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realised where we were I stiffened in fear. I heard voices in the shop. Relief swept through me. Margaret would be distracted for a while serving them and wouldn’t be listening to us.
    Darren pulled me back towards the armless chair. He sat back on it, opening his trousers to reveal a naked and eager cock beneath. My eyes widened and I started to shake my head, but the lust in his eyes tallied up with that which pulled in the bottom of my stomach and I walked towards him.
    He freed a condom from his pocket—the man was well prepared—and sheathed himself. He spun me round and pulled me down into his lap, my back to him. I hovered just above him. He manoeuvred his erection until it pressed at my wet entrance. Nothing but a kiss and I was already soaked wet and eager for him.
    I slid down over his thick manhood with little problem. I sat still for a moment. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked at the exposed areas of my breasts as I started to move up and down. All the time I was alert to noises outside the changing area. The voices were still mumbling, I couldn’t tell what was being said, they were too far away and I was distracted by the harsh panting of Darren’s breath merging with mine.
    While I rode him he followed the contour of my waist and lower with his fingers until they dipped between my thighs and found my clit. I whimpered and bit my lip. Orgasmic pleasure coursed through my veins. At any moment we could be caught. I couldn’t scream or moan, I had to stay quiet. It was torture. I wanted to be noisy, to roar out my pleasure, but I couldn’t or we’d be discovered.
    I came sharply, my teeth clamped into my lower lip painfully holding in the shout of delight that so wanted to echo around the silken confines of the little room. He shook and stilled moments later, his face pushed up against the line where the fabric met my flesh. When we pulled apart I could see the red line imprint that the force of our coupling had left.
    “We better hurry,” he whispered. “Margaret will be suspicious.”
    He helped me unfasten the garment after freeing the condom from his cock and making himself presentable once more. When he unlaced me he started talking again but in a louder tone.
    “Yes, that looks lovely, we’ll have these.”
    “Okay,” I replied, then whispered the rest. “But I didn’t try them all on.”
    He shrugged and I pulled on my underwear. “They’ll fit perfectly, Margaret has a good eye.”
    He was right, Margaret did have a good eye. She’d picked out the perfect corset for me at a glance. I didn’t imagine some knickers and stockings would stump her. Soon enough I was dressed and out in the stark brightness of the shop. Margaret’s other customers had left and she was behind the till, beaming.
    “Were they all right for you then?” she asked, politely.
    “Fitted perfectly,” I declared, trying hard not to look embarrassed. My cheeks heated anyway but I tried not to look down guiltily. I met her stare.
    “Absolutely spot on,” Darren added. “Thank you, Margaret.”
    “My pleasure,” she replied, taking the proffered credit card from Darren’s hand. As the transaction worked she wrapped my purchases in tissue. I just wanted out of the shop. Could she smell the sex on us? Did we look rumpled and sexually replete? A lady who could pick out a corset for a woman at first glance would obviously be able to spot the signs of a couple who’d had nookie in her changing room. I squirmed from foot to foot, uncomfortably aware of my damp underwear and the warm tingle left over from my recent orgasm.
    “I hope you continue to enjoy your purchases.” Margaret passed the bag to Darren. “Thanks for visiting.”
    “Always a pleasure,” Darren replied with a wink. “Goodbye, Margaret.”
    “Do you think she knew what we were up to?” I asked Darren when we were farther down the street. He shrugged.
    “If she did, she didn’t care.”
    “You are a bad influence on me.” I shook my