PART 1: THE MALL
"Dude, look at that!" said Austin to his high school buddies Josh and Zach. They looked at where Austin was pointing, toward a woman bending over to get something out of the trunk of her car, which was parked at the mall parking lot. She was bent over at the waist and her tiny pink skirt made no effort to cover her ass, which was tight, round and tan and covered – for lack of a better word – only by a barely there white thong which neatly split not only her ass cheeks, but also her pussy lips. They couldn't see her face or tits, but they could see a pair of long, slender, well-toned tan legs and a pair of white stiletto heels.
"Oh man!" said Josh. "Look at that ass!"
The woman was only about 20 feet away from them, so there was a good chance she could hear them. Who cared? They started walking toward her, all three sets of eyes fixed squarely on the soft pocket of flesh formed by her pussy lips. Thinking quickly, Zach whipped out his camera phone and took two pictures before the woman seemed to notice they were around and looked around at them.
She was gorgeous. Sandy blonde hair, bright green eyes, red, pouty lips and a long, slender neck. She looked to be just a few years older than them – maybe a college girl, heck, maybe even one of the football cheerleaders. She was a high school boy's wet dream – a centerfold right before their very eyes.
"Hey guys," she called over her shoulder, slowly standing up and turning to face them. In so doing, she presented them with their first look at her magnificent tits. She was wearing a white tube top that showed off both her flat tummy – complete with navel ring – and her enormous cleavage. Two hard nipples poked out, their dark shapes clearly evident under the taut fabric, with no bra to hold them back. "Can you guys give me a hand?"
"Sure," Austin said quickly, his eyes roaming up and down her statuesque body. "What's the matter?"
"I'm flat," she said, throwing her bottom lip out in a fake pout and crossing her arms under her ample tits, squishing them together and pushing them even higher on her chest.
"No way," Josh said, starting at her tits. "There's nothing flat about you."
"Sure there is," she said, pretending to be oblivious to their stares as she pointed at one of her tires, which was indeed flat. "See. I need to change it, but I can't get the spare out of the back and I can't get the jack off. Can you guys help me get the ... jack ... off?" she said, pausing on the last two words, looking each of them in the eye, then glancing at their bulging crotches as she said them.
"Damn," Austin stammered.
"Yeah, we can help you," Zach was the first to break out of his trance. The boys all moved forward as she stepped back and let them look in her trunk. In minutes, they had the jack and spare out and were busy changing the tire.
It was a hot, sticky summer day. She had parked far from any of the mall entrances next to a cluster of trees and shrubs put there as if no one would notice that a once bountiful forest was now a parking lot. The trees and shrubs served to make them less noticeable and, since they were away from the entrance, few people were walking by. There were plenty of people around who could see them and could tell that there was a pretty woman with a flat tire being helped by three boys. To the casual observer walking in the parking lot, it looked completely normal.
To the boys, it looked far better than normal. They kept stealing glances at the woman as they worked, checking out her tits, ass, legs and the occasional glimpse of her pussy.
"It's hot out here," she said when they had finished. "Thank you boys so much. Can I get you something to drink? I have some cold water in a cooler in the car."
Without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and made another show of bending over at the waist as she reached down in the cooler. All three boys stood directly behind her, watching, jaws agape, camera phones in hand.
"Here you go," she said, smiling and handing them each a bottle of water. She took her own and sat down in the patch of grass in the sparse shade offered by the foliage. As she sat down, she pretended to stumble, spilling her water all over her chest. The thin tube top soaked up what it could and the rest ran down her flat stomach. Her nipples, stimulated by the cold water, got even harder and the drenched fabric became virtually transparent. "Oh shit," she said. She pretended to dab at her tube top with her hands as if brushing excess water away, but what she was really doing was pinching her nipples, making them as hard as she could.
"Now look what a mess!" she laughed, dropping her hands and exposing her wet t-shirt display. "I'm such a klutz!"
"Yeah," Austin laughed. "Look guys, it's like those wet t-shirt contests they show on the Girls Gone Wild commercials all the time."
"Commercials?" she scoffed. "You mean you guys have never seen a real wet t-shirt contest?" They all shook their heads no. "Well, if you want to see one now, I think it's the least I could do to thank you for all your help. Do you want me to put on a show for you?"
"Hell yes!" they said, practically in unison.
"OK," she laughed again. "Well, save your water. I'm going to need it." She opened the driver side door of the car and put a CD in. Moments later, the music was pumping and she was dancing, swinging her hips and rubbing her tits.
"Holy shit," Zach said. "This is awesome."
She squeezed her tits together and pulled on her nipples. With a wag of her finger, she motioned Zach to come forward with his bottle, then pointed at her tits. "Slow," she said. Zach started pouring the water in slow stream over her tits, letting it spill down her cleavage, under her skirt and down her legs. She let it run through her fingers as she continued to grope her own tits. Then, she took the bottle from Zach and put his right hand on her left tit. He needed no further instruction, as he grabbed her other breast as well and started squeezing and rubbing them in the same slow, firm way she had been doing.
"Get 'em, Zach!" Josh yelled. "Squeeze those titties!"
