The Mall

She received an e-mail from him telling her to meet him at Northpoint Mall at 10:00 AM the following Monday. He told her that she was to dress in a skirt, panties, thigh high stockings, heels, and a blouse that buttoned up the front. He specifically stated that she was not to wear a camisole or bra. She was a little miffed at first that he should command her to meet him, then tell her what to wear, but by the weekend she found herself thinking of the mall every time she had an idle minute.

On Friday she arranged to take Monday off and on her way home stopped at a Victoria's Secret store to buy new panties and stockings. She slept in until about 8:00 AM Monday and then quickly showered. After drying off and drying her hair, she proceeded to pull on a pair of black silk panties, black stockings, a black skirt and a plain front white blouse. She stepped into her heels and stood before the mirror turning and looking at herself. She noticed that if she turned quickly her skirt twirled in such a way as to show the tops of her stockings. She also noticed that her nipples, now only partially erect, could be easily seen through the white material of her blouse. Staring in the mirror, she said, "God, girl...You have 'fuck me' written all over you."

She was a little late getting to the mall, traffic was worse that she expected and she walked quickly to the area in front of Rich's where he told her to meet him. She saw him immediately, sitting on a bench. He had already seen her and was watching her intently as she approached. The intensity in his eyes caused her heart to beat faster, her nipples to erect themselves against the front of her blouse, and her pussy to begin to dampen with sexual excitement. She knew that there was little that she wouldn't do if he asked...Now she wondered what he would ask.

He stood as she reached him and grinned as he said "Hello." His arm went around her in a firm hug and she relaxed at his familiar touch. They sat and talked a minute and then he asked, "Want a cup of coffee?" She nodded her assent and they stood and walked toward the food court. She started to veer off toward the corridor that led to the court when he said, "Let's take the elevator." She agreed, although she thought it was silly to take an elevator only one level.

As they continued toward the elevator he said, "When we get on the elevator, I want you to take your panties off and hand them to me." Her head jerked toward him as if pulled by a string "W-w-what?" she stuttered looking at him. He only stared straight ahead and repeated his statement. She knew he was serious, and began to try to figure out how she was going to get her panties off in such a short period of time.

As they entered the court housing the elevator, she looked up and realized that the elevator car was glass from floor to ceiling. Jerking her head to face him she spat, "You must be kidding!" He looked at her calmly and said "Hardly." She shook her head and said "No way...I'll be arrested!"

He stopped in his tracks and gently taking her elbow, turned her to face him, "Look," he said calmly as he stared into her eyes, "You said you wanted to 'play.' I agreed to play if you would do as I said. Now is your opportunity to choose...Either do as I say, and I'll take you places sexually that you have never been, or just walk off and forget it...Your choice."

She stared defiantly into his eyes, but could not hold his stare. As her eyes dropped to study the floor she remembered the intensity and duration of the pleasure he had given her last time...Her heart began to pound as she realized that she wanted that intensity again.

Taking a deep breath, she sighed and raised her eye to meet his. "Okay," she whispered, "What do I do?"

"Easy," he replied with a grin, "We get on the elevator and you take your panties off and hand them to me. You'll have to be quick...It only takes the elevator 18 seconds to get to the second level."

Looking about, she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, there's no one in the court right now. Hurry and call the elevator."

He pressed the call button and as the elevator descended she mentally counted the seconds. "Damn!" she thought, "He's right...Eighteen seconds. With my luck I'll hook a heel in my panties and end up on the floor showing my ass to the whole world."

Then the door opened and they stepped inside. The door closed and she felt the elevator jerk upward. She figured to wait a second just to get off ground level and then turn her back and remove her panties. What she forgot was the fact that the elevator was round and there was no way to hide. "Dammit!" she cried in frustration "Someone will see..."

He stared dispassionately and said, "You had better hurry or you'll be caught with the door opening."

"Dammit," she cried again and lifted her skirt enough to get her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she peeled them down her legs and lifting one leg, stepped out of one leg hole. At that moment she looked around and right into the owlish eyes of two senior citizens on the escalator across the court from the elevator. They were descending and had come "eyeball to pussy" level just as she lifted her leg to step out of her panties. Both were frozen in place, mouths agape, staring at her.

