Stranger at the Mall

The mall has always been a special place for me. When I was a teen, I would always hang out there with friends to meet boys. Once I began working, I became a consumer junkie and always gyrated to the mall when I had free time or was just bored. I have always loved shopping. I would say most of my shopping trips have been pretty much uneventful, except for one very memorable visit to the mall a few years ago.

That particular afternoon, I was out alone shopping for a dress for my husband's annual company Christmas party. I was looking for something classy but also sexy. I know my husband likes to show me off to his colleagues, so sexy but not slutty was what I was looking for.

As I was browsing through the dresses in a large, upscale department store, I couldn't help but notice a man watching me from a distance. I discreetly kept an eye on him and determined that he was definitely watching me. I did find it odd that he was in the ladies' section of the store.

My first thought was that he could be store security, but I quickly dispelled that theory. He was an older man and too well dressed to be a retail employee. He was not only mature-looking, he was downright attractive. I have always had a thing for older, confident-looking men, and he definitely checked those boxes.

As I continued my hunt for a dress, I lost track of him for several minutes. While I was working my way through some dresses on a rack, I looked up, and there he was, standing in front of me.

"I bet that dress would look fabulous on you," he said in a soft, deep voice, referring to a designer black dress I had set aside.

"Oh, thank you. Yes, I like it... but I'll have to try it on first," I said, smiling as I took a closer look at him.

He had a nice smile, and the light scent of his cologne smelled delicious. He looked very distinguished and put-together. He gave off a sense of class.

I turned away from him and went to the dressing room to try on the dress. When I walked out to the full-length mirror, I was surprised to see he was still there.

The dress fit me like it was made for me. That day I had worn my heels and black thigh-highs as I knew I would be trying on dresses. The dress was black, and it came down to my knees, but it had a sexy slit up the side that exposed my thigh when I moved. It was also low-cut, and with the aid of my sexy push-up bra, it showed off my cleavage perfectly. The dress was perfect, and the entire outfit made me feel sexy. I was sold on it.

My new friend loved the dress and confirmed my thoughts.

"That dress was made for you...Christmas party?" He asked.

"Yes, my husband's work Christmas party," I responded, wondering if my marital status would deter him.

As I turned away to return to the dressing room, he lightly touched my elbow to get my attention. I have to admit his touch did send a spark through me.

"Excuse me if I'm being too forward, but would you like to join me for lunch?" He then added the name of a nice restaurant in the mall.

"Ummm, I'm not sure..." I replied. His remark caught me off guard, but I was intrigued.

"Well, think about it." "I have a call to make, so you can meet me there in fifteen minutes if you like." I hope to see you soon." "Oh, I would love if you wore that dress." He added, as he walked away.

I was attracted to him, but the idea of keeping my dress on for him seemed a bit strange. It was a weird request coming from a complete stranger.

I went back into the dressing room and just sat there thinking. I couldn't believe I was actually debating whether to go meet him or not. If I did, I certainly wouldn't wear my new party dress; although it was a sexy request on his part, I wasn't that comfortable with his request.

My instincts were telling me that something was not right. He seemed a bit too smooth, and he definitely looked like a ladies' man. What was he doing in the store's dress section, anyway? I was sure he had done this many times before. He seemed like a nice man, but I wasn't going to meet him for lunch after only a few words. He was still a complete stranger. So as much as I was tempted, I decided not to meet him.

I removed the dress and went to the service desk to pay. The sales clerk informed me that my gentleman friend had applied a 75% discount to any of my purchases. Apparently, he was a corporate executive from the New York head office. I suppose that explained why he was lurking around in the dress department.

"Are you kidding?" This was a $350 dress that is now discontinued and under $100. Wow, I love deals, and this was a doozy of a deal.

I was stunned by his kind gesture. This changed everything. I had no choice but to meet him now. I mean, what kind of person would I be if I didn't at least thank him? I had found my dress much quicker than anticipated, so I had time, and well, he was a very nice-looking mature man. Naughty thoughts were going through my mind despite my previous apprehension.

