I don't know what came over me...but I let a stranger watch me change at the mall

I consider myself a professional and "normal" woman. I just got married to my boyfriend of eight years (long time) and it's a great relationship. But the sex is...missing something.

At the mall today something just came over me. The JC Penny has an unmonitored changing area which is where I ended up. A wife dragged her husband ahead of me with an enormous pile of clothes. I had just a few pieces. His face was one of utter defeat - he had at least 30 minutes of sitting ahead of him.

His wife took the big handicap changing room so I went into the one next to it. This happened to be across from where he sat down.

Tried the first outfit on, a skirt and my top. Then I went out of my stall to the 180 mirrors and took a look. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him discreetly staring.

He was a relatively average looking guy, overweight and balding but not ugly by any means. I watched his eyes drift up my legs and that's when I got turned on.

I walked back to the stall, reached for the curtain...and half closed it. I could see him in the side mirror, but it wasn't obvious to him I could see him. He had a straight view into my stall.

His wife came out and he made some half hearted comment about her outfit. She went back in.

I don't know what came over me. I bent over to take my shoes off and felt the skirt raise all the way up until I knew half my ass was facing him.

I glanced at the mirror and saw him sit up straighter, jaw open.

Shoes off I stood back up and pulled my top off. I don't generally wear bras, so I stood there topless, my bare back to him. I made a big show of looking at my boobs in the mirror.

Fuck it.

I turned my whole body and kept looking over my shoulder like I was admiring my ass...while my boobs swung around towards him.

A complete stranger was seeing my breasts. And I was letting him. My heart was pounding. I needed to stop. But I couldn't.

I turned back and without thinking, dropped the skirt to my feet. I stood there in just a thong. I stretched and bent down again, my legs wide.

I came upright and looked in the mirror. We locked eyes. He gave me a silly thumbs up. I turned around to face him directly and shook my chest at him playfully. Then I closed the curtain and got dressed.

I felt high. Adrenaline raced through me.

I quickly walked out without looking at him and ran to my car. I took a moment to compose myself before driving home. It wasn't something I felt my husband needed to know...but I needed that thrill again.