"See?" she spat at him, "I told you so! They saw me!"

His eyes were dancing with laughter, "So?" he responded, "You gave them a thrill. Besides, what are they going to do? Get a guard and chance you down and make you show your bare ass? Just relax."

Just then the elevator stopped and the door opened. Standing outside the door was a young mother with her toddler and what appeared to be her mother. They noticed both women staring down wide-eyed only to realize that she still held her panties in her hand. Without missing a beat he said, "Good morning ladies," and then turning to her took the panties and said "Here, I'll take those."

She lowered her eyes and walked off the elevator avoiding the blazing stares of the two women. "You're crazy," she laughed as she caught up with him, "They'll be talking about that for weeks."

"Yep," he replied "And if their lucky it will make them horny enough to go home and meet their husbands at the door without panties on. I'll bet neither of them has had a decent piece of ass in years."

They walked to the food court and sat down away from what little traffic there was at that time. She sat first, her back to foot traffic and he pulled a chair up beside and facing her, so that their legs were side by side and his right hand was resting on her right thigh. As they talked he began to slowly stroke the tops of her thighs, first on the outside of her skirt, then slowly over her knees and then inside them. She closed her eyes and groaned as she felt his fingers touch the bare flesh above the tops of her stockings.

"P-please," she groaned, "Someone will see."

"Hush," he shushed her as his hand moved up her thigh. "Spread 'em" he growled as she resisted, and she sighed and relaxed her legs, letting them spread enough for him to slide his hand in between her thighs. Slowly and surreptitiously, he stroked the inner surfaces of both thighs until his knuckle was brushing the hair on her pussy.

"S-s-s-s-s-u-u-h-h," she hissed as she felt his fingers rub the juncture of her thigh and lower belly.

Suddenly he turned his hand ninety degrees and slid it forward until it cupped her pussy.

"W-h-h-a-a-t, u-n-n-o-oh-n-no," she stuttered.

"Quiet," he said calmly, "Be still and no one will notice."

"B-but," she stammered and suddenly his middle finger slipped between the slick lips of her pussy and grazed her clit.

"W-w-wh-o-o-o-o!" she grunted as the shock of the direct stimulation of her clit rocketed from her crotch to her brain. Soon she was gasping for breath as he brought her close to orgasm and then slowed his stroking.

"Want to cum?" he asked.

"H-here?" she gasped "Oh, g-g-god, n-not h-here, oh d-damn y-y-you, p-please, yes!" She stuttered as she contradicted herself.

"Well," he said calmly, "If you want to cum you have to show me your nipples."

Her eyes shot open and she begged "W-what? N-no, p-please. P-p-please don't make me!"

"Okay" he grinned as he gave her clit a couple of quick strokes, "I'll take my hand away."

"O-oh, n-n-no!" she gasped as the thrill of his finger strokes shot through her body.

"Then show me your nipples," he grinned as he stroked he once more making her hips buck.

"D-damn y-you," she stuttered as she reached for the buttons on her blouse and unbuttoned the top three buttons. Looking about and seeing no one close she pulled her blouse open and stared at him in defiance.

But he just shook his head and said, "No way. I want the blouse open to your waist and I want to see your nipples...All of both of them." And with that he gave her clit another stroke.

"A-a-h-h-h, g-g-god! She gasped as she closed her eyes at the sensation. She was right on the brink...Again looking around she proceeded to unbutton the remainder of the buttons and pull her blouse apart slowly. Closing her eyes she felt first the cool air from the mall air conditioner then the edges of her blouse catch on her erect nipples, then his gasp of pleasure as they came into view.

"Good girl," he whispered and then began to move his finger over her clit.

"O-o-h-h-h, wha-a-a-a," she gasped as the sensation shot through her body. She felt her nipples harden into flinty points as her orgasm approached.

"Come on baby," he whispered to her as he stroked lightly on he clit, "Show me...Give it to me babe." Slowly he reached up and pinched one of her exposed nipples lightly, pulling it so that it lifted her breast up.

