The lingerie section of a clothing store

Hand-in-hand, the man leads you to a nearby clothing store. Score! You came here to get some clothes, and this guy is taking you into a shop where you can get some -- you just need to convince him to.

"Can we go to the women's section?" you ask him.

"Sure thing," he responds, and the two of you walk in that direction.

You let go of his hand and spend some time looking through your options, and you pick out two outfits that you think will fit you.

"Don't you need some underwear, too?" he asks, taking your hand in his. He leads you to a section that can technically be called underwear, but only barely

Every item was either made of thin, see-through lace or would barely cover anything. You walk through a couple racks of bras and things -- some of which had a split right down the crotch.

He picks a matching pair off the shelf and holds it up in front of you. "You're a..." he pauses to look at the tag, "34DD right?

Not sure of the answer, you look down at your breasts, hefting them in your hands before responding, "yeah, that should work."

He hands the set to you before saying "how about you go try everything on?" He nods his head in the direction of a doorway labelled "fitting" with a symbol of both a man and a woman. The two of you go through the doorway, and inside you pick a changing stall.

He motions for you to go in and smiles. You do as he's expecting and go inside. You wait for him to follow but he simply says, "let me know when you're trying on the one I picked out."

You close the door behind you and look for a lock, but find none. The thought of not being able to lock the door is a little frightening, but you ignore it and begin stripping off your clothes. You take off your tank top followed by your bra. The mall cop already took your thong, so when you pull down your shorts you're completely naked.

You take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror, looking at your feminine curves. If you were still a guy, you'd fuck any girl who looked like this. You turn to the side to see your profile, admiring your full breasts and round ass.

You barely register the man your with saying "I think this one is free," before the door to your stall opens. You quickly turn your head to see a geeky looking late-teen aged boy staring back at you. You both freeze in shock for a solid second before you get your wits about you.

You rush to cover yourself up, and the boy starts apologizing profusely and quickly shuts the door.

"Sorry," the man you're with says, holding back a laugh, "I was pointing at that one."

"What the hell?!" you hiss in a whispered tone through the door.

"What?" You hear him whisper back. "I thought you liked showing off?"

You had to admit, your heart was beating hard once again. There was something exciting about being seen like this by a stranger, but you didn't want to admit it to yourself, much less this man you met less than an hour ago. You simply huff in response, quickly donning the lingerie he had picked out for you.

"Alright, I'm wearing it," you announce.

He whispers "okay, don't freak out -- I'm coming in." Before you can respond, the door opens just enough for him to slide in with his bag in hand. He puts it down on the bench to the side before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into a kiss.

Without thinking, you kiss him back. As he holds you close, you feel his hard erection pressing into your belly. He reaches his free hand down to your crotch and starts rubbing it firmly but gently. You moan into his mouth at the sudden pleasure.

"You've got me so horny," he whispers, pulling the hand that was on your crotch away and licking your glistening juices off of his fingers. "You taste amazing." He drops to his knees and pulls the lacy thong aside. He begins licking your clit, running circles around it with his tongue before taking it between his lips and suckling softly.

You throw your hand over your mouth to keep from moaning into the fitting room. This is way too public a place to make too much noise. Trying to stay quiet is making this hard, but also that much more exciting. What if someone randomly opens the door?

Your knees start to tremble. You're going to cum so quickly again. Maybe the man is right about you.

Before you go over the edge, he pulls himself back. "Not yet," he says softly, reaching into his bag and pulling the dildo back out, along with a few small black cylinders. They looked like film canisters.

"I have four of these," he says, "if you want the dildo you choose one."

"I don't care, just put it inside me," you say.

"You have to pick one. Three are the fake cum from earlier. One is... my own special sauce."

You don't even question it. You need to cum -- specifically you need to cum from his wonderful dildo.