I Let Him Take Me in the Dressing Room (F22)

I wasn't planning on doing anything wild that day. I was just out shopping, bored, wearing a short tennis skirt and a cropped hoodie. No bra, no panties. I like feeling the breeze when I walk, and honestly, I enjoy the attention when guys notice.
I stopped at a small boutique and went into the dressing room with a few outfits to try on. The guy working there was probably mid-20s, tall, with tattoos peeking from under his sleeves. He was watching me the whole time. When I stepped out of the curtain to look in the mirror, he said, "You look good in that," his eyes drifting down to my thighs.
I bit my lip and turned a little, lifting the skirt just enough for him to see I wasn't wearing anything underneath. He raised his eyebrows. I looked him dead in the eye and whispered, "Wanna see more?"
Thirty seconds later, he was behind the curtain with me. We didn't say a word. He pulled my top up and started sucking on my tits while I grinded against his thigh. I was already soaking. I dropped to my knees, unzipped him, and started sucking him right there in the changing room while people walked past just a few feet away. The thrill made everything feel hotter.
He bent me over the bench and fucked me hard. One hand was over my mouth, the other gripping my hip. I had to bite my own hand to keep from moaning too loud. I came all over him, shaking. He finished on my ass, breathing heavy, whispering, "That was insane."
I walked out flushed, still dripping down my thighs, wearing a new dress I didn't even pay for. I think about it every time I pass that store.