"N-n-n-n-g-g-g-g!" she gritted panting as her crisis approached. "O-o-oh, y-y-yes, g-god, o-oh, p-please, y-yes, she stuttered, eyes closed. Then suddenly her head was thrown back and her body vibrated with her orgasm. "N-n-n-n-n-g-g-g-g!" she cried as her hips bucked and her hands scrabbled to grab the edge of her chair. Slowly the spasms passed and she settled back into her chair. She opened her eyes and looked around and amazingly everyone was walking about as if nothing had happened.

She quickly buttoned her blouse while he watched with an amused look on his face. He got up and got drinks and they sat silently while she gathered her wits.

Finally, she looked up at him and said, "You're crazy. You know that don't you?"

"Yeah," he grinned, "Isn't it fun?"

Before she could answer, he was up and walking away.

"C'mon," he said.

"Where?" she questioned hurrying to catch up with him.

"Shopping!" he said and strode down the mall.

She caught up with him and and linked her arm in his as they walked down the mall. He walked her into Lord & Taylor and then stopped at the store directory.

"Where are we going?" she asked, studying his face to try to pick up a hint as he looked at the directory.

"To buy shoes," he responded in a matter of fact tone.

"Shoes?" she questioned.

"Yep," he said, then "Okay, second level." And off he went.

She followed him onto the escalator and again struggled to keep up as he walked quickly through the store.

"But why shoes?" she asked, puzzled at his behavior after the episode in the food court.

He stopped and turned to her almost as if he were exasperated with her questions, "Look, I want to buy you some really sexy shoes, okay?"

Still puzzled, she said "B-but..."

"No 'buts'" he replied, "Just let me buy you some shoes."

She looked at his face and realized that he was not going to give in, so she shrugged her shoulders and said "Okay. Let's buy shoes."

Soon they found the shoe department. The lone clerk was seated at the feet of an older lady and from the looks of things she was trying on every shoe in the store. The clerk told them it would be a while and he responded by saying "What if we just find something and ask you to get it in her size?"

The clerk, relieved that he was not going to have two difficult customers on his hands nodded his agreement.

He sat her down off in one distant corner of the department and then walked away looking at the new spring styles. She saw him picking up different shoes until he finally selected a yellow, high-heeled pump. "What size?" he called to her. She told him, he relayed the information to the clerk, and soon he was kneeling in front of her with the yellow pumps.

He removed her shoes, but before placing the new shoes on her feet began to stroke the bottom of her feet. She wriggled at the sensation and then looked about in a panic as he ran his hands up her legs and under her skirt.

"No one is looking" he assured her as he stroked inside her thighs.

She relaxed and sighed as his hands met at the point where her legs met her torso. Pushing against both thighs so that her legs spread to the limit of the hem of her skirt, he began massaging the tendons on the inside of her thighs he stroked his thumb across her pussy.

"A-h-h-h-h," she gasped at the sensation.

The initial stroke was followed by a second, then a third and soon she was bucking her hips in rhythm with the movement of his thumbs.

"N-n-n-n-g-g-g-g-g!" she whined as she felt her orgasm begin to build, only to groan in frustration as he removed his hands.

Acting as if nothing was going on, he fitted the pumps on her feet and tightened the tiny straps around her ankles.

"Okay," he said "Go over to the mirror."

She stood on wobbly legs and walked to the mirror. The heels on the shoes were almost five inches high and emphasized the muscles in her legs. She walked to the mirror and looked at the image there. Those shoes definitely said, "Fuck me."

She turned and said, "What do you think?"

He looked critically and said, "I don't know...The skirt clashes with then. Step back into the mirrors and lift it out of the way."

Looking around, she stepped into the small indention in the wall formed by the mirrors and lifted her skirt well above her knees,

"So?" she questioned, lifting her eyebrows.

"Higher, " he said, "get it out of the way."

"B-but," she stammered, "It already too..."

"No it's not" he replied, "Lift it up."

Closing her eyes she lifted her skirt until she felt the cool air from the air conditioner blowing the hair on her pussy. She was totally exposed from the waist down.

"I like them," he said, "Take a look and see what you think."

"B-but..." she stammered.

"Yes," he laughed, "It's a beautiful butt. Now take a look."

She turned and started to let the skirt drop. But he said "Ah, ah, ah! Leave the skirt up."

She turned and was shocked to see herself holding her skirt aloft and her pussy exposed.

