Ghost of a Chance Ch. 09

Tom started having fits of suppressed laughter as he, as well as half of the patrons of the mall, was treated to a view of the snooty girl waltzing down the aisle in her underwear. The really funny part was that her shapely bust line wasn't hers. It was painfully obvious that her bra was stuffed with tissue paper and raised eyebrows, smirks, and snickers followed her all the way down the main walkway.

The woman gave the bemused onlookers an annoyed, quizzical glare not certain what they were smiling at, but when she passed the darkened windows of a bath and bedroom boutique the reason became clear. Her face dropped in surprise, as well as the bag she was carrying, when she saw her reflection. The scream of embarrassment echoed throughout the mall as she tried to cover her almost naked body, only to find that she wasn't as undressed as she appeared.

The onlookers, still smiling and chuckling, got slightly confused when her dress reappeared, the woman slightly more so when she checked her reflection again and saw herself clothed. Some wanted to ask her how she pulled off that trick, but she didn't give anyone the chance. In a hurried huff, she grabbed her bag and rushed to the nearest exit, blushing all the way out of the shopping center as the sound of applause and laughter followed her out.

Brenda, snickering along with the rest of the crowd, walked up to Tom who had a scolding smirk on his face waiting for her.

"What was that about 'not doing that stuff' and our 'fun time'?"

Brenda just smirked back and retorted, "I'm using your excuse: 'she had it coming and she deserved it'."

The pair of invisible nudes just quietly laughed and continued down the main walkway of the mall. But when they reached a T-section of the walk, Tom's eyebrow lifted in curiosity.

"Wonder what's going on over there."

Brenda followed his gaze towards the small crowd of people, mostly folks in their middle aged years, gathered in front of a shop. Standing on a small platform was a woman, dressed very conservatively and speaking into a microphone, addressing the onlookers. The gentleman next to her was dress much the same wearing a sour look on his face. Her words became clearer when Tom and Brenda got close enough to the gatherers.

"How can our civic leaders and influential business people allow this sort of thing to go on?" the woman barked out, waving her hand behind her, "This store, and dozens like it, are the reason this community is suffering from a lack of moral and righteous discipline!"

The unseen nudes looked pass the crowd and speaker to see what the fuss was about, and saw that the shop in question was a ladies' apparel store. The windows and racks that could be seen were filled with lingerie and undergarments, some modest and what most women would consider as 'normal', others were frilly, dainty, and some would say 'risqué'. Tom and Brenda had a feeling the irate women with the mike was referring to the small, lacy, colorful brassieres and corsets along with the tiny, flimsy G-string panties that went with them. Leather items could be seen hanging on the back walls as well; everything from provocative outfits and boots to whips, paddles, masks, and other fetish paraphernalia that users would consider 'toys'.

Patrons of the store simply ignored the snide remarks and contemptible sneers of the speaker and her group for the most part, but a few just threw their remarks and looks right back at them with some retorts of their own.

"You see?" the speaking woman gestured as an annoyed couple walked out of the shop with a bag full of merchandise, "This is the kind of decadent, deviant people we have roaming the streets and shopping centers of our fair city! Do we want these sinful adulterers setting a bad example for our children and destroying our moral and decent way of life?"

Tom and Brenda simply rolled their eyes as the crowd fired back with applause and shouts of approval at the obvious preaching being thrown at them.

Just then, the owner of the store came out in a huff and told the couple on the platform to leave, saying they were harassing his customers. He turned to the crowd and told them the same, threatening to have them removed by security. The prudish woman scoffed at him, telling him that the Almighty gave them the right to drive out the evils among them and even started quoting scripture at him. The owner, fed up with all the negative attention they were giving his store, went back inside to call the mall's security officers.

Brenda simply looked at Tom... and flashed that mischievous grin of hers.

Uh oh, he thought.

Before he could say anything, Brenda was off and running again. She made her way behind the platform as the snooty couple berated another young couple coming out of the shop. The young lady snapped back at them with colorful wording, telling them to basically mind their own business.

"There you have it, good people," the lady sneered, "this is the kind of disrespectful behavior stores like this one are promoting! We, as the moral upholding citizens of the city, must put a stop to this! We can't, in good conscience, let our elected officials allow these dens of..."

The lady just droned on, not realizing that she was putting on a show for her audience. Some in the crowd gasped in shock while others suddenly got bemused grins on their faces, and all of them had their eyes threatening to pop out of their heads.

Still rambling, the preachy woman didn't know that her underwear was being displayed for all to see. But the kind of undergarments she wore was what really left the group bewildered.