I quickly returned to the change room and put on my new dress and heels. I admit I'm a shopping addict, and I always get a thrill from deals, and this was a great deal. I was now feeling excited about meeting him and showing off my new sexy dress.

As I walked through the mall, I could feel men glaring at me. The dress made me feel very sexy. The fact that I was on my way to meet this handsome gentleman sent a tingle of arousal through me.

The restaurant was almost empty as it was well past the lunch hour. I found him in a quiet booth at the back. He was thrilled to see me in the dress. I responded by doing a quick spin to show off my new dress. As I slid in beside him, I couldn't help but flash my thigh via the slit in my dress. He didn't say anything, but I know he noticed.

I thanked him profusely for the discount, and he thanked me for joining him for lunch. He then ordered a bottle of white wine and calamari to start.

As we chatted and ate our lunch, I found myself caught up in his charm. He was definitely smooth and sophisticated. I again wondered how many times he had done this. I couldn't help but think this wasn't the first time, but it didn't matter, I suppose.

Once we finished lunch, he reached over to hold my hand. His big, strong hands were remarkably soft. I could feel myself falling for him as I was beginning to warm up. Of course, the wine helped.

He then asked if he could feel the material of the dress.

"Sure, go ahead. Technically, you paid for 75% of it." Umm, maybe I shouldn't have said that? The wine had obviously loosened me up.

He reached over and felt a small piece of the material on my arm. "That feels silky and sexy," he commented. Then his hand fell down and landed on my thigh. I immediately felt the warmth radiating from his hand through the thin material. I could feel my heart beginning to accelerate and my body heating up.

The booth was very private, and the white tablecloth also provided privacy below the waist. I was feeling the effects of three glasses of wine. I stopped talking now and just stared at him. You could say I was daring him to make the next move.

I uncrossed my legs and opened them ever so slightly, feeling slightly drunk and aroused. He noticed. His hand moved slowly from the dress to my leg. He paused for my reaction, but I did nothing to stop him. As he gazed into my eyes, I began to melt.

His hand moved lightly on my thigh and inched ever so slowly towards my inner thigh. His warm hand slid through the dress slit, past the band on my thigh stockings, and onto the soft, bare flesh of my inner thigh.

I felt a wave of arousal sweep over me. All my senses were now focused on his hand on my bare inner thigh. I swear I could feel his pulse from just his touch. Every tiny movement of his hand was magnified a thousand times. My breathing became heavier and more labored. I was heating up fast as he gazed into my eyes. Fuck, he had me. I knew it, and so did he.

I was running hot and past the point of being subtle. I shifted closer to him and slightly opened up my legs to allow him better access.

The dress rode higher on my hips. His fingers pressed up and found the lace of my moist panties. I felt his fingers reach up and pull them aside as a finger explored my labia and beyond. Suddenly, he dipped a finger inside of me. I leaned back in my seat, and I let out a muffled gasp of "Ohhh..." as my eyes closed for a moment. I knew I was soaking wet, and now he did too.

His fingers went straight for my tiny, peril-shaped clitoris, flicking and circling it like a master. He was pushing my arousal button, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my entire body. My breathing became deep, and my body was quivering. I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter. Yet I did my best to sit there and appear as normal as possible. I even tried to sip my wine but couldn't. I don't think I was fooling anybody.

I discreetly moved my hand over his groin area; he had quite a bulge in his trousers. My tiny fingers slowly teased the outline of his hard member. I then firmly grabbed the outline of his cock through his trousers and aggressively rubbed him. Things were getting pretty heated.

We were abruptly interrupted when the waitress brought the check. "How was everything?" She inquired, her gaze fixed on me.

"Oh, just wonderful; thank you." I was obviously flustered but managed to get the words out. His finger curled up inside me under the tablecloth, causing me to jolt up and gasp slightly. She gave me a sly smile. She had picked up on what was going on, and I could tell from her look that she approved of my gentleman friend. "Well, you have a wonderful day, and do come again." She smiled--pun intended, I'm sure--as she walked away.

Note to self: not to dine here with my husband.

"Would you like to join me in my hotel room?" he whispered.

"Oh... I would love to, but I'm running out of time." I responded.