Again, she turned to him with a pleading look in her eyes. "P-please, can I drop it now?" she begged.

"Nope," he grinned, "You have to rub your clit first."

She stared at him, not believing what she heard. "Wha...? A-are you c-crazy?" she stammered.

"Nope," he replied "I want to see you rub your clit."

"B-but..." she stuttered.

"No buts," he grinned "You had better get busy before someone comes along."

"O-oh g-god," she stammered as she shifted her hold on her skirt and ran her right hand across her belly and into her pubic hair.

The jolt of her finger on her clit was instantaneous and she closed her eyes and threw back her head in pleasure as she began to stroke her middle finger across the erect nub of her clit.

"My, my" he said as he shook his head "You must do that a lot. You went right to it!"

"S-shut u-up, d-damn y-you" she gasped as her finger urged her toward orgasm.

She had actually spread her feet and bent her knees into a semi-squat to better access her pussy with her fingers. He leaned back and watched as she moved closer to her crisis.

"O-o-h-h-h, y-y-e-e-s-s-s," she hissed as she stroked furiously with her right hand.

"Okay, she's gone..." the voice of the salesman intruded into her bliss "Did you find something you like?"

He had just closed the register and was walking across the department in their direction. Her eyes jolted open and she dropped her skirt just before he walked into view. Without saying a word, she just nodded her head and shakily walked back to the chair.

Before she knew it the salesman was sitting in front of her lifting her foot onto the slanted portion of the stool. She was still shaking with sexual tension and had let one leg fall aside as she leaned back in the chair. The view up her skirt and the musky scent from her pussy hit the salesman at the same time. Being no fool, he slowly removed both shoes, taking the opportunity to peek up her skirt several more times.

Finally, he asked, "Should I ring these up for you?" and she, still trying to gain control merely nodded her assent.

They paid and walked out of the store without speaking. Finally, she broke the silence.

"Damn you," she giggled, "You are going to get me arrested! Why didn't you warn me he was coming?"

"Sorry," he laughed "But I got so carried away watching you I forgot to check on him."

"Well," she laughed shaking his arm "Next time be more careful."

The it struck her....She had actually said "Next time."

As they walked down the mall she hooked her arm in his and asked "Where to now?"

"Well," he said, "I thought we would look for a dress."

"A dress?" she questioned.

"Yep," he responded, "You have new shoes. Now you need a new dress to go with them."

He steered her into a shop that specialized in high fashion dresses. As they walked in he noticed that there was only one clerk in the store. She was a young girl, maybe 18 or 19 and she clearly was disappointed that she had customers to deal with. She looked up from her magazine and asked if she could help. He told her that they would just look for now and he would let her know if they needed her. This pleased the lazy girl and she went back to reading her magazine.

They walked to the back of the store and he started looking at a rack of spring dresses. They were thin, sleeveless and short. He asked her size and nodding, finally found a yellow one, just the color of her shoes.

"Here," he said, "Try this."

"You're kidding!" she exclaimed " I have no bra, you have my panties and you want me to put this on?"

"Just try it," he said "Let's see what it looks like...And here take the shoes. I want to see the whole package."

"Okay," she sighed, "I must be losing my mind."

She was relieved to see that the dressing rooms had full doors that locked rather than half-doors or curtains.

She locked the door, stepped out of her shoes and stripped of her skirt and blouse. She turned and examined herself in the mirror. Her nipples were erect and hard as pebbles and her clit was throbbing with need. She decided to take a minute and get some relief and she pinched one nipple while her other hand strayed down between her legs. She gasped in pleasure as her finger found the nub of her clit. Leaning against the wall she slowly stroked herself as her passion built...Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"What's taking so long?" he said.

"J-just a minute," she stuttered "I'm almost dressed."

She quickly pulled the dress on and stepped into the yellow pumps. Glancing in the mirror she was shocked to see her nipples pressing against the thin fabric and the shadow of her pubis at the vee of her legs.

She opened the door and he was standing there.

"I can't come out," she said holding the door only partially open.

"Why?' he questioned.

"Because this damned dress leaves nothing to the imagination," she spat "You can see right through it."

"There is a set of mirrors right here at the back of the store" he said, "Just come out that far."