As she pulled into the underground parking garage, Shelley noticed how few cars were already at the towering mall. She looked at the clock on her car dashboard and noted she was only ten minutes early before all the stores opened. “Where were all the other cars?” she thought. If she had been listening to the radio, she might have realized she had forgotten the time change. But then again, she might never have experienced the delicious surprise in store for her.
Shelley locked her car and walked the short distance to the elevator doors. She felt sexy in her favorite short red dress. Shoulder-less, both the front and back faces of her dress had crossing shoestring-like ties that kept her ample breasts from falling out. Originally, her dress was designed to be worn without a bra. It came with little soft felt pads to seclude her nipples from sight. But knowing she was going to meet her girlfriend, Maya, Shelley had removed the pads before leaving home. She pushed the wall mounted plastic button and an internal arrow lit up. The thin shoulder straps of her black purse clung barely to the edge of her lithe shoulder bone. Her purse was empty now, ready to be filled with whatever sexy selections she and Maya might find.
The hum of the elevator motors whined down as the doors in front of her opened. She stepped into the elevator for the ride up to LaDish’s department store on the third floor. She was intentionally a half hour early for meeting Maya. It would give her extra time to test some of the perfume samples before meeting Maya in the lingerie section. At first she saw the elevator occupied by two men, but it was only the deceptive angle of her view into the mirrored interior walls. A soft little bell sounded, and very quietly the doors merged together sealing her in the golden room of mirrors with the large uniformed man.
Shelley had to strain to read his name in the reflection of the doors. "Stewart" was the neatly hand-lettered name on the plastic tag attached to the man's fitted red vest. The tag looked toy-like on his massive frame. He looked young. She estimated he was in his early twenties, only half a dozen years younger than her. His vest alone would have circled her body twice and both of her legs could have fit in one of his pants legs. He was the height of a man who had to duck under low hanging lamps. His dark curled hair was short and a well-trimmed moustache that merged into a short beard over his chin broke his face. Even with just a quick glance in his mirrored eyes, she realized he was admiring her shapely ass. She imagined the caresses of his eyes tracing like fingertips over her smooth sensitive body. She wondered if he could see her panty lines.
All the interior walls of the elevator were covered with floor to ceiling mirrors. A hard round brass rail ringed the midriffs of the mirrors while small intense lights showered golden light from brass recesses in the mirrored ceiling. The rich sensual dark green color of the carpet offset the red of Shelley's dress. Shelley watched as the elevator passed the first floor. She looked into the reflection of the man again and noticed his eyes still on her. His eyes were transfixed on her ass. Shelley wondered if he was getting aroused. She looked at the mirrored reflection of his pants crotch. His sharp uniformed beltline bowed outward and sure enough, just to the left below a belt loop, she could see a pronounced round bulge. She thought for certain, it had to be the head of his excited cock pushing out his black slacks.
Shelley had an impulsive devilish idea as the digital elevator counter changed to 2. Subtly, she cupped the bottom of her purse, dipped her shoulder, and quickly removed her hand from underneath the purse. The loss of support let her purse slip from her shoulder and fall forward to the carpet floor.
“Oh!” She exclaimed, as she pretended to be surprised by her absent-minded gesture.
Acting like no one else was in the elevator and with the fluid body motion of a dancer doing exercises, Shelley bent forward. Her short dress hem had no place to go except further up her shapely ass and spine. She glanced in the mirrored doors and saw Stewart’s eyes grow wide and his mouth drop open. Never had he seen such an exquisite sight. Shelley’s long tapered thighs merged and curved up naked until midway across the middle of her buttocks. The frilly white waves of lace curled over her ass like the wings of a gliding dove. Her panties clung low on her hip, then curved higher in the middle, and dramatically stretched back to the deep crevice of her ass cheeks. A tiny pink satin crotch tucked tightly into her ass was no more than a fingernail of covering. Stewart could even make out the division of her cunt lips.
