I fucked a YOUNG COCK in a dressing room today...

I fucked a retail worker in a dressing room thirty minutes ago and I'm sitting in my car trying to catch my breath.

I'm Melissa. I'm 43 years old and I'm a marketing manager going through the ugliest divorce you can imagine.

I went shopping today because my friend insisted I needed new clothes to feel good about myself post-split. I wasn't planning on anything except maybe buying a dress that didn't remind me of my failed marriage.

Instead I ended up with Jordan's cock inside me while other customers shopped ten feet away from the dressing room where he was fucking me against the mirror.

He's 25. He works at the boutique. And twenty minutes after meeting him I was on my knees sucking his dick in a locked dressing room while he told me how fucking hot I looked.

My makeup is smeared, my hair is a mess and I can still taste him.

My pussy is throbbing and I'm pretty sure our *juices* are leaking into my new underwear that I'm still wearing because we were too desperate to take everything off.

I need to tell someone what just happened because I still can't believe it did.

….

I walked into this upscale boutique around 2 PM, just browsing, not really committed to buying anything.

Jordan was working the floor and he approached me almost immediately.

"Can I help you find anything?" he asked, and when I looked up at him I felt this immediate jolt.

He was tall, maybe 6'0", with styled dark hair and this lean build. He wore the store's all-black uniform like it was designer and had these brown eyes that looked at me with way more interest than a sales associate should have.

"Just looking," I said, trying not to stare.

"Well, if you need anything, I'm Jordan. I'll be around."

He walked away and I caught myself watching his ass before snapping out of it.

I browsed for a while, pulling a few dresses to try, and every time I looked up Jordan was nearby.

Not hovering, just... aware of me.

And I was very aware of him.

He approached again after I'd gathered a few items. "Want me to start a room for you?"

"Sure, thanks," I said, handing him the dresses.

He led me to the dressing rooms in the back, unlocked a room, hung my items inside.

"Let me know if you need different sizes or anything else."

The way he said "anything else" felt loaded.

I went into the dressing room and started trying things on. The first dress fit well and I stepped out to see it in the three-way mirror outside.

Jordan appeared immediately. "That looks incredible on you. The color is perfect."

"You think?" I asked, turning to see the back.

"Absolutely. It fits you perfectly." His eyes traveled down my body in a way that wasn't quite professional anymore.

I went back in and tried on another dress. This one had a tricky zipper in the back that I couldn't quite reach.

I stepped out. "Could you help with this zipper?"

"Of course," he said, stepping close behind me.

His fingers brushed my bare back as he worked the zipper and I felt goosebumps rise. He was so close I could feel his breath on my neck.

"There you go," he said, but his hands stayed on my waist for a second longer than necessary.

Our eyes met in the mirror and the air between us changed.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

He stepped back and I went to try on the last dress, but my heart was pounding.

This dress was more revealing. It was lower cut and tighter.

When I stepped out Jordan's reaction was immediate.

"Fuck," he said, then caught himself. "Sorry. I mean... wow. You look amazing."

"You think it's too much?" I asked, even though I could see in his eyes exactly what he thought.

"Not at all. It's perfect. You're..." he trailed off, stepping closer. "You're really beautiful."

The compliment felt genuine and it hit me somewhere deep.

"I'm 43 and going through a divorce," I said, not sure why I was telling him this.

"I don't feel beautiful most days."

"Then your ex is an idiot," he said, close enough now that I could smell him

"Because you're fucking gorgeous."

We stared at each other and I knew we were at a decision point.

"I should probably try on those pants I grabbed," I said, but I didn't move.

"Probably," he agreed, but he didn't move either.

Then he said, "Can I be honest about something?"

"Sure," I breathed.

"I've been hard since you walked into the store. Watching you try on these dresses is driving me insane."

My pussy clenched at his admission. "Oh."

"Tell me if I'm completely misreading this," he said, "but I really want to kiss you right now."

I should have said he was misreading it and maintained appropriate boundaries.

"I want that too," I said instead.

He kissed me right there in front of the three-way mirrors and I kissed him back desperately.

His hands were on my waist and mine were in his hair and we kissed like we'd been wanting to for hours instead of minutes.

"Inside," I gasped against his mouth. "Someone could see."

We stumbled into my dressing room and he locked the door behind us. The space was small and we were pressed together and his hands were already working on the dress zipper.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I breathed as the dress fell.

"Want me to stop?" he asked, his hands on my hips.

"God no," I said, reaching for his belt.

I got his pants open while he unhooked my bra and then his hands were on my breasts and I was moaning into his mouth trying to stay quiet.

"You're so fucking perfect," he groaned, and before I knew what was happening I was sinking to my knees.

I pulled his cock out and it was hard and thick and I wanted it in my mouth immediately.

"Fuck," he hissed when I wrapped my lips around him.

I sucked him deep.

I was working him with my hand and mouth, and he braced himself against the wall trying to stay quiet.

"If you keep doing that I'm going to cum," he warned.

I pulled off. "Not yet. I need you inside me first."

He pulled me up and turned me to face the mirror, bending me forward slightly. I braced my hands on the mirror and watched as he pulled my panties down just enough.

"Condom?" I asked.

"Fuck, I don't have one," he said, sounding desperate.

"I'm on birth control," I said, making a split-second decision. "Just pull out."

He groaned and positioned himself behind me.

I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy for a second and then he pushed inside me.

We both had to bite back moans.

"Oh god," I gasped, watching us in the mirror. He filled me completely and the visual of it made it even hotter.

He started fucking me hard and fast, his one hand was over my mouth to muffle my moans.

The sexiest shit was that both of us were watching us banging in the mirror.

The sounds were obscene but we tried to stay quiet. I could hear other customers outside, their voices, footsteps, and it made my pussy clench even more on his cock.

"You feel so good," he breathed in my ear. "You're so fucking tight and wet."

I was dripping down my thighs, my pussy juice was coating his cock, and watching it in the mirror made me even wetter.

"I'm close," I gasped against his hand.

His other hand found my clit and that was it. I came hard as my knees buckled and he had to hold me up while I shook through it.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," he groaned.

He pulled out quickly and I spun around and dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth just as he came.

He filled my mouth and I swallowed it all, looking up at him while I did.

"Holy shit," he breathed, looking down at me in disbelief.

We cleaned up quickly, both of us were shaking haha. I pulled my clothes back on while he tucked himself away.

"I can't believe we just did that," I said.

"Me neither," he agreed. "But I'm not sorry."

"Me neither," I admitted.

He unlocked the door and checked that the coast was clear. "Can I get your number?"

I gave it to him without hesitation.

and… I bought all the dresses.

….

I'm sitting in my parking lot and I can still feel him. My jaw is sore, my pussy is tender, and I'm pretty sure everyone in that store knew what we were doing.

I just fucked a stranger in a dressing room twenty minutes after meeting him.

I'm 43 years old and I've never done anything like this in my life.

And I'm absolutely seeing him again.

He's already texted asking when.

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Welcome to The MILF Diaries. This is a collection of stories inspired by real confessions from women aged 35 and above. They come to me with their secrets, the things they've done, the desires they hide, and the moments they can't tell anyone else about.

I change names and details to protect them, but the core of each story? That's REAL . The diary is growing, and this is one of the many entries I'm sharing publicly. There's many more to come!

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