Back 2 basics

During my few months of dating, I didn’t play on my own. Things were just too much fun with him. But now that’s all over ‘n done with, it’s time for cheeky Noëlle to rejoin the party. And I did just that by revisiting one of my all time faves!

When girls are bored, they go shopping. When I’m bored, I go shopping, and then sneakily rub myself to shivers in a clothing store’s dressing room.

I’ve always found it one of the funnest things ever. The public nature of it. The possibility to get caught. The voices around, the shadows on the floor of people walking by. It’s just pure Heaven for someone like me.

So I thought it would be… fitting??? (sorry ;p) to start my new solo career off with a little bit of public me-time. I did want something new, though. And as it turned out, I also desperately needed some new gym clothes. I did pleeeeeeenty of “working out” during my brief dating era, but not so much in an actual gym. If I was going to have a new start, I needed a new look, too.

The sports store

I live right in the city center, and I usually don’t have to go far to go shopping, but I had learned about the existence of a massive sports store in a business park just outside of town. So I put on as few clothes as possible without risking freezing (jeans, hoodie, winter jacket, snow boots, no undies obvs), took my old bike, and off I went.

I had never been there before, but it was just as I had imagined. First off, it was huuuuuuge. Three stories, a gazillion racks with clothes and shoes everywhere I looked. There were a few customers and I spotted some of the employees unpacking boxes and putting stuff back in place, but on the whole, it wasn’t crowded at all. Just what I needed.

First things first, I thought to myself. I did need some new clothes, but I kinda only came here to do one thing. And although I probably won’t tick that box altogether just yet, I might as well get started with it. So I did what I usually do in situations like these: I strolled through the store for a few minutes, pulling out some random items I was never going to buy, and hit the first dressing room I saw.

I’m a total dressing room snob by now. I know when one is perfectly suitable for the task at hand. And this one wasn’t. Not even a lil bit. For one thing, it was bang in the middle of the store, rather than hidden away in a nice little corner. The curtain was low enough to cover everything from my knees down, but it was sturdy and stiff, and I had a hard time closing it properly. But I had already made up my mind, and there was no turning back now.

The first touch

So I dumped the clothes I had barely looked at over the metal hangers on the wall, stood in front of the mirror, and stripped. The only thing that worked in favor of the dressing room, was the small bench that was standing against the side wall. I pulled it out towards the middle of the room, laid my bare butt ‘n back on it, and kicked my legs up against the wall.

The first touch was just heavenly. I thought I’d be a bit rusty after months of having someone doing the honors for me, but there was nothing of the sort. I knew exactly what I was doing from the first moment on.

My idea had been to take my time. It would be at least ten to fifteen minutes before people would start to wonder what that girl was doing in there, if even. But my body seemed to have missed the feeling. A lot. It didn’t take me long to get slippery. It didn’t take me long to start hearing my own breathing. It didn’t even take me long to get to the point where I usually just decide: oh well, might as well just finish it off now.

I paused just before that. I did sneak in some occasional touches while I was putting my clothes back on, but they just made it harder to stop. Eventually, I managed to grab the pile of clothes, slide the curtain away, and step back out into the store.

The next half hour or so, I spent shopping properly. I desperately needed a new pair of colorful leggings, as someone had managed to rip the elastic band of my former ones to shreds during a pretty hot “come here, NOW” moment. I also wanted one or two pairs of shorts, and a new sports bra, if I could find a fun print. There were plenty of options all over the store, and the only reason it took me this long was ‘cuz there was just so much stuff in it. But eventually, I managed to find what I came for.

I was making my way down to the first floor, but as I walked around the second, I noticed there wasn’t a lot going on here. Most of it was being used for all kinds of shoes for every sport imaginable, and even some I had never heard of. And yet, at the very back, I saw the recognizable icon that showed the location of the dressing rooms.

There were maybe a handful of people on the entire floor, and none very close to the dressing rooms. Moreover, these rooms seemed slightly more spacious. The curtains were different too. They were more flexible and had less room between the lower parts and the floor, although, as I found out when I had entered one of the rooms, they were also a teeeeenie bit too narrow, leaving the smallest of gaps on either side as I closed them, or a slightly bigger gap on one side. I decided the latter option was my best bet, and went back to undressing.

The second touch

This time, I decided to try my potential new sports outfits first, and I wasn’t disappointed. All of them fit nicely. The only item I wasn’t planning on buying were a pair of shorts that may have looked great, especially from the back, but at the front, the thin, pale pink fabric showed outlines of certain body parts that even I deemed unnecessary. Since they were the last ones I had to try, though, I decided to keep them on a bit longer.

I’m not someone who often looks at herself whilst doing the fun stuff, but I did start with staring at my almost naked body in the mirror as I touched myself through the shorts. Stretchy fabric always feels amazing, especially when you apply gentle touches you can barely sense, and that’s how I spent those first few moments. I chuckled audibly as I saw a tiny dark spot appearing right in the middle. Now I definitely wasn’t going to buy them, and yet, I didn’t take them off.

Instead, I turned around, leaned my back against the wall, and lowered my body, bending my knees, until my butt was leaning on my calves. Holding onto the wall with one hand, I used the other to press between my legs, and slowly started to move my fingers around. With the layout of the store, and the racks of clothes right in front of the dressing rooms, I was fairly sure the only way for someone to see me was if they deliberately kneeled down and peeked under the curtain, which I figured was highly unlikely. All I heard were the slow beats of the dance music. A few times, I caught the slightest glimpse of a shape walking in between the racks of clothes, but I felt quite comfortable in my own private little cubicle.

The end

And when I’m in a mood like this and I’m feeling comfortable, it doesn’t take a lot. I even paused a few times, slowly getting my body ready. The wet spot at the front of my one-time shorts was now impossible to deny, but it was too late to take them off anyway. After a final pause, one that barely arrived in time, I knew the next touches would do the trick.

I went all out for it. Kicking my legs forward, I sat down on the floor. I spread my knees as far apart as possible and leaned against the back wall. The few inches of daylight the curtain left, meant that technically, during a perfect storm, someone could accidentally walk by and peek in, but I was way too far gone to even consider that possibility. The moment I started rubbing, I knew there was no way back this time. Seconds later, my body gave in, and my first solo O in months took a hold of me. I let out an accidental squeal as it happened, and my body was shivering a bit more than usual, but since there were no signs of any action happening outside the dressing room, I didn’t worry about it too much. I rubbed all the way through my orgasm, only slowing down when my body had started to ease back into a somewhat normal state.

I chuckled as I looked down. The wet spot had formed into an almost perfect heart shape, slightly darker at the center, fading out to a dimmer grey at the edges. I waited until my breathing had gone back to normal, then stood up, took off the shorts, and flung them over one of the metal hangers. I put my clothes back on as quickly as I could, grabbed the rest of the clothes, and stepped back into the store. I was fairly surprised to see an older couple standing only a few yards away from where I had been sitting all this time, but neither of them even looked up at me.

At some point, someone must have found the shorts. If they did so quickly enough, there even may have been a bit of a wet spot. But I was long gone before that would happen, and I had bought enough stuff not to come back anytime soon.

Although after all that, some day, I definitely will.