The time had slipped away that afternoon, and although I would have preferred to take this to a hotel room, I didn't have the time. It was important that I got home before my husband returned from work.

I could see the disappointment on his face.

My promiscuous side always displays itself after a few glasses of alcohol, and this was no exception.

"My SUV has dark privacy glass," I whispered. Damn, that sounded like I was some sex-starved suburban housewife.

He gave me a devilish smile and made some comment about car sex as he plopped down his credit card.

Before leaving the restaurant, I visited the ladies' room to refresh myself and gather my thoughts. This gave me a few minutes to reflect on what had transpired and what was about to transpire.

What have I gotten myself into now? I realised that the wine had impaired my judgment. We weren't really going to have sex in my SUV, were we? When I suggested we go to my vehicle, I was thinking more along the lines of some flirtation, making out, or maybe oral sex--not sexual intercourse.

I asked him to follow me to my vehicle; after all, I am married, and I didn't want to take any chances of being seen with another man. As I walked ahead of him, I could feel his eyes on my ass, and it was arousing. I couldn't believe I was going to go through with this. Talk about the walk of shame. What is wrong with me?

We jumped into my vehicle, and I drove out to a shaded and deserted section of the mall parking lot. We immediately began kissing and lusting over each other. After a few minutes, he suggested we get in the back.

I knew what that meant, but I was in heat, and he had me lusting for him all afternoon. I jumped out and unlatched the back seats, flipping them forward to create a spacious area in the back. Like a couple of horny teens, we climbed into the back.

His hands moved over my body, cupping my breasts. His lips and hands worked around my throat and neck. He grabbed me firmly by the throat as he kissed me hard. I felt the zipper on the back of the dress go down. I looked around outside to make sure there were no onlookers or, worse, mall security.

He lifted my arms in an attempt to remove my dress, but I resisted. The thought of being seen naked in the middle of the afternoon in the parking lot was too risky. After all, I didn't live that far from the mall, and my vehicle was easily recognizable.

In return, he slipped the dress off my shoulders and buried his head in my blossom. I unbuttoned his shirt, and I leaned in to kiss his chest and run my hands through his hairy chest. He reached down and pulled his trousers off in one swift motion.

I grabbed a hold of his boxers and yanked them off like a sex-starved slut. His cock sprang up tall and firm, much to my delight. My hand went straight to his thick cock, and I began stroking and pumping him. My fingers explored his cock and balls. I kissed his chest and slowly worked my lips down his tight stomach to finally take his cock into my mouth.

I love tasting a man for the first time. I swirled my tongue over his head, tasting his pre-cum. My fingernails stroked his scrotum before giving it a nice, sharp squeeze. His moans only made me want him more. My tiny hand pumped the base of his nice, thick cock as I feverishly sucked the top half of his cock. I felt his hand on the back of my head, grabbing my hair, and pushing me down as he plunged his cock deep down my throat. He then grasped my throat with his other hand and forcefully began fucking my mouth.

Things quickly turned rough. Although I do enjoy it rough, he was still a stranger. Images flashed through my mind of being strangled unconscious and being left half naked in my car. Who was this stranger, and what were his intentions? An element of danger and risk is such a turn-on.

I began gagging and struggling for air. My eyes were watering, and I tried to pull away from his tight grasp, but he was having none of it. I began moaning and thrashing about. The more I struggled, the more aroused he became. Finally, he removed his hand from my throat and let up. He had a crazed look on his face, which scared the hell out of me but also gave me a rush of adrenaline.

I was gasping for air and wiping the tears and saliva from my face when he grabbed a hold of my cleavage and pulled my dress down, partly spilling my breasts out of my bra. Still not being satisfied, he reached behind me and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts completely.

He then leaned in and began kissing me rather roughly. He was pulling and pinching my erect nipples. It was painful, yet also very arousing. He was being very rough. In return, I kissed him back roughly and bit his lower lip rather hard. I certainly got his attention as he pulled back in shock to taste the blood. He smiled at me, and we continued to devour each other.

