Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Changing by SpinMeAround Pushing her boundaries in the public eye. It was a pretty spectacular basket full of lingerie. Jessica hadn't even tried to keep count of the total cost of everything that had gone into that basket, she wouldn't have even wanted to guess at a possible price. Why try? If Troy was going to pay for it then what did she care? He supposedly had plenty of money and if he wanted to spend it on buying her tiny, extravagant looking, largely overpriced items of lingerie, then that was entirely up to him. One thing that Jessica did know was that in Troy's world nothing was ever truly free. If he was going to be paying for her shopping trip then he would absolutely be expecting something in return, that was just how it worked. It wouldn't be a simple thing either, a fashion show when they got home wasn't going to satisfy the older man with the aggressive sexual appetite. The thing that Troy expected in return was, pretty much always a variation of showing off his hot new girlfriend in public. He would flash her boobs in a night club and enjoy her embarrassment. He would slap her ass in a restaurant and watch the shock on the faces of those around them, she had even gone down on him at the theatre, knowing that people were looking on. It wasn't really her thing, but it made him happy and she wasn't exactly turned off by the knowledge that other peoples eyes were fixated upon her. "Shall we go and try them on?" Announced Troy in his usual well spoken confident voice. Jessica couldn't help but smile, men were nothing if not predictable. In response Jessica placed the basket of lingerie on the floor and proceeded to make out as if she was going to strip in the middle of the high end department store. She wondered if Troy would even try and stop her, but he didn't even blink an eyelid. Would he have genuinely just let her strip here in the middle of the store? Her previous boyfriends, of which there were a few, would have gone into a full on jealous rage at the idea. Perhaps he was simply calling her bluff. Either way Jessica didn't so much get past undoing two buttons on her blouse before she chickened out, grabbed her basket and headed enthusiastically to the lingerie departments changing rooms. The changing rooms, or more accurately the fitting rooms were a particularly high class affair. This only seemed appropriate for the impressive cost of everything at Tomlin and Dupont's. The changing rooms were situated in a large circle with booths around the outside and a communal padded circular bench in the middle. The doors to the booths were heavy, royal blue curtains, with the large, unmistakable T and D emblem of Tomlin and Dupont emblazoned on the middle of them, standing out in a bold, striking gold. The changing rooms themselves were actually relatively busy. This surprised Jessica as the store itself had actually seemed to be pretty quiet. She pondered for a moment just how much money a store like T and D must make every day, but it was a fleeting thought, quickly replaced by more urgent considerations. The changing rooms might have been busier than she had anticipated, but it was a pretty large space and it wasn't as if Jessica had to wait to go into a booth. She gave Troy a kiss on the cheek and left him sitting down. Once inside the fairly spacious booth Jessica placed her shopping basket on the floor and and began to change out of her clothes, she was enthusiastic to tease. It always felt strange changing behind a curtain, especially seeing as how she was getting completely naked and not just trying on a pair of jeans. Jessica was acutely aware that just the other side of this bit of cloth was at least half a dozen men that would have probably been more than happy to see her naked. The thought was an exciting one. Once undressed Jessica stopped, breathed deeply and took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. She smiled nervously, wondering if she was getting in too deep. She was happy to talk the talk around Troy, but if she didn't walk the walk and play his games she knew that the relationship would have been over almost as quickly as it had started. Jessica didn't doubt that she was a good looking woman. She was comfortable with the way that she looked, and she was confident that she would always have an effect on members of the opposite sex. However, like many women she still had a few hang ups about the way she looked and no amount of going to the gym or expensive makeup was ever going to fix them. A boob job might, she told herself as she cupped her small breasts in her soft, gentle hands. She didn't hate having small breasts particularly, but men were obsessed with the things and she always found her self a little jealous when larger breasted women passed her by and she could see men drooling. For reasons not entirely known to her she then decided the squeeze one of her nipples. Small breasts, large nipples, it wasn't what she would have chosen for herself but Troy had been complimentary enough about them that she was beginning to feel at ease with them more than she ever had done before. Next Jessica turned to looking at her ass and smiled. Her ass made men happy and it made her happy too. If her breasts were 'okay' and her large nipples 'impressive' then her ass was nothing short of truly spectacular. She knew it, Troy knew it and so did anybody else that got the chance to see it. It was firm and round and just big enough for it to fill out whatever it was she was wearing. It hadn't always been that way, but an obsession with squats, and a lot of hard work could apparently make a world of difference. "You need a hand in there darling?" Hearing Troy's voice caused Jessica to jump and to realise that she had spent the last five minutes looking at her nakedness. At that point Jessica decided that it might be a good time to actually try on some of the underwear that she had spent the last hour picking out, instead of just daydreaming about it. "All good handsome." She announced and picked out the