It is rare these days to be in a dressing room that has curtains instead of doors. At first this made me insecure and paranoid that I wouldn’t get it closed just so. The curtain was very heavy so luckily it would not get disturbed by a breeze created by someone else going past it in the hallway. It was a T-shaped section in the middle of the store. In the front of the T were a few chairs, a large mirror, and exit doorways on either side. Going down the length of a short hallway were the dressing rooms. I was in the very first room closest to the chairs and exit.

I was surrounded by so many things in my little room, I just gathered up as much stuff in one run as possible. A few dresses, a few tops, a bunch of bras. After trying on the tops I found one I really liked but found that perhaps it would be more flattering in a different size. So out I went to grab a different one. As I padded back in and stopped to examine the one I had on in the large mirror, a cute guy sitting in one of the chairs complemented me quietly that the color was good for me. As I headed back into my little room his wife/girlfriend came to model her outfit for him. As I was trying on the second dress, a woman with a large armful of clothes swooped down the hallway, hangers sticking out and one or two heavily brushed my curtain. Apparently enough to make it move a little. I was left with a 2″ gap but I was all tangled up in the dress and unable to do anything about it. I got it on and fretted in the mirror over how it looked on me. I remembered the curtain and turned to seal that gap; as my hand went up I noticed the waiting guy staring right at me. Very boldly.

Startled and embarrassed I jumped back, my heart racing. Wondering what he saw. Feeling self conscious of my body. In a minute my adrenaline rush cleared and I peered out cautiously. Yet again his girl was out there twirling for his opinion. She was about my size, so I guess he wasn’t offended by my body. She headed back to her room and I leaned back so as not to be noticed by her. When I peered out again I saw him watching my space and he offered a tentative, flirtatious smile.

Well. Huh. Now what.

I left the curtain where it was.

From there on out, every move I made I was conscious that I might have an audience of one. When I started trying on my bras, I wore only my panties. When I needed to try on the next bra, I bent over in a way and spot that ensured he’d get a glimpse. I completely ignored him; did my best, in fact, to pretend I didn’t realize he was watching. Every moment that ticked by I got a little more bold. He got eye-fulls of unbound breasts. If I were a thinner girl and more confident in my body I’d like to think I’d have been full-on brazen. Given him a deliberate show. A mini striptease, perhaps. Or more…..

As it were, I kept up the charade until I was done and about to get dressed.  Standing there completely bare chested I faced the curtain as I was putting on my jeans and as I did I saw him staring yet again – and I caught his gaze this time, on purpose. He was no longer casually leaned back in his chair, now he was bent forward, forearms resting on his thighs.  I looked at him with a level gaze that didn’t betray either direction – if I was upset or if I was enjoying it.  I guess the fact that I stood there and did nothing to block his view was a positive enough reaction for him to feel he was free to break eye contact and openly stare at my tits.  I let him for a minute, then stepped back to get dressed and gather my things. As I opened the curtain and walked out I shyly looked at him from under my lashes; he winked and grinned and I couldn’t help but smile back.

I think I’m going to check out my local Craigslist – the “missed connections” section. It’s a long shot, but who knows….

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