I was in Los Angeles, trying on some clothes in a large store, but the
prices were cheap, and the dressing rooms were not well looked after.
There was one door for both men and women. Eight open stalls with
curtains faced a common wall with mirrors, with the intent of changing
behind the curtain, then exiting to see yourself in the mirror. The first
four were designated for men, the next for women.
I realized by trying on clothes in the fourth stall, I could look across
into the mirror and see the next/women's stall. A really beatiful, built
gal was wearing a halter dress. I made sure I was in position trying on
several items with my curtain nearly closed. She went in to try on a
dress. As she removed her halter dress I could clearly see her her
breasts. No bra. No nothing. Two less than tanned perky c cups
slithering into a derss. Later on I watched her in the store and got a
kick knowing I had seen her nearly naked.
Then she went to the bathing suit section, so I grabbed some clothes and
'changed' in the stalll nearest the women's side. This time she again
couldn't completey close the curtain so I was afforded a great view. She
peeled off her halter dress as I admired her curves. Then she took off
her undies. They were pretty skimpy to begin with going high on her hips,
showing alot of cheek. Here she was now, naked 'in front of me' in the
mirror. A trimmed light haired bush greeted me. And I thought you were
supposed to try on suits with your undies! I was glad she didn't know
this.