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The Dressing Room
Having explored the mall for about half an hour, Ted and Rachel made a stop in front of the shop and hoped to make a purchase. From outside, through the massive glass doors, several bright lights gave the apparels a beam and glow, making them come-inside-and-buy worthy. It was a long stretch of carefully arranged rows of shirts and shorts hanging in both circles and lines. They exchanged glances and knew this would be the perfect shop.
They were welcomed by an overly grinning female attendant clad in what appeared to be a pinafore who asked if they’ll be needing assistance of any sort. In Ted’s head he thought, “unless you’re down for a three way then sure, accompany us to the farthest and most private dressing room and let’s get on with it already.”
He would have felt Rachel’s elbow hit hard to his ribs if she could hear his thoughts. She was P.O.P as he often said—Protective, Obsessive and Possessive.
Ted smiled back and told the attendant they were okay by themselves. He thanked her and held his lovely girlfriend’s hand as they moved on.
The shop was organized and wider than it seemed from outside. The left side of the shop held most of the feminine clothing—ranging from exquisite dinner wears to the most delicate of underwears—with the middle row holding both bags and shoes of both genders. The other side of the shop, across the middle aisle had the dressing rooms and the males clothing—a collection of embroidered suits, shirts, and trousers, as well as carefully stacked jeans on almost all the shelves.
The couple who had been dating since sophomore year took a tour through the middle row of stacked bags of various sizes and shapes, cutting to the end of the room where the last aisle joined both left and right aisles. They took the left turn among the dresses where Rachel went through a few of them. She in no time made her first and only pick—a plain maroon contour dress, nipped slightly along both sides of the hem.
“Do you like this?,” she asked.
“Yeah, It sure will look good as hell on you,” came as his response.
She smiled and they made their way to the other side of the shop where the dressing rooms were situated.
Walking there, Ted—a near 6-foot beast of a lad with carefully trimmed hair, broad chested and with tattoos complimenting his looks, relaxed his hand on Rachel’s keister, gently rubbing it and forgetting someone from behind might see them.
“Who cares anyway?,” he thought.
She playfully brushed his hand off and called him a naughty boy.
Ted smiled devilishly and walked beside her as they advanced towards the dressing room. For whatever reason known to him alone, he insisted they used a dressing room at the farthest side of the shopping yard. They entered and he drew the curtain behind them.
The dressing room was cozy looking—spacious enough for a quickie, and not too big to defy its purpose. One side of the rectangular shaped room had a mirror carefully placed in the middle to compliment the room essentially, but most importantly, the room was private.
Rachel dropped the maroon dress on a comfy sofa...
They were welcomed by an overly grinning female attendant clad in what appeared to be a pinafore who asked if they’ll be needing assistance of any sort. In Ted’s head he thought, “unless you’re down for a three way then sure, accompany us to the farthest and most private dressing room and let’s get on with it already.”
He would have felt Rachel’s elbow hit hard to his ribs if she could hear his thoughts. She was P.O.P as he often said—Protective, Obsessive and Possessive.
Ted smiled back and told the attendant they were okay by themselves. He thanked her and held his lovely girlfriend’s hand as they moved on.
The shop was organized and wider than it seemed from outside. The left side of the shop held most of the feminine clothing—ranging from exquisite dinner wears to the most delicate of underwears—with the middle row holding both bags and shoes of both genders. The other side of the shop, across the middle aisle had the dressing rooms and the males clothing—a collection of embroidered suits, shirts, and trousers, as well as carefully stacked jeans on almost all the shelves.
The couple who had been dating since sophomore year took a tour through the middle row of stacked bags of various sizes and shapes, cutting to the end of the room where the last aisle joined both left and right aisles. They took the left turn among the dresses where Rachel went through a few of them. She in no time made her first and only pick—a plain maroon contour dress, nipped slightly along both sides of the hem.
“Do you like this?,” she asked.
“Yeah, It sure will look good as hell on you,” came as his response.
She smiled and they made their way to the other side of the shop where the dressing rooms were situated.
Walking there, Ted—a near 6-foot beast of a lad with carefully trimmed hair, broad chested and with tattoos complimenting his looks, relaxed his hand on Rachel’s keister, gently rubbing it and forgetting someone from behind might see them.
“Who cares anyway?,” he thought.
She playfully brushed his hand off and called him a naughty boy.
Ted smiled devilishly and walked beside her as they advanced towards the dressing room. For whatever reason known to him alone, he insisted they used a dressing room at the farthest side of the shopping yard. They entered and he drew the curtain behind them.
The dressing room was cozy looking—spacious enough for a quickie, and not too big to defy its purpose. One side of the rectangular shaped room had a mirror carefully placed in the middle to compliment the room essentially, but most importantly, the room was private.
Rachel dropped the maroon dress on a comfy sofa...
