Waiting in the changing room

As the redhead left my view, I decided to wait in the changing cubicle. I moved into one corner, and waited as I heard the muffled sounds of shoppers chatting and the quiet whisper of shoes on carpet.

After a minute or so, which seemed to drag into eternity, my expectant wait was answered as two college girls walked into the changing room together, laughing. I had a good idea that I was the indirect source of their amusement, but at this point I had dismissed the redhead from my mind as I focused on the two trim figures that now crowded the small space.

Both were probably about 20, of similar height to me, and had enticingly firm bodies. One was Indian, her long black hair tied in a braid and her slim body well displayed in tight jeans and a top which hugged her small tits. The other was white, her brown, wavy hair cut short. Her own clothes, similar to her friends, showed off a slender physique, although her top plunged somewhat more, showing a thrilling view of her pert tits and the edge of the black, lacy bra that contained them.

As I enjoyed the view, the two had finished laughing, and my unformed question about why they had come into the cubicle together was answered