Maxine The Masturbating Mall Chick
By
Joy Cox
Copyright 2012 Joy Cox
Smashwords Edition
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Maxine closed the fitting room door and slid the flimsy latch into place. She hung two skirts and a blouse on the hook.
Fitting rooms always made her a little uneasy. It felt a bit too close to being naked in public. But she loved the feeling of trying on hot outfits, even if she knew she would probably end up leaving the store without buying anything.
Maxine slid her simple white t-shirt over her head and reached first for the gossamer pink blouse. Her fingers stroked the delicate sheer fabric and then stopped for a moment. That blouse was sexy. Too sexy to ruin the look by trying it on over a bra.
As she unhooked the clasp of her bra, Maxine could feel the cool breeze from the overhead vent on her naked skin. She stood before the mirror, admiring her firm nipples.
She reached again for the pink blouse, took it from the hanger and slipped into the inviting silken fabric. The sleeves were sheer and full, and the bodice fitted the contour of her curves as if the designer had crafted it with her body in mind.
Maxine slowly moved her hands along the front of her body, admiring the delicate fabric. She felt the soft bounty of her breasts and rubbed the slippery satiny blouse between her rock hard nipples and her inquisitive, probing fingertips.
"I wonder how this blouse would look with my hair down?" she thought to herself. Seconds later her question was answered as she removed her ponytail band and her thick locks cascaded around her shoulders.
The transformation was astounding. Gone was the wholesome "girl next door" look. The reflection looking back from the mirror looked like a woman who was ready to fuck - fuck hard and with abandon.
Maxine picked up her purse and pulled out her lipstick. Moving closer to the mirror she pouted her lips and applied a thick coating of Passion Shimmer.
Hot.
Oh wait. Not. Maxine had made the classic fitting room mistake. Yes, she looked pretty hot - except for the faded jeans and frumpy sandals. Never mind, that could be fixed in a flash. All she needed to do was decide which of the two skirts to try on first.
Maxine kicked off her sandals, unfastened the button of her jeans, lowered the zipper and let them slide down her hips to land in a pile on the floor. Then she turned her attention to the two skirts. Again she turned to the mirror holding one hanger in each hand while she contemplated the look she was trying to achieve. Although both skirts looked good on the rack, in the dressing room neither looked right. Ripe lips. Luscious hair. Erect nipples straining under a sensuous shirt. And two disappointing skirts. Maxine hung them back on the hook.
She stood thinking for what felt like an eternity, then slid her panties from her hips, down her long legs and kicked them over to her crumpled jeans. Spreading her legs slightly she returned her gaze to the mirror. "Yeah" she thought, "Now THIS is hot."
Maxine moved the fitting room bench away from the wall and sat down. For a moment she had second thoughts. Was she really going to do this? Sure, the fitting room was private - but somehow it still felt so public.
The warming wetness of her pussy made her decision for her. She licked her lips, tasting the fresh lipstick, took a deep breath and gave into her desire.
Maxine lay back on the bench and spread her legs. The coldness of the bench was an exciting contrast to the heat she could feel deep between her legs. And the blouse! It was like being enveloped in silk sheets! How could she resist stroking her breasts and rubbing her nipples harder and harder? How could she ignore the feelings coming from the rest of her body?
The fingers of her right hand gave her right nipple a final squeeze and then slowly began their journey downward. Over the roundness, then across the expanse of smooth skin until they found the neatly trimmed mound of downy hair framing the source of her desire. The soft dry hair turned to wetness as she inched closer and closer to her goal. Maxine spread her legs even further and turned so that she could see the mirror. Her eyes widened as she saw herself, fingers stroking her glistening pussy, hair streaming off the bench, decadent pink lips and blouse, and flushed cheeks to match.
Slowly, slowly she stroked her shiny wetness trying to prolong and savor the sensations and resist the urge to let her fingers begin their exploration of her eager clitoris. Slow strokes around and around - closer and closer, but waiting and savoring the anticipation. Her hips rocked rhythmically as her body sought the touch that her willpower was denying. Fingers sliding back and forth, back and forth through the growing wetness between pussy and clit - so teasingly close to each, and then finally giving in to circle her throbbing love button.
Maxine's eyes closed and she luxuriated in the sensuous feelings of slick, stroking pleasure. She felt the delicious tingle, the rising feelings of passion and lust. Her breathing quickened as she felt herself moving toward the moment when she would lose herself, body thrashing in the waves of the shuddering climax that felt was so close.