We tried something a little different over the holidays this year...
One evening, during the holiday shopping rush, he took me to the mall. Neither of us was shopping for gifts, however. We had something else in mind.
Before we left home, I put on heels and a dress that buttons all the way down the front, and he carefully tied my elbows behind my back. I could bring my elbows almost all the way forward alongside my body, but the rope was just short enough to keep me from reaching the buttons of my dress with my fingertips. Naturally, I wore nothing at all under the dress. He draped my overcoat over my shoulders to hide the rope across my back, spun me around to check my look, and led me to the garage. Having my elbows pulled back behind me a little made my back bow and my breasts stand out more, and that seemed to please him thoroughly.
The ride to the mall was a little uncomfortable, but not too bad. He had to put on and take off my seatbelt for me, but shortly we arrived at the mall complex. The walk from the car to the buildings was a challenge; I gripped the sides of the overcoat with my hands and held it closed as best I could in the wind, but the icy air still swirled up my dress and froze my bare skin. Had it not been for the rope, I'd have had my arms in the coat sleeves and cinched up the coat, but it would have looked a little odd to have the coat buttoned up around me with the sleeves flapping empty.
Once inside, he straightened my coat and we walked into the crowd. The effect he was going for was to have me look as if I were casually strolling along with my coat draped over my shoulders and my arms swinging loosely at my sides. It didn't quite work out that way, though - if he let my elbows come far enough forward to let my arms look naturally relaxed, I could reach my buttons, and that wasn't part of the game. So, after a little experimentation, I figured out a pose that looked reasonable, lifting my hands a little around my hips so that it didn't look like I was being led along in handcuffs. People pretty much see what they expect to see, especially in a crowded, noisy environment like a crowded mall. My hands were free and visible, and if my back was bowed a little and I clicked along in heels with my breasts thrust forward, well, what's wrong with that? We attracted no undue attention as we strolled along in the crowd.
"Comfortable?" he asked. I nodded.
"Lighten up," he murmured. "We're holiday shoppers, carefree, and all that, remember. You look tense."
I shook my head and grinned. He was right - I was focused on the faces of everyone around me, intent on worrying about whether they could tell I was naked under the dress and whether they knew I was tied. I knew for one thing that my nipples were rock-hard from the chill; it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to conclude that I was either braless or wearing only the sheerest of lingerie. I took a deep breath to clear my head and smiled back at him.
"Kiss me!" He did, quickly but deeply, draping his arm across my shoulders. I smiled and we continued on, the very picture of the happy holiday couple.
After a little window-shopping, I finally got warmed up and the flush left my face. I also relaxed into the game, not worrying so much about whether everyone in the mall knew what I was up to. It really is interesting to watch crowds - when there are a lot of people in a relatively small space, you can tell that people are concentrating solely on getting to their destinations and avoiding the people in their way. He guided me through the throng, not hurrying or dawdling, just going with the flow.
As we admired a Christmas tree in a niche by the escalators, he reached up, caressed my face, and kissed me tenderly. When I turned into him and leaned closer, he slipped his hand down along my throat, thrilling me. With another deep kiss, I moaned and closed my eyes, and his hand dipped lower. In a split second, it seemed, he unbuttoned the top buttons of my dress, flipping the edges apart to show my cleavage. When he stepped back, grinning, I looked down, startled that he had managed to get that many buttons open that quickly.
"That's better," he said softly. "Let's walk some more." My nipples jumped to attention again, and I was again convinced that everyone around me was staring at me, but I followed him back into the thick of the crowd. I concentrated on the "shopping couple" image to try to control the blush I knew was giving me away. As we looked in store windows and saw our reflection, I had an impish thought. With a wink, I walked to a side hallway, beckoning with a toss of my head.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I'd do this myself, but I can't reach. Reach inside the dress and lift my tits one at a time, up and toward the center. You'll like the result."
I turned my back on the crowd, and his eyebrow went up as he got the idea. After a couple of quick adjustments, the top of my dress gaped even wider, extra cloth bunched below the curve of my breasts and propping up an even more impressive display of cleavage. As we walked back into the crowd, I noticed a lot more jiggling going on - I turned to him and grinned broadly. While the dress wasn't skin-tight across my upper belly, it was snug enough to give me a sort of foundation for my shelf.
Our next stroll through the crowd brought a few curious looks; even though I discounted most of my suspicions, there were a few people giving me frank stares as I tiptoed my high heels past them and jiggled breasts at their faces. During one of our full-body-press kisses, I felt his erection through his slacks and clucked my tongue at him.
"You can't walk through the mall sporting a huge woody like that! What will people think?" He actually blushed, started to look down, and then caught himself. I don't think he realized the state he was in. He stuck his hands in his pockets to tent the front of his pants and hide the evidence, then arched an eyebrow at me.
"At least I can hide my arousal! You're pretty well stuck, my dear!" With that, he reached up and cupped a breast, tweaking my nipple hard right in the middle of the crowd. I gasped, but he was right - he could do with me as he wished, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. To drive the point home, he led me a few more steps and then brazenly tweaked the other nipple erect, right in front of an older couple walking arm-in-arm. Their eyes widened, and then the crowd swept us apart.
I licked my lips, and my eyes dilated. He noticed, chuckling.
"Come with me," he whispered, heading toward a dress shop.
He led me into the shop and between a couple of closely-spaced racks, then dropped his keys on the floor. With a "Woops!", he squatted down to retrieve them, left hand going for the keys and right hand making a beeline for my lower buttons. Again, I was amazed at his dexterity - in just a few seconds, he had my dress unbuttoned halfway up my thighs.
As he turned dresses on the rack this way and that, I nodded in approval. I knew there were security cameras all over the store (and all over the mall itself, including the parking lots, for that matter), and so I played the part for all it was worth. He drew closer, and then a particular dress seemed to catch his eye. He leaned in to read the tag, and I felt his other hand catch up the front of my dress and start gathering the material. I stifled the urge to look around in panic, and in a second or two his warm fingers were curling around my bare crotch. With a wiggle, he opened me with his middle finger and slipped inside.