A hand slipped into my panties and a finger slid in between my now red and swollen labia. At this point, I was soaking wet. He pushed me down onto my back, straddling my face, as his cock hovered above my face, taking aim and ready to dive between my waiting lips.

I opened my mouth to accept him. I had now shifted from arousal to pure animal sex. He began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. I reached around, grabbed his hard ass, and pulled him in deeper and faster. I wanted to feel his load in the back of my throat as much as I wanted to feel that beautiful cock in my pussy. You could say we were both in a frenzied state.

I was soon rewarded as I felt his buttocks tighten and felt his warm semen fill my mouth. Wave after wave spewed into my mouth and over my face. It was difficult to swallow while lying back, but I did my best. I continued to suckle him as I felt him relax and slowly begin to soften.

He pulled and pressed his body on top of mine as we kissed hungrily. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths, me sharing his warm load and him his blood from his still-bloody lip. I smiled as he lowered his mouth to my nipples, sucking them alternately. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. My nipples are very sensitive, and I love having them licked and sucked, especially after he had mauled them moments before.

He soon worked his way down my stomach and pulled my panties off in one quick tug. My new dress was ravelled up around my midsection. I didn't want to be fully naked when we started, yet my breasts and pussy were now fully exposed. He positioned himself between my parted legs as his head moved over my smooth, glistening pussy.

It would have been quite a scene for a passerby to see my black thigh-high encased legs in high heels parted and suspended over the front seats. Yikes!

I moaned with pleasure as his tongue dove into me. I pressed up and into his mouth, hungry for more. I felt the seatbelt buckle digging into my ass, so I lifted my head higher and reached down to adjust myself. He quickly took this opportunity to slip his hand under my ass, and he tenderly probed my asshole as he licked and sucked harder now.

I felt my orgasm building and soon felt the tremors through my loins as the wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I pushed and ground his head into me as I let out a loud moan.

"Oh, fuck yes. I needed that."

I lay there admiring his now-erect cock. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have him inside me.

"Fuck me...please," I begged.

To my surprise, he quickly reached for his trousers and pulled a condom out of one of his pockets. As he prepared to slip it on, I asked him to stop.

"No, don't put that on yet; I want to feel you bare first." I shyly asked.

I reached down and placed the head of his cock against my opening and nodded. I was so wet that his girth slid half way in with one quick push. Then, without any hesitation, he thrust himself all the way inside of me. I let out a deep gasp as he stretched me. I wasn't expecting him to be so rough, although I should have known better.

I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer and deeper into me.

"God, that feels so good," I moaned as my pussy adjusted to being so full and stretched.

I should have released him to put on the condom, but I couldn't. It felt so good, and I just wanted him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me and use me!

"Just fuck me," I pleaded.

He arched up and once again grabbed me by the throat to leverage himself into me. I was ridiculously wet now. I'm not sure, but I could have possibly squirted while he was fucking me. Juices were flowing out of me and down my ass onto the car seat. I could hear the squishing sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of me. With each deep thrust, I could feel his balls slap against my wet ass. It felt like each thrust took him deeper and deeper inside of me.

Then he hooked his arms behind my knees and went to new depths as my legs were lifted higher and spread even wider than before. My heels were hitting the roof of the vehicle. He was now fucking me hard and fast--just how I like it. We were going at it like two sex-crazed animals.

I couldn't help but think how obvious it would be if someone walked by and saw my vehicle bouncing up and down in rhythm with his thrusts, not to mention the moans and grunts emanating from inside the SUV. Oh, and of course, my parted legs reaching for the sky.

He again had a hold of my throat. The more worked up he got, the harder he gripped my throat. I was at his mercy. I was all his to do as he pleased.

It wasn't long before I had a spectacular orgasm, as my body twitched and jerked around in complete satisfaction. I could feel my vulva squeeze tight around his pulsating cock as bolts of excitement radiated through my entire body. It felt wonderful to have this stranger inside of me.

He let out a loud, long grunt as he stiffened up and gave me one last, hard, deep thrust. I felt the warm sensation of his semen shooting deep inside of me. I squeezed my lips together as if to hold him tight inside of me for as long as I could.