What a hot story!
All the more so because it kind of mirrors an experience of my own, but from the other side of the curtain so to speak, ie from the outside looking in.
It happened one day when I was out one day with my wife who was shopping for a new dress, so you can imagine how bored I was.
Until, that is, I noticed a lady changing through a narrow gap in one of the curtains. She was taking her top off to try something else on and I instantly found myself riveted.
I could not help but stare and soon enough she caught me looking. It looked like she was a little embarrassed, so I thought it better to look away. However I found the temptation to glimpse again way too irresistible, and this time I noticed that she had not only removed her top, but her bra as well. The sight that met my eyes was utterly spellbinding. Her shapely boobs were topped off with the most exquisite pink nipples.
I could feel my heart pounding with excitement, so loud it felt like it must be obvious to everyone else in the shop what I was up to. Not least my wife, who I knew would have been mortified were she to catch me ogling.
It wasn't long before my wife came over to ask my opinion of a dress she had chosen, and it was all I could do to switch off and give her the attention she demanded.
Fortunately my better half soon resumed her search for something a little better, leaving me free to continue indulging my voyeuristic reverie.
When I resumed my peeping it quickly became clear that the young lady was now deliberately putting on a show for my benefit whilst feigning unawareness of my presence.
What gave her away was the occasional furtive glances she would throw in my direction. At one point she actually caught my eye whilst continuing to flaunt her delicious naked breasts. She seemed both distracted and emboldened by my gawping and determined to carry on with the show.
In fact it seemed to me that her excitement had been quickened even more by the appearance of my wife. Maybe she saw the competition for my attention as an extra challenge, one that was intensifying her frisson.
Whatever was going on with her, I was completely at her mercy and she seemed to know it. I was in a trance just watching her tits jiggling around whilst she tried on one garment after another.
Until at last my wife returned and I had to tear myself away again, this time for good, because wifey seemed to have cottoned on to what I'd been up to and hastily steered me out of the shop.
But like you it Juliet, from the other side it gave me a huge buzz and fuelled quite a bit of wrist activity when I got home not to mention more frenzied lovemaking later that night.
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