I hadn't really paid attention to what the stores name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $960. This was the newest in a long series of stores I had visited to steal from, a habit I had picked up as a young teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The thrill and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the increase in heartbeats whenever someone walks by the changing room. It was enough to drive me crazy. But as time went on simply stealing wasn't enough, my actions got bolder and as I began exploring my body in my younger years, so too did I explore my habits taking risks in public places and masturbating in the change rooms I stole from, my tastes branching out to further feelings of exposure and depravity. One such time about 2 years ago, almost by complete accident I had discovered something that gave me even more of a thrill than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like normal, having had a large lunch, I set out to a store within the shopping center, chosen something nice and set off towards the change room. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the moment, the feeling of vulnerability and risk of exposure as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a circle around my clit, I looked through a crack in the door at the people walking past the changing rooms, going about their day completely oblivious of the girl masturbating before she walked out with $120 with of clothes. I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussy, with two of my fingers working myself up to a familiar rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how full I felt, the meal I had before included a large coke and it had already made its way through my body. Not wanting to have to stop I ignored the rising tension in my bladder. Looking out the crack in the door a large middle aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the kind of woman who looks like she complains to the manager at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the door, my face mere inches from her hand. This was the closest I had gotten to a person in my escapades, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to make my hands work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my crotch as my body began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my body at the height of pleasure, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going Sexy Babe through my body I could no longer keep control of it. First a little squirt came out as I tried to staunch the flow, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a second and a third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no idea what to do I was bent over naked, shaking from the best orgasm of my life and pissing all japanese over the oriental walls and carpet of the change room. All I could do was stand there and wait for what felt like an eternity for the stream to end, I felt like crying, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the woman outside would hear the fall of water and call the manager to check, or look between the crack in the door to see my shaking form bent over pissing all over the place. The woman was still waiting outside the door as my stream of pee ended. I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen dress to the one I had worn in. I threw the new dress on, and looked around the room to see some splatters of clear urine on the walls and dark marks on the blow job carpet of the floor. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old clothes with the new tags on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy woman could raise an alarm. That had been the first of many days like it, I had tried to go back to other stores and just steal and pleasure myself like usual but it wasn't the same, there was something missing and I knew that deep down I had loved adorable the experience. Despite knowing that the mess I had made in the store was wrong and disgusting, it was the most exhilarating and humiliating thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a point of no return in my life. A small spark of warmth began growing inside of me. He continued with his motion slowly upping the odds, coming closer to my pussy. I let the soft, furry tail run tail through my fingers. 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