first item of underwear that came to hand. It was a sheer black chemise with tiny matching black thong. It was the sort of thing that Jessica thought was as sexy as hell but entirely impractical to wear anywhere else but the bedroom. It was the sort of underwear that you wanted to wear for about five minutes, if you still had it on after that then it really wasn't doing what it was supposed to. It fitted like a skilfully tailored glove. It was something which Jessica had expected to be the case, but looking at herself in the mirror she could see that it was clearly missing something. Jessica knew what it was and she found herself wishing that she had brought a pair of black heels into the changing room with her. That is what the flowing chiffon needed to really blow Troy's mind, a large pair of impractical heels to finish the look. Still the aim was to impress her older, rich boyfriend, to turn him on, to loosen the grip on his credit card, not kill him. Jessica then took another deep breath and tried to hold on to that feeling of bravado. She knew what was expected of her, she knew what her part of the agreement entailed and she knew what had to be done, it wasn't easy though. Nervously she pulled back the blue curtain, only a fraction, and looked straight at Troy who was sitting there waiting for her. She was an instant hit and the smile that stretched across Troy's face was reflected on her own. She had a quick look around the changing room and could see that as of yet she hadn't actually managed to catch anyone's eyes other than Troy's. He had noticed that too though and wasn't having any of it. "So sexy darling." He announced in an unnecessarily loud voice. "Come closer, give us a whirl, show me that thong." With extreme hesitancy and a healthy dose of nerves, Jessica took several anxious steps outside of her changing booth and towards Troy who looked to be totally relaxed and at ease with the entire situation. He wasn't the only one watching now. Several male eyes, and a few female eyes had turned in her direction and she began to blush. She loved the attention, she did, saying otherwise would have been a lie, but showing herself off in lingerie to complete strangers was a totally new experience. Still, to see the looks on their faces and the lust in their eyes was exhilarating. Jessica was surprised to find the whole situation was turning her on quite significantly. She gave Troy a quick turn as instructed, but then proceeded to draw the moment out for as long as she could, even to the point where she turned to one of the younger men who was looking at her and gave him a little smile. With that Jessica turned, ran her hands down her smooth thighs and walked back into her booth, closing the curtain behind her. "Fuck," Jessica whispered under her heavy breath. "Fuck me." She said once more as she began to take off the underwear and put it to one side. That had turned her on more than she liked to admit to herself. Her hand slid down her stomach and across her smooth skin. It moved as if it had a mind of its own and all Jessica could do was stand there and watch her reflection as an apparent alien hand reached her smooth, shaven sex. Jessica couldn't help but indulge her desire by letting the long index finger on her right hand slide back and forth across her clit. There was masculine voice coming from almost directly outside her booth. She was no more than three foot away from a complete stranger and she was pleasuring herself, all they had to do was pull back the curtain and the entire changing room would have been able to see that she was dripping wet and totally lacking in self control. Jessica was wet and actually found that she wanted to masturbate, the idea of all those people, just beyond that curtain, not knowing what she was doing? It was totally mind blowing. The finger that brushed back and fourth across her clitoris now did so with a little more urgency, no longer was she just gently stroking herself, she was masturbating in a public changing room and didn't even seem to realise it. "Jessica," Troy's voice shocked her back to reality in a big way. So great was the shock of hearing his voice and the realisation of what she was doing that for the briefest of moments Jessica hovered on the edge of an orgasm, to her relief it didn't come. "Try that white strappy thing on." Troy spoke in a tone that suggested he expected for Jessica to do as she was told. The white strappy thing, as he described it, was probably one of the most complicated pieces of lingerie that Jessica had ever encountered and she had no idea if she could even get it on by herself. She hadn't been wrong either. If any woman in the history of forever actually claimed to be able to put one of these things on, by themselves, then they were either lying or an alien. There was a zip at the back of the white leather garment that how ever hard she tried she was never going to be able to zip up by herself. Once again Jessica poked her head out of the booth and, from behind the curtain, asked for Troy's help. In hindsight inviting Troy to join her, in the state she was in, was definitely not a great idea. "You give me a hand?" Troy was remarkably calm and relaxed, that actually bothered Jessica a lot. She was flat out horny at the whole situation and had thought that he would be too. She had thought that he would jump up at the very mention of giving her a hand, but instead he just calmly smiled, straightened his white shirt and walked casually towards her. It was a level of control and arrogance that she found astounding. He entered the small booth, leaving the curtain open for a brief moment in the knowledge that anyone of the outside would have received a fine view of the treasure inside. He kissed Jessica on the cheek and then finally pulled the curtain shut. Troy then placed his hands on Jessica's shoulders and spun her around so she was facing the mirrored wall. His steady hands slowly fell onto her hips and then his lips fell upon her tender neck. "Troy!" Jessica playfully protested, she was now bent at