Peeping Tom

I waited in silence as people came and went from the stalls next to me till finally a lacy bra and heels slid under the door. "Put these on and then come on out, I want a final look. I sigh as I slip off the strap of the dress and slip into the bra, having a little difficulty clasping it behind me before sliding the dress back onto my shoulders and slipping on the heels. I was shaky at first as I tried not to move to much and tip over as I open the door. Sarah quietly chuckled as she stepped into the stall with me and closed the door. "We need to stuff that bra, it doesn't look right." She grabbed a pair of panties that someone left behind and shoved them in one side before doing the same on the other. "Not bad, I would fuck you." Her hand slid behind me before taking a handful of my ass and squeezed tightly. "Now take it off and get dressed and find me outside, I have one more task for you before we go home." I sigh as she walks out and I hurriedly stop out of the clothes, glad I was done for now but worried for what she had in mind for what to do next. I quickly get dressed and collect the new clothes before heading out and finding her. "Now, some men tend to see women as just objects, so I want you to lay down on floor here under these long dresses with you body under this board. I want you to actually feel what women feel like men use women. Instead of figuratively getting walked on and abused, you'll physically get walked on abused. Looks like they're doing construction, it's hollow under the board and they have the clothes rack mostly on it with out a little of it sticking out in the walkway. Hurry up!!!" I take one glance at her which results in her pushing me down to the ground, me giving in and scrambling into the shallow hole. The majority of my body is under the clothes rack but my head is under the portion sticking out. I find out when she lays the board back down, it was covered in holes due to it being a scrap piece of wood and well work as it bowed down and pressed down against my chest. I see her take one last look at her handy work before quickly turning away as a woman turned down the aisle we were in and slowly walked as she looked at the dresses. I prayed she wouldn't stop on top of me but God must of had the day off as her foot came slamming down on my face before stepping closer to the dresses, thus walking down my body. I try not groan as my body support the majority of her weight on my chest as she scans through the dresses, giving me time to examine her body. She, by no means, was obese or even over weight. She looked like she spent a lot of time working out and eating all of the healthy foods. She in fact was actually wearing what looked like gym clothes right now, leggings that hugged her toned legs while a tight crop top hung from her shoulders as her breast pushed out against it. She had long brown, curly hair that went down just pass her shoulders. My eyes focus on her ass, the leggings showing every single detail while hiding any discrepancy. She rocked back and forth from foot to foot as she looked through the dresses, slowly taking small steps down my body as she worked down the rack. She let her purse fall to the ground so she could pull out a dress, taking a step back onto my chest as she looked the dress over. Letting out a sigh, she put the dress back on the rack and squatted down to pick up her purse. Her ass sped down towards my face hovering inches away with just the board separate us, the sweet aroma mixture of body wash, lotion and a morning worth of sweat washed over my senses as an erection quickly grew in my pants. She stayed squatting there for a few seconds, looking through her phone as a camel toe developed as her pussy lips ate the crotch of leggings. She gently scratched her lips, making them part and offering a new smell of musty sweetness to my nose before she stood up and dug her leggings out of her lips before walking off, letting me breath again without her weight standing on top of my chest.