Fun At The Mall!!![FM]

I love sex and I’ve never been in a committed relationship. Slut is a label I wear with pride and I have the credentials to back it up.

As bold as I can be, I’ve never just approached a stranger for sex. I usually meet people in bars or restaurants or on dating apps. Or they approach me. So I felt like I needed to put some bait on the hook to make it known I might be open for business. I looked at the clothing I had hanging in the hotel closet. All conservative business professional outfits. But I knew I could put something together.

I put on my black pin-striped pencil skirt with a thin silk blouse that I typically wear under a sweater over a lacy black bra that easily showed through the blouse. I left half the buttons open so anyone could look down my top if I leaned forward. I applied my brightest red lipstick and took the elevator down and got an Uber to a local mall in an upscale area. The driver was undressing me with his eyes for the entirety of the ride.

I got a lot of looks strolling confidently through the corridors with my heels clicking loudly and my blouse fluttering open. But nobody approached. Rather than wait around I had a plan in mind. I went to a high-end men’s wear store. It was pretty sleepy on a weeknight. There was one guy working the register and another around the merchandise, but only one customer in the shop. She was obviously tie shopping for someone special.

I went to the back and started looking at the fitted shirts. The employee who approached was shorter than me in my heels, but he was extremely fit and looked good in a suit and tie. His hair was cut short and he had brown eyes and looked partially Hispanic, like me.

“Shopping for someone special?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Just killing time really.”

“Ok. If there is anything I can do to help, my name is Lee.”

“Do you have a changing room, Lee?”

“Yes. Of course. But we don’t sell women’s clothes.”

“Let me rephrase the question,” I said. “Do you have a place we can go where nobody will walk in on us while I suck your cock?”

The look on his face almost caused me to laugh. I’m not sure how I kept a straight face. It was the boldest offer I’d ever made to a man without some banter or flirting.

“We can’t really…I mean…we aren’t allowed,” he stuttered. “Maybe we can meet after my shift.”

“This is a limited time offer,” I said. “Now or never.”

He contemplated it for about ten seconds before directing me to a hidden hallway a few shops up that led to the employee parking garage for the mall. He told me to wait for him and he’d make an excuse to get out. He was confident we wouldn’t be discovered since it was too early in the evening for people to be leaving.

A few minutes later we were alone in the hall. He kept asking why I was doing this and if I wanted to go out later.

“I just love sucking cock and I think you’re hot,” I said.

He unzipped his slacks and nervously got his cock out. He was already semi-hard. I took him in my hand and licked the shaft. I teased the head with my tongue. His cock was short, but not embarrassingly so. He groaned a lot.

I gave him the porn star treatment. I was a little nervous about getting caught. I tugged from the base while I rapidly bobbed up and down the shaft. I kept my eyes on his. I moaned and groaned and only stopped to tell him over and over what a great cock he had and how I wanted his cum.

The whole interaction blow job lasted less than five minutes. He put his load in my mouth. Then he awkwardly asked for my number and I gave him a fake and he went back to work.

Still wanting more, I found a bench in a different part of the mall and fired up Tinder with a one-mile radius. I knew anyone it found would be in the mall or one of the shops just outside. And, counter-intuitively, I always have more success looking for Right Now on Tinder in the south. Maybe the people are less cynical than in northern cities. Or more repressed and looking to break some rules.

My profile is fairly straight-forward. Along the lines of “in town for business, looking for fun.” It’s also almost always set to women only. So the matches that were already queued up were all female. I messaged all of them with the same message: “I’m sitting in the mall and would love to get drinks with someone and see where it leads TONIGHT.”

I only got a few responses within five minutes. One had trashy pictures and asked to kik and “see more of me” almost immediately. I assumed it was a guy but still asked if they just wanted to get a drink and skip the chat. They continued to push for more pics.

I continued messaging with anyone responding and swiping until I ran out of options within the mile radius. I ended up with three different options. One was a college-aged girl working in one of the retail shops who wouldn’t get off until they closed.

The second was about my age and dining in a restaurant outside the mall on the main street. She was with friends but said she could get away after for drinks, although she preferred to take things slow.

The third was perfect. The type of woman I’ve gravitated to more often as I get older. Trista was younger, inexperienced, and eager for an older woman to show her the way. I was aggressive in suggesting we get a drink. She was in the mall already at a shoe store. I suggested a restaurant near the entrance with a bar. I was pushy. And she gave in.

She had curly black hair that hung past her shoulders and glasses with black frames. She was Hispanic and fit with small breasts. She wore a gray V-neck pullover sweater, a black skirt, black tights, and black flats.

We sat at the bar and I directed the conversation. She had recently ended things with a boyfriend. She’d always been curious about women but so far had only kissed and touched over the clothes. She’d talked to a few people on Tinder but always backed out before meeting.

I told her I wanted to be her first. I wanted to show her how good a woman’s touch could be. And I wanted to taste her.

She blushed a lot. We had two drinks sitting at the bar. Halfway through the second one I started touching her thigh and rubbing it gently. She didn’t stop me.

Before we’d finished the drink I had leaned in and kissed her. Trista gasped loudly. I could feel the eyes on us. It was a slow, sensual kiss. Not sloppy. But not a peck.

“Do you have a car? Can we go there?” I asked.

She nodded and I slapped some cash on the bar. She was nervous guiding me through the mall to the exit. We cut through a high-end department store and by the changing rooms. I grabbed a dress off the rack.

“Hold up. I want to try this on,” I said.

She was puzzled, but I took her hand and told her to come with me. Nobody else was in the changing room. The mall was closing in half an hour and it was a weeknight. I locked the drawer and hung the dress up without touching it. I pushed her against the back and wall and kissed her again. She just went with it.

My tongue slid between her parted lips. Her skirt was loose and easy to push it. She was so damp I could feel her through her tights. I rubbed her pussy. She moaned loudly and I had to shush her.

When she started panting I pulled my hand away just long enough to slide it inside her tights and panties. Her pussy was silky smooth and soaking wet. I found her clit and stroked it rapidly with my fingertips. I kept my lips on her. He was quivering and having a hard time keeping quiet. I worked her clit faster. She almost collapsed when she came.

Within an hour we were back at my hotel in bed and things were much less frantic. We took our time making out and undressing and before the night was over she’d had her first taste of pussy and her first few orgasms from a woman’s tongue.

Altogether, a good night spent on the road.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nobu2b/fun_at_the_mallfm

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