A Moment of Intimacy in the Dressing Room

She caught my eye and aroused my desires. We shared a moment of intimacy in the dressing room, and then she was gone.

We first met while shopping in Paris. For some time, I studied French language and culture purely out of interest in speaking fluently. And, well, truth be told, there is an erotic escapist in me who fantasized about meeting a mysterious French-speaking woman who was sophisticated and had a certain je ne sais quoi. Her energy would be magnetic, drawing me to her. I envisioned her beauty, confidence, and naughtiness…the air of taboo. I did not yet know that her name is Sabrina.

At the end of a month-long visit to Paris, I spent my last day shopping for souvenirs, something unique to remember my trip. I also love the sounds of the city and taking time for people-watching.

As I sat at an outdoor café, a beautiful woman walked past. This wasn’t just another pretty face. She had a strong aura and moved with purpose and grace. My senses were captivated by her mystery. She turned and looked at me as if she could hear my thoughts. I looked into her eyes and smiled. She gave me a look of approval, returning a smile as if to warmly say, “Oui, je sais, et je te vois.” Then her attention shifted, and she was present with the gentleman who walked aside her. She was with another man, yet I felt her energy and a sense of taboo. She left me with a feeling of connection, inspiring the sensations of desire from my fantasies.

I finished my meal, lost in the thought of this gorgeous creature. Finally, I had to tell myself to snap out of it, pay my bill, and get on with my afternoon. Walking to the nearby shops, searching for what I did not know, I entered a boutique to browse a selection of men’s and women’s apparel, lingerie, books, and various things.

I found interest in a leather jacket when I noticed her. The woman who captured my attention walking past the café. She smiled at me as if to continue our previous unspoken connection. “Bonjour madame,” I greeted her. “Bonjour,” she replied, leaning over some garments across from me.

She kept her eyes on me, and I could not help but notice her beautiful breasts, exposed with a few buttons on her blouse left unattended.

She paused long enough to let me know she was being intentional. “That’s a handsome jacket. It would be best if you tried it on,” she encouraged. “Ohh,” is all I could say as I stood there stunned by her beauty and confidence, just as I had fantasized about her.

The boutique attendant had come with an item that she had requested. “Madame, I will put this in your dressing room.” As the attendant prepared her room, the beautiful woman insisted I try on the jacket. I followed her to the dressing room.

“Je m’appelle Sabrina,” she said. “Enchantée Sabrina. Je m’appelle Jean,” I replied. She grasped my arms and pulled me into the dressing room with her. Not knowing if anyone had noticed, I shut the door behind us. “I saw you at the café, then you walked into this boutique. I am quite pleased to have a chance encounter with the handsome man from the café,” Sabrina said, leaning into me, and I kissed her.

Her feminine scent was intoxicating. Knowing this may be just a moment of intimacy, I kiss her deeply.

She put her arms around me, and our kiss was like a dance. I gently sucked her lips and her tongue. She sucked my tongue in return, a sensual give and take of our lips. “Mmm, mon chéri, tu embrasses bien,” she purred at me. My heart raced. I was struck that her physical presence exceeded the eroticism of my fantasy.

“You must try on the jacket,” she insisted. I put it on to show her and looked into the mirror. It was well-tailored. “Hmmm…handsome,” she said with approval. I agreed; it was a fond look. “Sit here,” she said, motioning to the chair in the dressing room. I sat and smiled, trusting that she would continue to surprise me.

She leaned over, briefly kissing me again, then stepped back, unbuttoning her blouse and skirt. Her garments fell to the floor.

Her body was revealed, every inch embodying classic feminine beauty.

She looked into my eyes with erotic desire as she slipped into the lingerie that the boutique attendant had for her. It was a beautiful black lace piece, fitting her perfectly. “What do you think, darling,” she asked. I was speechless, nodding my approval. I wanted her.

We kissed again. Not animalistic but rather passionate and sensual. I gently bit her neck as I slid the straps of her lingerie off her shoulders. My hands caressed her as we kissed.

With her breasts now exposed, she looked down at them and back to me. Unable to hold back any longer, I savored the softness of her skin, kissing and sucking her breasts sensually, as I had done with her tongue.

Her breasts were beautiful and arousing, and in my mouth and hands, they provided comfort and deep satisfaction. The passionate hunger that I expressed for her caused her to gasp. My cock was rock hard, and I could smell the feminine scent of her wet pussy.

The sales attendant spoke through the door. Madame, does that one fit?” she asked. Sabrina smiled, putting a finger to her lips, prompting me to be silent. “C’est parfait. Merci!” she replied.

She smiled, rubbing her body back and forth against my erection. A grunt escaped me. I grasped her breasts and kissed her more.

“Sabrina, allons-y,” a man said outside the fitting room. She put a finger to her lips again with a sly smile. “Ah, mon mari,” she whispered as she locked eyes with me, smiling. We kissed each other one last time, and she embraced me. Without another word, she dressed and prompted me to stay. Then she exited the dressing room and was gone. I will never forget her scent and my desire for her. Le meilleur souvenir…désir durable. A memory that will linger, as all elusive dreams do…a desire that won’t fade.