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Malls. A Slut's Paradise.
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Malls. A Slut's Paradise. Today was MallDay. I went into Memorial City Mall for lunch - Cute Carousel. A quick lunch, and a search for a quickie. I knew I'd find at least one bored husband waiting for his wife in Women's Wear, so off I went. BINGO! First try! Mid-twenties, OK looking; wife about 190# pushing the stroller through lingerie while he fidgets trying not to look like a fish out of water. Why are guys (especially married ones) so uncomfortable around women's undies? It's not like they don't see them every day. I made sure I caught his eye when wifey wasn't looking and gave him a coy smile. He gave me one of those "I'm-trying-not-to-smile-smiles", and checked to make sure he wasn't busted. Then I found the sexiest lace bra & thong set and held them up as if I was eveluating them, making SURE he was watching but trying to look like he wasn't. I worked my way around the rack so I had to pass him, making sure we got a good rub as I went by; purring "Oh, sorry. Excuse me" as my butt brushed his bulge. I had him. I knew if I made myself available where wife couldn't see, he'd follow. Guys are SOOOOOO predictable! About two racks away, I stopped short and turned as if I had seen something I liked, making sure I bumped right into him face-to-face. "oops!' I said, with THAT smile. we did the "Sorry", "Sorry" left-right shuffle, and then I landed my hand squarely on his crotch, and said "Oooooooo" as if it were an accident. "Nice" His hand FINALLY found my mound and he said "that's nice too". Wifey was in the checkout line, back to us. I knew we didn't have much time, so I decided to settle for a hand job. I just smiled as I stroked him hard, and he found my clit and gave it a good workout. I was just about to climax when he came with a huge shudder and doubled over, breaking his grip on my pussy. I grabbed his hand, put it back where it belonged and helped him finish me off, in spite of himself. I grabbed my purse and headed out, leaving him to explain the wet glob on the front of his pants. I'm getting wet remembering how good it felt, knowing that we were probably being watched on the security cameras. Hubby is downstairs, asleep. Maybe I'll go see if I can get him (well, at least PART of him) up for a quickie. Knowing him, I could probably do it without even waking him up. Sigh. I wonder where I'll get laid tomorrow? Join my 4F Club: Find 'em, Fellate 'em, Fuck 'em, FORGET 'EM! |
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