Underneath her bland and somewhat stiff clothing, she sported a shiny black, latex corset with pink frills lining the hem and holes cut out of the cups to reveal her nipples... which were pierced with silvery clasps hooked together with a thin chain! Her extremely small panties and garter belt matched the corset, frills and all, and the onlookers along side the platform snickered at the fine haired horse tail dangling from the back of the belt.

Tom covered his mouth, desperately trying not to laugh out loud at the shocked faces of the crowd, and saw Brenda manipulating her hands and fingers against the woman's clothes and reaching for the man next to her. But he couldn't help himself and completely lost it when the woman's companion joined her in revealing his wares, Brenda's face turning red and her lips clamped shut holding in the laughter that threatened to burst from her mouth.

Shouts of surprise echoed through the mall and a few of the ladies in the group actually fainted when the stuffy, 'no nonsense' man's clothes faded... revealing the same outfit his lady partner was wearing, right down to the panties and with the exception of the nipple rings and horse tail.

Tom couldn't help laughing, almost losing his breath, and wiped tears from his face when the couple finally glanced at one another and cried out in fright. The woman was utterly speechless as she and her male friend tried to cover themselves, while chortles, hisses, and some very nasty and negative remarks were flung at them from the crowd. As shouts of "Hypocrites!" and "Deviants!" erupted from the floor, the thoroughly chastised couple found themselves dressed once again, much to the confusion of their followers.

Tom saw Brenda hurrying out from behind the platform, waving at him to follow her, and both quickly made for the nearest exit. Once outside, the naked invisible pair exploded in fits of uncontrolled laughter.

"Oh, my God," said Brenda between guffaws, "that was hilarious! I almost peed myself when the guy's clothes vanished!"

Tom, finally catching his breath, replied, "I was laughing so hard, I was crying! Thank goodness some of the others were laughing; otherwise I would have given myself away!"

Brenda leaned over and hung onto Tom, her upper body convulsing and her head shaking back and forth into his shoulder; she couldn't stop laughing. Tom simply held her, racked with quaking fits himself and tears still rolling down his cheeks.

Finally, after about ten minutes, the nude couple gathered themselves and started back to the car. Still snickering, Tom looked back to see the preaching couple being escorted out the door by security, the irate and damning crowd following them and still berating them for their so-called 'moral views'. Brenda looked back as well and fits of giggles bubbled up from her once again.

As they neared their vehicle, Brenda's eyes kept darting down at Tom's crotch and she grinned while she watched his semi-hard cock and balls swing and bounce up and down. Her pussy starting to get wet and tingly, she reached down and fondled his package.

"You're making me horny wiggling your dick at me like that."

"Me?" Tom retorted, putting on a mocked look of shock, "You're purposely strutting so your tits and ass will jiggle." Snickering, he reached behind her and grabbed at her round butt and wiggled a finger between her cheeks.

When they arrived at the car, Brenda turned to Tom and squatted down. Still stroking his now bloated cock, she licked and sucked at his scrotum. Tom groaned at the sensation of her loving wet tongue and her soft hands as both caressed his groin. After a few minutes, she rose up giving his dickhead a quick, sloppy suck and then grinned at him again.

Tom immediately hunkered down, turning Brenda around and spreading her legs. She gasped as he buried his face in her crotch, licking at her moist pussy and kneading her luscious ass. She let out a tiny "Ooh!" when he spread her cheeks apart and started rimming her, his playful tongue licking all around her anus before wriggling it inside her tight hole. Her hand darted between her legs and started frigging at her clit, making her thighs quiver, while the other grabbed and tugged at one of her stiff nipples.

Tom stopped his ass playing and slowly stood up, his tongue giving her one last loving lick from her asshole all the way up to her nape. Brenda purred when he nibbled her neck and backed into him, feeling his hard prick make her ass crack slippery with precum.

"I want you right now," she said, hungrily, "Unlock the car, quick."

Tom complied, grabbing the key box from under the rear bumper and unlocking the back door. But just as he made a grab for their clothes, Brenda quickly shoved him inside and closed the door.

"Brenda, we need to get dressed first," he said, lying on the back seat.

"No we don't," she replied, grinning at him and climbing on top of his naked body. She pressed her wet vagina against his cock and started humping.

"We're going to make the back seat disappear."

Brenda simply gave him a cocked eyebrow look that said, 'So?'

"Somebody's going to see the car bounce up and down with nobody in it."

She laid herself on his chest, smashing her boobs into him and wriggling the tip of his dick into her pussy, and looked him in the eye and said, "Shut up and fuck me."