the waist with her hands pushed up against the wall. "On, not off!" She giggled as Troy's hands began to peel the unusual underwear from her body. At first it seemed fun, but soon Jessica began to realise that he wasn't playing any more. Troy wanted to take the fun to a much more dangerous place than Jessica thought that she could handle. However, all the things that scared Jessica about the situation were the same things that were turning her on. "Hush," Troy whispered softly into her ear. She was now, once again, naked. He leaned over her arched back, and placed the weight of his body against her. Jessica struggled to stay up right as more and more of their combined weight pushed her in tight against the wall. He squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, he challenged herself control, knowing that she would feel the need to call out. "People will hear." He said the words gleefully almost sadistically. The more he knew that Jessica was turned on by the whole situation the more he knew he could get from her. Troy wondered if those outside the curtain knew what was going on behind the curtain, he assumed that they probably did, he certainly hoped so. "There are certain things I expect from the women I am in relationships with." Troy may have spoken with a whisper but his words were not lacking in authority and strength. He was simply so full of confidence that Jessica couldn't imagine it would be possible for anyone to deny him what he wanted. In all things he simply seemed to be a force too powerful to deny. "One of them is for you to be available to me when and where I want." A single, hard open handed slap to Jessica's ass reminded her who was in charge here. She gasped and the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh filled the air. Not everyone would recognise that sound, but those who knew, knew. He took a moment to admire the red hand print that he had left behind on her pink skin. His hands slid in between Jessica's strong thighs and she cooperated as the older man pushed her legs apart. She now stood with her legs spread a little wider than her shoulders, the only thing stopping her from collapsing to the floor was that wall. She tried to remain desperately quite, still not sure how far things were actually going to go. It seemed beyond comprehension that Troy would actually want to have sex with her here in such an obviously public place. The sound of a belt being undone, followed by the distinct sound of a zip being unfastened suddenly added a great feeling of urgency to the situation. Jessica could feel the larger man brushing the end of his erect cock against the lips of her sensitive labia. He knew how teasing her like this excited her, it drove her insane, but she didn't need to be driven anywhere, she was already there. Sex somewhere this public was truly terrifying, but equally as arousing. "I trust you." It was the permission that Troy had been waiting for and he wasted no time taking what he wanted, pushing himself deep inside Jessica who gritted her teeth and desperately tried to stay silent as he began to fuck her. It was so surreal, she could barely believe what was happening, but she genuinely believed what she had said, she trusted the older man to keep her safe. Sometimes Troy was a gentle lover, and sometimes Troy was a cruel lover too. On occasion Troy had been an aggressive lover, but this was the first time that Jessica had ever felt that he was fucking her for entirely his own benefit and that her own pleasure was entirely forgotten. He was pounding her, it was the only way that Jessica could describe it, it was a simple animalistic urge to dominate her physically and reach his climax. As Troy's thrusts grew harder and harder Jessica knew that her own resistance to him had been totally broken, the more he treated her like an empty husk, simply there for his own pleasure, the more that Jessica felt that she was exactly that, a toy. A toy that was quickly racing towards a climax. When the first wave of an orgasm hit her, Jessica totally failed to keep quite. She let out a groan of pleasure that it would have been impossible for anyone in that changing room to have missed. To Troy it was nothing short of a challenge, he wanted her to scream, scream so loud that everyone there knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted for every man and every woman in that changing room to see how this woman, half his age was totally submissive to him. From there on in it didn't matter anymore. Jessica forgotten everything, Troy, the changing room, the people outside, the embarrassment she felt, all of it, gone. All that mattered was the climax that was ripping through her body and the pulsing cock between her legs. He groaned as he filled her with his seed and she finally cried out with abandon. They would all know now, all of them. How long it had all lasted? Jessica didn't know, in reality it was probably no more than a few minutes. Still a few minutes had been all it had taken for her to completely lose herself in a way that she had found quite remarkable. Never having surrendered herself to anyone in such a way before Jessica could never have imagined how it could have made her feel. For those two, three, maybe four minutes Jessica ceased to exist as anything other than physical sensation. The rest of her existence she had simply placed in Troy's hands and told him to protect her. Almost entirely unsure what to do next it was Troy that helped her get dressed. He straightened her up the best he could. He gathered up the items from their long forgotten shopping trip, checked that Jessica was ready and then drew back the changing room curtain. Red faced and embarrassed Jessica was relieved when her man took her hand and just lead her through the changing room. With Troy around she felt safe like no other time she could remember. Hand in hand they walked to the check out where Troy proceed to pay for everything that Jessica had thought she wanted. "Darling," He spoke softly. "Let's go home, there's so much more still to try on."