The excitement of exposing herself was incredible. Shelley looked away from his eyes in the mirror. Her heart thumped through her chest. Straightening herself again, she felt the elevator motion slowing down, then a soft floor jerk, and finally stopping. The digital counter changed to 3. A bell sounded and she was disappointed it was her floor to get off. As the doors spread open, Shelley intentionally turned to get the best look she could at Stewart's crotch and could clearly see his zipper straining.
"Oh my goodness." She let the words escape from her mouth. Stewart didn’t bother to hide his stare at Shelley’s frilly pink panties just a few tantalizing feet in front of him. His mouth fell open slightly and his eyes had a hungry glow as their glances met. Shelley smiled. Feigning shyness, but with excitement racing between her thighs, she asked, “Are you looking at my panties?”
Stewart knew he was caught. For a second he hesitated to answer, uncertain how the girl in front of him would take his admission of guilt. He shuffled his feet and in a low deep voice replied, “Um, Yes.”
For a split second, Shelley thought of not stepping out of the little mirrored room and pulling her dress up in front to give Stewart a really good view of her panties. She thought of asking him if he would like to kiss them for her. She wanted him to kiss them. The doors began to move from their hidden sockets. As they began to close, Shelley stepped out. She had one last meeting of the eyes with Stewart. Impulsively, she winked. He broadly smiled back as the doors closed.
Shelley wanted to push the button again. Make the elevator come back. She could feel her face flushed with excitement and the wetness in her panties. She wanted more. She glanced down the hallway for other people but there was none. Her legs trembled a little. It was too tempting to see where things might lead. She reached under her dress, slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her panties, and slid them down her hips, past her knees, and onto her ankles where they rested on her shiny red high heel shoes. Quickly, she stepped out of them and picked them up. Like a hostess setting a table, she laid the tiny pink frilly panties on top of her purse, pushed the elevator button, and waited.
The wait seemed like it took forever. The only signal to watch was an illuminated arrow pointing down that the elevator was on its way. Shelley's heart raced. Soon she heard the faint sound of the pulley bringing the elevator to a stop. Two bells softly sounded above the doorframe. Somewhere inside the wall, a sensor triggered, the doors slid open, and there in the back still stood Stewart. When he saw her, he immediately smiled.
"Oh, hello again." Said Shelley, "Silly me, I guess I got off at the wrong floor." She looked at his crotch. The bulge looked like it had moved to the other side of his zipper. “Has he been touching it?” Shelley wondered as she stepped into the seductive elevator and resumed her position with her back to Stewart. Her heart was beating rapidly. Her naked pussy felt excited. Her purse with the panties on top was slung to her side and clearly within Stewart's direct view. The teasing naughtiness of the situation, made her aroused pussy form wetness inside. She knew he saw the panties on her purse, and would surely know she had taken them off. She could have waited for the doors to close by themselves, but instead, she stood where she was, and leaned forward the necessary distance to push the control panel button. It was all or nothing as Shelley exaggerated her lean forward to the control panel.
Her dress again slid up the short distance of her hip, exposing the delicious bottom curve of her naked ass. For Stewart it was the most erotic vision of his young life. Before him, was the sexiest woman, with the hottest ass, he had ever seen in his young life. He couldn’t help but let out a low gasp of breath. “Oh!”
When she reached to push the button, Shelley let her legs spread as well making her ass curve even sharper for Stewart’s view. She smiled to herself at the sound of his escaping gasp. Even without looking into the mirrors, she knew he was taking it all in. Perhaps he was even seeing a few of her tiny curly pussy hairs as well. The doors began to close and she lingered on the button for balance. As they quietly shut, Shelley looked in the mirror.
Stewart’s eyes were drilling a penis into her ass. His large body language was melted against the wall. Leaving her hand on the control panel, she made no attempt to straighten back up, and as the elevator began to lift, Shelley spoke into the mirror, “You like what you see?”
