I was the manager of a clothing store at the time.
The store was busy with end-of-month closing tasks and other things,
and even hours after closing time, the work wasn't finished.
Finally, we reached a stopping point, and with a sense of accomplishment and relief,
I was feeling quite high.
The part-time worker (male, 22 years old) said,
"Manager, we finally finished."
He had been showing signs of having a crush on me for a while,
but I pretended not to notice.
But that day, I was feeling high myself,
and the mix of relief from finishing the work made me think,
"Should I have some fun with him?"
The part-time worker suggested,
"Let's go grab something to eat after this."
So I said,
"Well, can you clean the fitting room first? Then we can go."
He looked a bit dissatisfied, but
he obediently followed my instructions.
While he was in the fitting room cleaning the mirror,
I quietly hugged him from behind.
"You did a great job today,"
I whispered in his ear.
He was completely frozen, but
he turned around, hugged me, and kissed me.
"Don't be so sudden,"
I said, but inside I was thinking everything was going according to plan.
We closed the curtain of the fitting room and started deep kissing.
Seeing our reflection in the mirror strangely heightened the excitement.
Both of us, breathing heavily, started undressing each other,
and he couldn't hold back and started groping my chest intensely.
I moaned, "Ah,"
as he sucked on my exposed nipples intensely,
his intensity almost fogging up the mirror.
Seeing his hands groping my chest in the mirror
was incredibly erotic, and I was wetter than usual,
so I started rubbing his hardness.
He was already rock hard and about to explode.
Then, with only my lower half naked, he penetrated me from behind,
and seeing my reflection in the mirror was unbearably arousing,
making me move my hips naturally.
He whispered,
"You're amazing, so intense..."
which made me even more excited.
It felt so good that I moaned,
"Ah, ah,"
over and over.
He held my hips with his hands,
grinding his hips, shallowly inserting,
and then thrusting deeply,
making me feel like I was going crazy.
He groped my chest with one hand while thrusting deeply.
Seeing my face in the mirror, I had an ecstatic expression.
Feeling embarrassed by my own expression made me even more excited.
His movements became more intense,
and he said,
"I'm coming,"
as the sound of slapping got faster, finally reaching the climax.
He released white fluid onto the fitting room floor.
I also moaned,
"Ah, ah, ah...!!"
After it was over, before cleaning the floor,
I carefully licked him clean.
Then we kissed again.
It was truly the best experience.
Years have passed since then,
but whenever I see a fitting room in a clothing store,
I get aroused.
I dated the part-time worker for a while after that,
and we had a lot of intense fun.
We were perfectly compatible, and our days were filled with passion.
But we only did it in the fitting room that one time.
Once, during a lunch break, we hurried to his apartment,
and had a quick session.
I pulled down my stockings and underwear to my ankles,
lifted my skirt, and he entered me.
Even after returning to work, my face stayed flushed for a while.