With that, Brenda eased her hips down onto his and slipped his cock into her awaiting cunt, gasping and grunting as it entered her inch by inch. When the last of his dick was inside her, she sighed with a smile and started humping him. Giving up, Tom just went along for the ride and wrapped his arms around her, caressing her soft, curvy body and kissing her with lustful hunger.

Brenda writhed on his body, slipping his big cock in and out of her hot, wet box and squeezing it with the muscles of her inner folds. Tom watched her rounded ass rise and fall with each thrust, moaning and grunting with the pleasure his shaft was receiving.

The back of the car wasn't very big, but it was roomy enough for Brenda to push herself up and start bouncing on Tom's cock without hitting her head on the roof. She could feel it throb and pulse, ready to blow its load inside her, and she quickened her pace. She started to giggle at the tickling feeling in her pussy when her eyes widened a bit.

Outside, a few people threw glances in their direction; some peering in curiosity, others in bewilderment. It dawned on her that what Tom predicted came true: they were watching the car bounce up and down with no one in it. She wondered what it would be like if they saw the two of them naked and fucking in the backseat, and that made her even more horny and excited.

Tom tried to hump back with her as best he could, given the somewhat limited room of the back, and smiled when Brenda started giggling and quaking. He knew she was close.

"Come on my big cock, sweetie," he said, reaching for her breasts and fondling her taut nipples, "I love watching you come."

Wriggling her body and humping as quickly as she could, Brenda quivered at his nipple playing giggling and panting as her orgasm reached its peak.

"Yes... yes... yes..." she hissed, "Oh, God... oh, God; I'm cumming... I'm... I'M..." she clenched her eyes shut, her whole body lurching, and screamed, "CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"

Brenda thrashed her head back and forth as her orgasm shot through her loins, laughing with giddiness as it tickled her. Right on cue, her pussy started squirting its juices all over Tom's cock, bathing it in liquid love and sending his own orgasm over the edge. With a loud groan, his body tightened up as sperm raced up his twitching dick and flooded her womb with explosive splatters.

The pair rode out their orgasms until both were thoroughly satisfied, then Brenda laid herself down on Tom again heaving in time with his heavy breathing. He cuddled her close to him, rubbing her smooth and curvaceous body, his cock still twitching inside of her velvet pussy.

"Oh, damn," she panted, "I love fucking you like this." She gave a glance out the window and started a little when she saw some guy peering inside the car, curious as to why it was shaking and idly wondering why it didn't have a backseat. It made her smile.

"What are you grinning at now?"

Brenda pointed, "We have an audience... well, sort of."

Tom cranked his head around to see the guy in the window give the back a final look, then shrug and walk away. Others did the same as they concluded that the show was over, but were left confused.

They both got the giggles again as Tom said, "I told you that might happen."

Brenda just nodded, smiling, "I know; it was fun. Next time, we should try it without the rings."

"That might get us arrested."

"Yeah," she sighed, "but it would be exciting. Being naked and fucking, where somebody could catch us and see us," she rubbed her hips into his, "that makes me hot."

Tom squeezed her wriggling ass and humped back, "If we get busted, there goes our 'extracurricular activity'."

Brenda snickered, then lifted herself off of Tom, "Speaking of which, we should get home. We need to clean up before going out tonight."

Tom sat up and reached for their clothes lying on the floor of the car, but after dropping them in the seat he cupped her face in his palm.

"You're sure we should give this a try?"

Brenda touched his hand and nodded with hopeful eyes.

Tom sighed, "Alright, let's get dressed and get back home; we need to rest up."

She smiled at him as they donned their clothing and, once done and after waiting for everyone around to be looking somewhere else, they removed their power rings and shimmered into sight. Climbing into the front, Tom gunned the engine and pulled out of the mall lot.

***

The couple was relaxing in the living room after showering and checking their 'hardware' for the adventure yet to come. Everything was charged and ready to go; all they were waiting for was the phone call.

"You're still sure?" asked Tom.

Brenda, reclining on the couch, nodded, "Yeah, I think we should give it a shot."

"And if he's lying to us?"

She cracked her knuckles and said, "Then we'll deal with it... our way."

Tom gave her a foreboding look, "Attacking a police officer is a felony."

"We don't have to attack him; we can just make his life... miserable." She flashed Tom her 'let's get into trouble' grin at him.

"You're devious when you want to be," he said, grinning back.

Right then, the phone rang. Tom checked the wall clock, 8:02 PM, and answered it.

"Yes?"

"Trent," was the reply at the other end.

Tom looked at Brenda, checking one last time. She confidently nodded, and he returned to the caller.

"Where and when?"

"You're in?"

Tom let out his breath slowly, his gaze narrowing to a razor sharp glare; hard... cold.

"We're in."

...to be continued.