As the saga continues...my decoy cop wife, Susan, having seen how excited I had gotten on our first outing to the mall with her dressed as a Catholic high school girl indulged me even more. Susan continued to wear her Catholic high school girl uniform off duty for me, or should I say for "us". Since it was apparent that her love of exhibitionism was well balanced with my lust for voyeurism and the fucking that followed was animalistic, such "sexcapades" occurred with regular frequency.
Just the thought of seeing Susan wearing the short blue plaid skirt and cotton buttoned down white blouse made my cock hard. At 5'4", with 38D tits and shapely legs and bubble butt ass made her an attention getter to say the least. Her strawberry blonde hair, which some people call more appropriately especially in this case as "dirty blonde", framed her very pretty face and green eyes. She would alternate from looking like the proverbial innocent virgin school girl to porn school slut by applying either very little make up or too much. I of course preferred it when she wore Ruby red glossy lipstick which accentuated her pouty full lips and left its mark on my cock shaft after one of her famous blowjobs.
On this occasion, Susan went with the innocent virgin look. Wearing no make up and her hair in pig tails she looked even younger than before. But the experienced eye of any man could tell that underneath her uniform there was a hot body and a wet pussy to be had under the right circumstances. As she had done before, she rolled up the waist band of her skirt to shorten its length, revealing even more of her white firm thighs above her ankle socks and Mary Jane style shoes. To add to the innocence, despite her 20/20 she wore eyeglasses for effect. The eyeglasses had no strength in the lenses so they did not impair her vision but were just like looking through a window. Susan kidded that these were her special "Horn Dog Watchers" which allowed her to pick out the perverts in the crowd and how I stood out from all of them. All I knew was that the sight of her made my cock stiff with lust. Also, not knowing what would happen when we went out with her looking that way excited me. Normally Susan's role as a decoy cop was to bait and apprehend gropers and molesters that lurked the streets and school yards, but this hunt was different. This hunt was for us. So off we went.
As we entered the park we walked separately so as not too appear as a couple and thus making Susan more vulnerable. Um, I mean more approachable. I could see the heads of several men who were sitting on the benches supposedly reading their newspapers pop up. Some went back to their newspapers but a few stared at her much like how lions stare at the prey before them. I could tell what was running through their minds, only because I was having the same thoughts. Although, I wondered what was worse to know. To know how Susan's full breasts actually felt cupped in your hands, the wetness of her pussy as you plunged your cock deep inside her or be one of these men who are imagining and anticipating it.
Surprisingly, Susan sat across from a much older looking gentleman who appeared to be in his late 70's and the least threatening or for that fact interested of the bunch. I deferred the choice to her, since after all not only was she the expert but the bait. As she sat, her already short school skirt rose higher exposing the inside of her thighs. I took a seat on bench across from where she sat but off to the side. The man looked at me for a moment as I sat down, his expression blank. I nodded acknowledgement and turned my gaze back to Susan who was fiddling with the contents of her pocket book.
Absentmindedly, or so it seemed, her thighs parted as she searched making clearly visible to me and the old man, her shear white panties. The white triangle of fabric that covered her pussy appeared damp and commanded our attention. The man shifted in his seat, surely to relieve some of the pressure from his crotch.
Susan broke away from her search and asked him if he could help her find her keys, saying that maybe another set of eyes would be more fruitful. As asked, the man rose and went to her side to offer his assistance. She placed the pocket book between them and partially twisted towards him, her right knee slightly resting higher on the bench. I could see from where I was sitting that the old man must now be getting one hell of a view of Susan's pussy. Apparently, the view proved to be too much for him because without hesitation he leaned and reached over and placed his hand high on the inside of her thigh causing Susan to gasp in surprise. Seeing that no attempt was made by her to pull away or signs of protests, he proceeded to touch her pussy.
