and main used it, to my own and, of course, to my pleasure. Then, as if by chance, he did not shut the curtain in the fitting room to the end, watching me and the reaction of other people who saw it. At such moments I also came off to the fullest, taking sexual poses, perhaps not always appropriate at the time of fitting the dress.

And sometimes Roma unexpectedly opened the curtains, bringing another dress.

Of course, I didn’t even think about dressing in between the fittings (unless of course it happened in the same salon). While Roma was picking up the size, I remained naked and I was excited by the thought that literally a few centimeters from me there were people. That only a thin fabric drapes separates me from them. I heard their voices, their movements - it was all so close that sometimes I wanted to look back - but am I the truth alone! The degree of my excitement gradually grew stronger ...

As I thought, I had to try on a bunch of dresses. But everything was not that ... That is not bright enough and solemn, then my size does not exist, that color is not that ... Gradually this process became somehow tiresome, instead of pleasant. And Roma is already tired ...

And I decided to make some difference to this boring process.

Roma unceremoniously opened the curtain in the dressing room every time, not caring at all about what I could see, and I decided to give him a surprise. Having thrown off my boots and rolled up my stockings, I sat down on a small chair, in the corner of the booth, facing the entrance. She spread her legs as wide as possible and put one on a small hook, on which hung a shoe horn, with fingers caught. The other was taken to the opposite side of the fitting room. My pisechka threw open and I again felt that the departing one was under the onslaught of the routine of what was happening, a surge of excitement. I began to gently stroke my pussy with my fingers, so I touched the clitoris and a pleasant shiver ran through my body.

I put my finger inside ... Then another finger ... There was little of this pussy. But there was nothing suitable at hand ... Except ... Shoe horn!

He was plastic, white and some incredibly long. I began to enter it into the pussy with the handle inside.

Hmmm ..., I gasped involuntarily with a sound.

I imagined how Roma would come in with the next dress, out of habit, opening the curtain. How nice, he will be surprised to see me in this form.

Realizing all this, I was getting more and more excited ... The tension was growing ... Closing my eyes, I imagined Roman opening the curtain, his face, surprised and surprised, his eyes glowing with passion ...

The orgasm was gradually approaching ... The horn moves faster and faster inside me, obeying growing excitement ...

And so, at that moment, when I came very close to orgasm, when the point of no return on the way to it was passed - the curtain opens wide ...

I open my eyes and meet my eyes with dazed eyes of a completely unfamiliar man to me!

At the same time, I begin to convulse in orgasm, and he continues to stand dumbfounded and look at me! As it then seemed to me, it lasted forever ... My endless orgasm ... This is a mutual state of shock stupor ...

I didn't even take the horn out of my pussy!

“And, excuse me,” he said, confused, at last, and closed the curtain.

My face instantly “flared up” - like that, a surprise ...

I began to clutter my boots - Roma could come from minute to minute, and it is better that he not know anything about this case.

“And here I am,” said Roma, opening the fitting room curtain. I just had time to shove the horn soiled in my juices into the corner of the booth.

I managed to do it in time, I thought.

"Bli-iin, stockings is not dressed, that's duurra"

“You took off your stockings,” he asked.

“Yes, something has become hot,” I lied, hiding my eyes.

- Oh, you are my hot girl, - he said with pleasure, and kissed me on the cheek, - Yes, you really burn everything.

I tried on another dress, but more to see - I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Wearing my own, I dragged Roma to another store, away from the "shame."

Passing by the pavilion with shoes, I noticed shoes. On a small platformochka, with a cutout for two fingers, white ... Mmm ... beauty! I really wanted to try them on.

The saleswoman looked at my bare legs with surprise when I was taking off my boots to try on shoes.

- Great! I said, standing up and looking at myself in the mirror.

- Yeah! - Roma agreed.

White shoes gently emphasized the gentle tan left over from the summer and even under this dress looked fucking awesome! Add more bright varnish on the fingers and it will be generally super!

Roma paid for shoes at the box office - I was happy!

I decided not to take them off and continue to pick up the dress already in shoes.

We walked along the shopping complex and I felt against the background of people dressed in winter clothes, naked. Light dress and shoes on bare feet - that's all my clothes. Every person passing by, no matter whether he was a man or a woman, watched me go. Someone glanced at her, someone held her gaze for a long time ... Men looked with desire, women with envy and condemnation ...

The novel was delighted with these views - he proudly walked along Mega, and his whole appearance said: “yes, this is my girlfriend, envy”.

I also could not remain indifferent to such attention, I felt how excitement began to grow in me. My naked little pussy craved affection.

At the same time we paid attention to this dress, and when our eyes met, they were in complete agreement: yes, this is it! Satin dress, red, with a deep neckline on the back ...

I could not wait to try it on! But, unfortunately, all the fitting rooms were occupied, and people crowded with things in anticipation of their turn.

“Come on, right here,” suggested Roman, “no one will see you between the rows!”

I looked around. There were quite a lot of people in the store, but we were between the rows of clothes, and could only see us from opposite sides of our row. At another moment, I would never have dared to do this, but my excitement dulled the sense of danger.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I removed my dress over my head ...