What I'm about to relate happened last week. In a sense it was the result of a dare, sort of. Let me explain.
I made a new friend recently who I'll call Jean. Jean and I hit it off right away; we are so much alike, it's scary. Although we differ somewhat in age -- I'm fifty-something, she's thirty-something -- it turns out we both share a wild and naughty aspect to our personalities ... and, we both
love
cock.
As we got to know one another better, I confessed a penchant for exhibitionism. I told Jean how I'd more than once been to a coffee shop -- one of those connected to a big bookstore -- and while there enjoying a nice latte, I told her how I'd intentionally exposed myself to men at nearby tables. I'd wear a mini-skirt and no panties and I told Jean what a thrill it was to see the expressions on men's faces when they noticed my shaved pussy under the table.
My new friend told me that she knew exactly what I was talking about. So, Jean shared a story with me about an exploit she'd had when shopping to illustrate how much she too shared the same little perversion.
Jean told me that not long ago she had been shopping and feeling very frisky. She said she was wearing a short wrap around skirt and found herself in a shoe store wanting to try on a couple of pair of shoes that she saw and liked. She said that it occurred to her as she sat to try the shoes on, that the salesman would surely be able to see between her legs; this thought thrilled her. When he sat in front of her to help her into the first pair of shoes, she could tell by the look on his face that he had had a clear view of her most private parts. Jean told me that he was blushing and trying not to let her know what he'd seen. Though, she said it was clear to her that he wanted to keep looking so bad. Jean told me that she had had so much fun with the shoe store clerk and that she intentionally gave him several opportunities to get a nice long look between her legs as she tried on the shoes. At the check-out when she bought one of the pairs of shoes, she said he was obviously trying to hide an impressive erection that despite his attempt at concealment, clearly bulged from his pants.
Jean finished her story by telling me that she had so much fun, and she'd been so turned on by her encounter with the man that she had to rub herself to an orgasm as soon as she got back to her car.
After she finished her story, I told Jean how titillating her little escapade was and confided to her that it had me so excited that I just knew my panties were getting moist.
"Oh Jean, that must have been so exciting. I'll bet you were all wet by the time you got to your car. And you actually sat in your car and rubbed yourself to a climax?" I said to her.
"Yes, I did. Thankfully, I'd parked pretty far away from the Mall entrance so there wasn't anyone close by. But, I wasn't able to drive for a long time. I had to wait until I'd calmed down; when I cum my whole body turns to mush."
"Oh my gawd, I can't believe you did that. That makes me so hot! I've got to try it myself. Next week ... I'll go shopping ... for shoes. I can't wait!" I said.
"Oh Joan, you are so naughty!" Jean told me; we both laughed.
I could scarcely believe what I was planning to do. Aside from my coffee shop panty-less exposures I'd never done anything so brazen ... so slut-ish ... in my life. Yes, I've fantasized many times about chance encounters and having wild sex with gorgeous young men, but to actually go out and seek ... nay, to provoke an encounter ... in my wildest dreams I never would have thought I'd actually do it.
But Jean's example was all it took to inspire me to take the first step.
So, last Wednesday I drove up to the mall. When I dressed for the trip I selected my shortest and most daring mini-skirt. And, I decided to wear thigh high stockings, even though the weather was still very hot and humid -- I never wear stockings during Gulf Coast summers; but, for the adventure I was planning I thought stockings would be essential. I wore my sexiest black lace bra and a sleeveless fire engine red silk blouse that buttoned up the front so I could show a generous amount of cleavage. Also, I made sure I wore a pair of shoes that buckled; I wanted to make sure that the shoe store clerk who waited on me would take the maximum amount of time kneeling in front of me. Fumbling with the tiny buckles would insure maximum exposure. Oh, did I mention that I wore no panties? OMG, I can be so wicked sometimes!
When I got to the Mall, it was as I suspected it would be; the place was almost deserted early on a week day morning. I scouted out a shoe store that I knew would have "wide widths" in a lot of their styles (and I have rather wide feet). I watched the store for a few minutes from across the way until I was able to determine there were no other customers in the store. Then I casually wandered over and into the store. But to my dismay the person who came over to ask if I needed help was a young woman, so I said "just looking" and left the store after giving the shoes on display a quick "once over."
It was such a let down for me as I had "psyched" myself up to even go into the store. So, I wandered aimlessly around the mall awhile until I came across another shoe store which I recalled sometimes carried shoes in a wide width.
As I walked past the store, I noticed it too was empty, so I turned back and went in. A young man - he looked to be of college age and very cute - came over to help me and my heart started pounding.
"I'd like to see something in 9w." I told him.
I knew better than to ask for a specific shoe in a wide width -- over the years I've come to realize that for some strange reason there are very few wide width shoes produced, so I have to pick from whatever a store carries in "wide" in my size.
"I prefer something with at least 3 inch heels, preferably in black." I said. "But bring me whatever you have in 9w, even if it's not black or with that high a heel."
So he disappeared in the back and returned after a few minutes with about six shoe boxes. While he was gone I sat in a chair and waited and made sure my skirt just barely covered my thigh high stocking tops.
"You're in luck." The sweet young man told me. "I have black
and
high heels in that size, several pairs actually."
The store clerk opened the boxes and showed me the styles he'd picked in my size. I chose a black pump to try on first - of course, I didn't really care
which
shoe I tried on. The young man pulled one of those little shoe store stools over in front of me and he sat on it.
"OK ma'am, if you'd just put your foot up here, we'll see how you like these pumps; its one of our most popular shoes." He said to me.
I put my right foot up on the angled part of the stool as he requested so he could unbuckle my shoe and put the other shoe on my foot. With my right leg raised there was no way that I could hide my naked pussy from him, given that I was wearing my mini-skirt; but of course, that's exactly what I wanted. That's when I knew for sure that he was looking at my bare moist pussy - I saw his eyes go wide and instantly my heart pounded so hard in my chest that I thought it was going to explode. Scott (I noticed his name tag) fumbled with the buckle on my old shoe for what seemed like forever, but he eventually got the shoe off me and slipped the new one on my foot with a shoe horn. During this whole process his eyes constantly glanced in the direction of my swollen pink pussy lips. His hand on the back of my calf as he guided my foot into the pump sent shivers up my spine and resulted in strong tingling sensations 'you-know-where.'
"So Scott, what do you think?" I asked him in my softest sexiest voice.
He started stammering. I think he thought I was asking him about my bare pussy - and of course, I was - but for the sake of decorum I had to say something else.