The mall parking lot had more cars than I had hoped when I pulled into the spot. I glanced around and saw families of all sizes getting ready to go into the shop, or families with bags laden with things over their arms leaving the glass storefront. I got out and stealthily stretched my legs, adjusting the teeny tiny thong to properly sit covering my vagina.
I enjoyed the thrill of wearing a dress and a micro thong, it allowed the possibility of imagining my dress flying up and some stranger seeing how exposed I was. It made me sweat just thinking about it. I locked my car and walked into the store, but was surprised when this box store was nearly empty. Families must have parked here and then walked through to reach the other inner stores, leaving this one practically empty- save for the few employees restocking, or brushing non existent dust from the tables. I was looking for one such employee in particular. Julia. Her dark hair cut short to around her shoulders and her back exposed in the store's uniform black tops. I knew her from half a store away without even seeing her face. She was around my age, middle twenties and was utterly gorgeous.
We played this game every time I came in which was more frequent now that the holidays were around the corner. I would walk through the store, glancing at things but never purchasing anything, all the while keeping her in viewing range. Unlike the other older employees of the store, Julia was younger and tighter. Her attitude was no nonsense when I heard her talk to customers, and her body was trim and neat. She was the only employee who wore skirts and since it was getting colder, she had started wearing stockings -- one time I caught the garter to her thigh highs and I nearly drooled.
I watched her fix a display for Christmas bathrobes when she turned and addressed a coworker, catching me in her peripheral vision. I squinted my eyes and pursed my lips; acknowledging the look but not wanting to instigate conversation from any other employee. I began my perusal in the mens section- there was no man in my life, but it had some of the lowest tables and I was always able to watch Julia the best from this area.
She finished up her conversation with the other woman and walked behind the makeup counter. After some exchange with the man working the cash register he walked off towards the center of the mall and I watched her scan the store. She was looking for me! It took her one pass before spotting me.
My thick blonde hair laid heavily around my shoulders, the scarf adding extra heat to ward off the slight nip outside. I had a thin jacket on, but that was to hide my nipples- on top of wearing small panties, I enjoyed not wearing a bra when I went to the mall. My dress was a dark green and went to just below my knees, leaving a few inches of gap until my tall riding boots started. It was very fall chic and I had taken the inspiration from a display I saw Julia working on a few weeks ago.
Even from the distance I could feel her eyes appraise me, trace down my hidden curves then bounce back to my face. I fiddled with a tie on the table and flicked my eyes through my lashes to see her gently lick her lips. Blood rushed to my pussy and my nipples peaked. I took a deep breath and took my scarf off causing the jacket to shift and my hardened nipples were clearly visible through my dress.
I pretended not to notice and folded the scarf neatly, placing it in my bag, aware that the left side of my jacket was actually caught on my breast, making it quite obvious and almost presenting the furled bud of my nipple.
Afterwards I adjusted my jacket and looked at her again; her mouth was slightly parted and she had moved around the counter so she was leaning on rather than behind it. While I was looking, she glanced right and left, and then with her well manicured hands, flicked a box off the counter onto the ground a few inches next to her. With my full attention she bent, perfectly at the waist, to reach the box.
My eyes bounced down to her tall black heels, suede with a four inch heel making her legs seem like they were never ending. As she bent her skirt started to lift up the back of her thighs. Higher, higher, until I saw the glimpse of white creamy flesh boarded by thin lace straps holding the thigh highs up. But she still had almost 8 inches to reach the box so she kept bending. Her skirt rose higher, and I crossed my legs, holding my breath and starting so intently at a small point that would appear any second.
The doorbell chimed loudly. Julia bent the rest of the way in the blink of an eye and was behind the counter before the chime finished echoing. I was still staring at the spot. I thought I saw a scrap of red lace but I couldn't be sure if I just blacked out and imagined it, or if she was as naughty as I was.
I did a lap around the mall and left through another exit. When I got home after the mall, I walked to the dining room chair, slid my panties off and opened my legs as wide as they could, wrapping my legs around the arms I circled my nipples waiting for them to peak; I pushed my dress down so my breasts could stick out through the neckline, my nipples a rosy pink hue against white flesh, I looked down and licked my finger. Closing my eyes I imagined I was in a dressing room and Julia was watching me. With my wet finger I trailed it across the middle of my breast where my tan line was, slowly circling until I was trailing the wet digit over my peaked nipple.
My pussy felt like it was melting. I pulled the skirt of my dress to my waist and looked down, admiring the waxed clean look. With my legs parted widely my labia had separated and I could see the wet trail of pussy juice sticking to the chair. I licked my finger again and then dipped it -- no plunged it- into the pool of wetness that was between my thighs. After frigging my clit for 20 seconds, my head thrown back imagining it was Julias tongue, my orgasm passed through me.
Then I came up with a plan for next time.
The Christmas Season was in full swing now.
It had been two weeks since I had seen Julia, but that was not going to stop me from at least trying to execute my plan.
I wore a tight sweater dress that came above my knee, tall chunky gogo boots, and a brown leather jacket. Underneath, I had nothing. No panties, no bra.
I walked in on a Tuesday, having taken the day off. I was so horny thinking about this day. I woke up already wet and puffy. I did bring a pair of panties in case this goes awry, but when I walked in I could feel the cool air draft across my already moist cunt lips.
The box store was more busy today and the mens section had people in it so I couldn't do my normal "non shopping" perusal, so I turned towards the shoes instead. I could always look at the shoes, peak around the racks and if I didnt see Julia, duck into the nearest changing room- the nightwear and lingerie section changing room- slip my panties on and walk out none the wiser.
I saw a woman who may have been Julia, but I couldn't be sure because this beast of a man was in the way and I couldn't get a good look at their clothes, The hair was the same though so I had a hunch that my beauty was here and my plan could hopefully go as planned. In looking for Julia, I found a pair of tall strappy sandals that I wanted to try on- for all of the non- existent galas that I go to, but who is a woman to say no to shoes. I found one of the luxury plush leather benches, put my purse down and sat with the shoe box in my lap. When I sat my dress rode up and the tops of my thighs brushed the cold leather reminding me once again that I was pantyless.
I inhaled deeply and thought I could smell myself, that made me shiver and when I went to look and open the box I could see in the angled mirror in front of me my nipples were on display. I put the shoe box down and began unzipping my boots when I caught a whiff of lavender and vanilla and then-
"I can help unzip if you'd like?" It was Julia, talking to me finally and her voice was orgasmic.
I looked at her and unconsciously stuck my chest out, presenting my tits to her. Her voice was more commanding than I imagined and I had a thought of her being the one in charge rather than me. My pussy clenched and suddenly I wasn't sure I was going to be going through with my plan or rather, letting her do whatever she wanted to me if she would just keep talking to me.
I swallowed and her eyes tracked my throat bob,
"That would be lovely, thank you." I said.
I held my calves out for her, and looked up in question. Would she sit opposite me in the accompanying leather chair? Or kneel before me and unzip my boot. This area was tucked back into a corner and there had been no people there for several minutes, so we were alone.
