You hear a knock on the door

The door rattled slightly, a soft knock breaking through the haze of pleasure. “Everything okay in there?” the sales associate’s voice called, her tone light but curious.

I froze, my heart racing, my body still trembling on the edge. I opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. This was my greatest fear, this will all come crumbling down, what would happen if I would get arrested as my mom, I would be stuck? This could destroy my mom’s life? Regardless of who I appeared to be, it would still be humiliating to be caught in the act? Would it be worse if my moms body got pleasure from being caught?

As all these thoughts rushed through my head, I had to find a way out. My breath hitched, and body still trembling as I yanked my hand away from myself, my heart pounding as if it might burst.

The sales associate’s voice still lingered in the air, a polite but insistent question that demanded an answer. She couldn’t know. She couldn’t possibly know. my mind raced, and cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and arousal I couldn’t quite shake.

“Y-yes!” I stammered, my voice cracking slightly as she scrambled to my feet, trying to clean the scene of the crime.

The lace of the lingerie now clung to my damp skin, and I fumbled to dry them off as much as possible with my own panties. Luckily my thick mess of pubic was able to contain and absorb most of my slick, juices. I managed to dry the lace panties off well, to the point where it may not be noticeable.

I quickly begin to redress in my original outfit,

my hands were trembling, as my fingers struggled to fasten the my bra. “Just—just finishing up!”

The sales associate’s voice softened, a hint of amusement in her tone. “Take your time, darling. Let me know if you need anything.”

God, did she know? my stomach churned with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, the memory and scents of my own touch still burning through me. I couldn’t stay here. I had to get out before the woman said something else, before she saw my face and knew exactly what she’d been doing.

my eyes darted to the mirror, catching a glimpse of myself—flushed, disheveled, my lips still parted as if she’d been caught in the middle of a moan. I quickly turned away, grabbing the wine-coloured lace lingerie set I tried on as well as the bodysuit I didn’t even try on, and scooped them into a pile as I picked up my other bags to leave the changing room.

I had to buy them. I couldn’t leave them behind now. My hands fumbled with the door handle, and I stepped out of the room, my heart still racing. The sales associate was waiting just a few feet away, her piercing green eyes scanning me with a knowing smile. My breath caught, and I quickly looked away, her cheeks burning in shame.

“Find everything you were looking for?” the woman asked, her voice smooth and low, almost teasing.

“Yes, thank you,” I muttered, my mother’s voice barely above a whisper. I thrust the lingerie toward the woman, my manicured hands trembling. “Just these.”

The sales associate took the lingerie with a practiced grace, her fingers brushing against mine for just a moment—a touch that felt far too deliberate. my breath hitched, and I quickly pulled my hand away, my skin tingling where the woman had touched me.

“Lovely choice,” the woman said, her lips curving into a sly smile. “This set has a certain… allure, don’t you think?”

My throat went dry and could only nod. I needed to get out of there, needed to put some distance between myself and this woman who seemed to see right through me.

I followed the sales associate to the register, my eyes darting around the shop as if looking for an escape route. The woman rang up my purchase with the same slow, deliberate movements, her gaze lingering on me as she handed her the bag.

“Enjoy,” she said, her voice laced with a subtle promise that sent a shiver down my spine.

As I tried to take the bag from her hand her leaned in and whispered seductively with a wink,

“Don’t fret, lady, you think you were the first person to ever get off in a change room? The only reason I work here is to try on lingerie and do the same thing. Next time, do me a favor and send me a video please”

I glanced at the receipt and saw the phone number scribbled on the back. I took the bag without a word and hurried out of the shop. The cool air of the mall hit my face, allowing me to regain some of my composure, I could finally breathe again. But the heat in my body hadn’t faded, the memory of my touch still lingering, and I knew I wasn’t done yet.