Alecia stood in front of the triple mirror in the fitting room, assessing her reflection. She loathed shopping for clothes and especially picking outfits for special occasions. Finding a new dress for a friend’s upcoming wedding was proving to be a chore.

Alecia spun around in the mirror and looked at her behind. The garment did make her legs look long and toned, but the bodice squished her boobs and dug into her armpits.

Damn these broad shoulders.

As she frowned into the glass, the sound of someone else entering the fitting area got her attention. She turned enough to see two sets of feet shuffle past the gap at the bottom of her door. Both people entered the stall immediately next to Alecia, murmuring inaudibly.

Alecia took a deep breath and sighed. As she fought to pull the restrictive garment over her head, an outburst of giggles erupted on the other side of the wall.

A wave of self-consciousness rushed over Alecia and subsided just as quickly.

No one saw you get stuck in this damn dress.

The laugh was familiar though, and Alecia realized she'd seen her new neighbors browsing a rack of clothes near the fitting rooms when she had come in.

She hadn’t paid much attention to them, other than to notice one had long, espresso-colored waves and the other an ashy blonde pixie cut. She assumed they were teenagers based on the giggling and snippets of conversation she’d caught as she passed.

The dress released Alecia from its polyester bonds, and she stood in her bra, thong and kitten heels, debating which of her gown selections she would try on next.

From the other side of the wall, “That looks so cute on you!” Then the unmistakable sound of an open palm slapping an ass cheek.

“Eehhp!” followed by a snicker.

Alecia grinned and leaned closer to the wall between them to hear better.

“Your titties are so perky.”

The sound of quiet sucking was followed by a stifled moan.

Oh? Alecia pictured one of them kissing the other’s nipples. Her own nipples tightened under her bra.

She listened to the slurps and smacks of the two sharing wet kisses.

Alecia let her fingers trail down her belly into soft pubic hair and press into her crease. Her clit was hard and begging for attention.

“Your turn. I wanna see you in this dress.” Clothes and hangers shuffled about.

“Okay, help me out.” The sound of a zipper.

“That looks good on you. You could even wear that to church.”

Hah. Fuck me.

The thought of these two horny girls fooling around after attending Sunday services like good little lambs made Alecia smirk.

Her thumb was working small circles around her bead with increasing pressure. She plunged her two fingers between her velvet folds, feeling the hot wetness within.

The angle of the corner mirrors across from the small bench meant she could see herself at work. Alecia hadn’t masturbated in a mirror in ages time.

She repositioned, spreading her legs wide so she could see her own glistening pink petals in the reflection. Her fingers slid up and down her labia, flicking her clit with each pass.

Soft moans were coming from next door. Alecia imagined the brunette on her knees in front of the blonde, tonguing her honeyed slit. Her own fingers slipped deeper into her warmth, stimulating new nerves, eliciting an unexpected whimper.

She clenched muscles to feel the Benoit balls she had inserted before leaving her house. Alecia always found shopping less mundane when she involved a toy.

She strained to hear more of what her neighbors were doing.

They were less quiet now than they had been. Wet squelching noises mingled with higher-pitched whimpers.

“Uh, uh, oh my God! Oh, Linds…! Your tongue feels amazing!”

Alecia wished she could see the action. Someone was obviously getting a good licking.

Her hand worked furiously to bring her to climax as she watched herself in the mirrors. Her face was flushed and her tits jiggled about in the black push-up bra.

“Uuunnnh!!" A shriek reverberated through the enclosed area.

The sound pushed Alecia over the edge. She bit her bottom lip to muffle a whimper as hot nectar dripped from her fingertips onto the bench.

Her reflection smiled back from the mirror.

I guess some shopping trips aren’t mundane at all.