Who Knew a Fitting Room Could Be This Steamy?

A touch of exhibitionism was always on my bucket list

Work of Art

Ever since I read somewhere that the right underclothes can boost your inner confidence and self-esteem not to mention sexiness, I make a point of carefully selecting what I wear depending on the occasion.

Trust me, it does make a difference when it comes to channeling your inner goddess and yes, expressing creativity by playing with the colors and textures.

It is not surprising therefore that I find shopping for lingerie enjoyable. It is not only an intimate experience for me but an emotional one too.

Intimate in the sense that skimming my fingers across the soft frothy fabric is such a turn-on.

The emotional part refers to the fact that I have finally reached a point of loving the body I have after years of body image insecurity.

Treating myself to sexy lingerie is one of the ways I practice self-love.

An Impromptu Romp

My then-boyfriend and I were out at the mall on a weekday and it was predictably deserted. Did we pick the day on purpose? Not really. It was more a spur-of-the-moment thing — a gap in both of our busy schedules so we chose a midway point to touch base.

Isn’t it funny how unplanned things turn out better than we imagined? I tell you spontaneity is so underrated in my opinion.

It can very well lead to one-of-a-kind experiences. Like an impromptu romp in a fitting room.

On that particular day, we window-browsed for a while without any fixed destination in mind before meandering into a high-end department store. I found some lingerie that sparked my interest and trekked off to try them on while my partner in crime found himself a chair to wait in.

I am busty for my small frame so usually push-up bras with a nice lace trim are my go-to for a nice, uplifting look.

However, after trying out a few things, only two sets, one a creamy white teddy and another a pleated baby doll in black made the final cut. And being the little exhibitionist that I am, I sent him a couple of selfies under the pretext of asking his opinion.

Before I knew it he was knocking at the door and pushing his way in.

The look in his eyes was like a man starved for days. No wonder they say a gap of a few days makes the heart fonder (wink, wink).

I know what he usually likes but it was not one of those days for taking it slow, so to speak.

In other words, he was in no mood to start things off with his favorite treat but had me pressed back against the flimsy wall plundering my mouth without any words exchanged.

I barely had time to draw in a ragged breath before he lifted me up in his strong arms and we were off to the races.

To this day, I don’t know whether any of the store associates or shoppers had a clue about what we were up to. It may have helped that he had a hand clamped over my mouth throughout to keep the volume down😛

Maybe the cashier had an inkling after I blushed scarlet when she asked us how satisfied we were with the products and service.

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