Brittany

On Friday morning, Brittany was lounging at her kitchen table enjoying her coffee. As per usual, she didn't have much on her to-do list for the day, but she wanted to stop by the mall and buy a few new outfits for her girl's trip. It was the day before she was set to leave and she was in a great mood. All week she had been thinking about her sunbathing encounter, replaying the scenario over and over again in her mind - it was all she could think about.

The night before, she had run into her neighbor Phil as he was walking around the neighborhood with his wife. Brittany and her husband Peter had been standing out on the front porch - one of the rare nights that he had made it home before 10. Peter had raised an arm to wave at them, which the wife had returned with a smile, but Phil had pretended not to see them.

"That was weird," Peter said, clearly noticing Phil's behavior.

Brittany had laughed to herself. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, dear." she replied nonchalantly.

Surprisingly, Brittany found she wasn't really bothered by Peter's affair anymore. Her tormented thoughts of divorce and rage were now replaced by something much more fun and a newfound sense of freedom. If Peter had something that was keeping him out of her business then so much the better. She took another sip of her coffee and stretched one tan leg out on the chair in front of her. Life was suddenly looking a lot less dull.

From the front of the house she heard the doorbell ring. She sat puzzled for a second before realizing it must be the FedEx guy delivering her monthly wine subscription. Since it was alcohol, that meant she would have to sign for it. She looked down at what she was wearing - a pink crop top that just barely covered her boobs and a matching pink thong. The full outline of her breasts and erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of the tight top. She stood up to go grab her robe, but it was all the way upstairs.

Fuck it.

She walked through her front hallway and to the front door. Through the glass door she could see the FedEx guy standing with a square package and a tablet awaiting signature. She walked up to the door and opened it. His eyes widened when he saw Brittany.

"Hello" - said Brittany

"Signature please" - stammered the FedEx guy, never taking his eyes off of Brittany's tits. He went to hand the stylus to Brittany, but, his eyes glued to her chest, dropped it before it reached her hand. The stylus rolled back into the house behind her.

The FedEx guy looked slightly panicked, but Brittany just smiled. She turned slowly, making sure he got a nice look at her g-sting clad ass, before bending down to retrieve it off the floor.

"Thanks" he stuttered.

Brittany felt waves of excitement running through her, but forced herself to remain nonchalant. She signed her name coolly and handed it back to him in exchange for the package.

"Have a nice day," she said.

"You too," he said, pausing awkwardly, before turning and tripping slightly as he stepped off her porch. On his way back to the FedEx truck he kept turning back to look at her over his shoulder. She just stood in the doorway and waved. He lingered for a long time in his truck, a lot longer than was necessary to start it back up, and then finally drove away.

Brittany walked back into the house, exhilarated and extremely aroused. She considered heading into her bedroom for another session with her vibrator, but decided to postpone her release. It was already late in the morning and she wanted to be able to take her time with her shopping without having to rush to pick up the kids.

Brittany walked into her closet and threw a tight bodycon dress over her thong, still braless. She turned in the mirror and could see the slight outline of her thong through the tight dress. She shimmied out of it and then checked again in the mirror. No more lines. Then she went to the bathroom to finish getting ready - she applied some light makeup and styled her long blonde hair into loose waves. She grabbed her sunglasses, hopped into her range rover, and drove to the mall.

After parking, Brittany walked across the lot and headed into the mall. The cold air conditioning felt good on her skin but also caused her nipples to harden, which would be visible through her dress since she wasn't wearing a bra. As she walked through the mall corridors she noticed more than one man, and a few women, glancing at her chest. She made her way to one of the large department stores, where she spent some time perusing each section, loading up with tiny sundresses, cut-off shorts, and crop tops. She wasn't sure exactly what she was looking for, but she had an Amex platinum in her purse and she was going to use it.

"Can I start a fitting room for you?" asked a young sales associate, eyeing the mountain of clothing piled over Brittany's arm.

"Yes, thank you," Brittany replied, transferring the clothing to the woman's outstretched arms.

She did another lap around the store before heading over to find the sales associate again. The woman led her to the dressing room area, which was in a separate area of the store. The dressing rooms were aligned in an L-shape, with a full-length 3-way mirror at one end of the hallway, and a few benches across from the line of rooms. The dressing area was mostly empty, except for a bored-looking man in his mid to upper twenties who was sitting on one of the benches with his face buried in his phone. The dressing room across from him appeared to be the only other room that was occupied. Must be his girlfriend, thought Brittany.

"I've got you over here," the woman said, motioning to a room at the far end of the dressing area. "Let me know if you need any other sizes."

Brittany walked into the dressing room and thanked the woman, who turned and walked back out onto the sales floor. She closed the door behind her, stripped off her dress and threw on one of the crop tops with a pair of tight shorts that just barely covered her ass. She opened the fitting room door, strode out into the hallway, and stood in front of the 3-way mirror. She admired the outfit, angling herself to check her reflection from behind. In one of the mirrors, she could see that the man on the bench was no longer looking at his phone and was now staring at her ass and legs.

She walked back to her dressing room. There was another mirror hanging on the wall in her room and in it she could see that the man was still looking at her. She pushed the door behind her so that it closed slightly but was still ajar, leaving a crack more than wide enough for him to see in. She raised her arms and pulled the crop top over her head, exposing her tits fully. She turned to face the mirror, giving him a full view. Then she unbuttoned her shorts and started shimmying them off her. They dropped to the floor and she was standing naked. In the mirror, she could see the man watching her but his hand was now resting in his lap, his thumb stroking his dick. Brittany felt the same rush of excitement as she had sunbathing the other day and could feel her pussy becoming wet.

She caressed her breasts in the mirror, watching him watching her, then lifted one of her legs so that her foot was now resting on the bench in the dressing room. Her pussy was now visible in the mirror and she dropped one hand to it, while the other continued to fondle her nipples. Behind her, the man's stroking had become more pronounced and he had an almost pained expression on his face. Brittany pushed two fingers inside of her pussy and massaged the wet liquid into her clit. Almost immediately she felt the tension building in her core, she was so turned on it wasn't going to take long. She let out a soft moan. Her eyes locked with the man's just as her body started to shake from the orgasm. His expression darkened as she watched him watch her cum. Just as the final waves finished cresting through her body, Brittany heard the sound of the woman in the other dressing room turning the handle to exit. Brittany slammed her door closed and collapsed on the dressing room bench inside.

"Well, I don't think I'll get any of these," she heard the other woman say. "Honey, are you listening to me?"

"Ummm yeah, sorry," the man replied.

"What's got you so distracted? Something interesting on your phone?" the woman asked.

"Yeah... football rankings," mumbled the guy.

Brittany laughed to herself silently and heard them leave the room. She imagined the poor guy trying to hide his erection behind some shopping bags. Her phone pinged.

(Naomi) Guys what are you packing?

Brittany looked at the clothes littering the dressing room floor beneath her.

(Brittany) The sluttiest clothes I have ;)