We visited the mall on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. Our sex had been getting kind of stale, and we decided (after much discussion) that adding a little risk would add a whole lot of excitement. Little did we know how exciting it would get.
Naturally, Victoria's Secret seemed like a fitting destination (get it?). We walked into the store, and found that we were the only customers. Well, that was a little disappointing, but we figured someone was bound to come in at some point.
When we entered, the attractive young lady sitting at the counter reading a magazine lifted her head and said, with a rather annoyed manner,
"Can I help you?"
"No," I said, "we're just looking."
She immediately put her nose back in the magazine.
We wandered the store for a few minutes, enjoying the sexy lingerie, and whispering little innuendos to each other. I was getting a little turned on knowing what was coming.
Linda picked out a particularly hot teddy with crotchless panties, took my hand, and we went to the back of the store to the changing room. The young lady never once lifted her head.
Well, without so much as a hesitation, we entered the changing room. We had rehearsed this in our minds, so we didn't need to talk. Linda took her clothes off (she left her shoes on, as the floor was pretty funky). Her beautiful nakedness always stunned me, even though I had seen it so many times. She put on the teddy and panties, and paraded in front of me.
"Now," she said, "remove your pants and boxers, but keep your tee shirt on."
This is how we had planned it. I did as I was told. Linda got on her knees and started to give me a BJ. I could hear nothing coming from the store, so I was pretty relaxed. I got hard quickly, and really turned on. I thought we were going to fuck, and then get dressed and get out of there. What a story to tell our friends. But it was not to be.
Linda pulled her mouth away, and said,
"Now go out into the store and walk around in the aisles, and masturbate yourself."
This was not what we had discussed.
"Are you crazy? If I get caught, it will be really humiliating. They might even bring charges."
"Forget it, Robert. Risky is risky, and the thought of this is turning me on like nothing I've ever experienced. Now do it."
I loved the look in her eye, and there was a bit of the exhibitionist in me anyway, so I smiled and said
"OK, but I wouldn't do this for anyone else."
She said "I sure as hell hope not."
I peeked past the curtain. There was still no one in the store, and the young lady was apparently so engrossed in her magazine that she didn't even know we were there. I slipped out of the changing room. I walked a few feet. The clothes were hung fairly high, so that if the clerk looked up, she would see a man in a tee shirt looking at clothes. No problem, right. Wrong.
As I walked around stroking my very hard cock, I started to get a little, well, cocky. I walked the aisles, closer and closer to the door, and closer and closer to the clerk. All the time stroking myself. This was fun. I could always saunter back to the changing room if some one came in. I knew Linda was watching me from behind the curtain, and I'm sure she was fingering herself, and really getting off.
The clerk never even looked up. I decided to take a real risk. I turned a corner and came within 15 feet of her, facing her, stroking myself, knowing she wouldn't look up. What a rush!!
Suddenly she raised her head, and looked straight at me!! I froze. My cock went into flaccid mode almost at once. A wave of anxiety came over me. I just stood there because I didn't know what else to do.
There was no change of expression on the girl's face, but she reached under the counter and removed a sign. She held it up for me to see.
It said "Closed for Lunch. Back at 1:00."
She smiled, got up, and walked to the front door. She slid it closed, and put the sign on the hook.
She turned back and walked toward me.
When she reached me, she grabbed my cock and said,
"I'm Nancy, and I like your hardware. What's your name?"
"Robert" I managed to squeak.
"And what's your girlfriend's name?"
"Linda. And she's not my girlfriend, she's my wife."
"So much the better, Robert."
As she held my flaccid cock, she said,
"You are not the first couple to come in here with high sexual energy, looking to do something risky to enhance the experience. And you won't be the last. Let's go back to the changing room and chat with Linda."