Task 7.4– Mischief at the Mall

I walked out of the store completely overwhelmed, I was so embarrassed that I felt I was glowing red from head to toe and everyone knew exactly what happened. My adrenaline was surging and my heart was beating so hard that I thought I was going to pass out but instead I just kept walking away from the store hoping the distance would lessen the way I felt. Instead, images just kept playing in my mind over and over again, each worse than the last.

With all the emotions and feelings running through my body, I was now also, painstakingly, horny, with each thought making it even worse. The thought that he knew the whole time and was looking up my hoodie at my bare pussy, and not just my slit, it was open, he saw my pink parts, wet and glistening knowing that this wasn’t some dare, this was a slut looking for attention. When he saw the reflection in the mirror, I was wide open for him to gawk at and it was the proof that it was all true, because what innocent girl would blatantly show off obvious and purposely like that to a random stranger.

He was probably in the back room jacking off to the clear image still in his head and I had to shake my head free of those thoughts as I thought of that kind, old man using me instead.

Buzz! Buzz!

Of all things a vibrating phone brought me back to reality and I checked to see who messaged me.

Kim: How’s the slut task going?

I started typing in that it wasn’t a slut task but deleted it, because that was obviously not true and I couldn’t lie to her.

Me: Interesting so far…

Kim: What poor innocent girl did you seduce this time? Lol

Me: I didn’t seduce anyone and I… I wouldn’t know how anyways.

Kim: Got me quick enough ;) xP

Me: Did not and anyways I’m almost done, I’ll tell you about it later

Kim: Oh good, maybe you can do one thing for me while you’re there…

Me: Sure, why the hell not

Kim: Go to Spencers and pick up some ben wa balls

Me: What are those?

Kim: You’ll see…

I wasn’t going to argue, I was in the wrong mind state to argue and even if I did, I knew I was probably going to go along with it anyways, so why waste the energy. To be honest if she had told me to get a food long dildo, nipple clamps and some candy dicks I probably would have done anything she had asked me to do.

The walk over there in public wasn’t helping my state of mind, everything on the walk over to the store which felt like it was on the other side of the mall became sexual and the ideas I was having for this task were bordering on devious and dangerous. Thankfully, I was still lucid enough to know the difference between the playful experimenting I was doing now and something that was going to get me in major trouble or endanger me.

The ideas were turning me on even more though, even to the thought of going somewhere semi private and taking the hoodie off, even for a moment of being completely naked in the mall. Slipping a hand inside my hoodie and touching myself as I walked around, or purposely bending over in front of someone to give them a view. I worried that if I had to tie one of my shoes, I would do it without thinking of what I was exposing or who was watching.

I could feel my nipples sensitively rubbing against the inside of my hoodie and stopped myself from looking down to see if my nipples were hard enough to be seen poking. The thought was both exciting and humiliating as it would become obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra either. I walked past a group of black guys sitting on the benches outside of the Apple Store.

I imagined them all knowing, not just that all I was wearing was the hoodie but the slutty thoughts I was having at that moment. That they knew how aroused I was and wanted relief so badly and the fantasies I’ve had about being taken by large, hard, thick black cocks and they would just grab me and pull me into some back hallway or family bathroom and take turns fucking me.

In the few seconds of fantasy, I had walking passed them, the truth was far more degrading as I got the guts to try to make eye contact with one of them as I passed by. Not a single one of them noticed me or even looked back, even horny, flushed and practically naked, I was still just an invisible wallflower.

I walked past journey and saw a guy in the store looking bored, checking his phone and I could only think of what it would be like to be on my knees behind the counter sucking his cock to make his day better. The feeling of it in my mouth, the idea of a random stranger’s dick in my mouth and making him cum, tasing every last delicious drop as I swallowed it and how turned on it was going to and fucking is making me.

A part of me even wanted to go back to the shoe store to correct the arousal I had caused and worried that I actually would do it. But I finally was at Spencer’s and my legs and feet were killing me at this point because of the new shoes that were definitely not broken in yet.

I walked in to what felt like an oven, a big flan was blowing into the store and fans were at the register, but the heat was brutal.

“Sorry, the AC is broken in here,” was all the girl at the register would say, she honestly looked like she was dying and I felt rather bad for her.

The further in I went, the hotter it got and sadly that’s where they kept all the sexual novelty stuff and sex toys. I honestly didn’t know what I was looking for and every second I was in there was starting to feel more tortuous than having to walk around in public practically naked. My hoodie was becoming more of a heavy burden than a source of comfortable safety.

In a weird twist, my body was now screaming for me to take off the hoodie, while my mind was reminding it that we couldn’t, since we were wearing nothing underneath. At this point I started to sweat, both from the heat and my desperation and fear. I tried rolling up my sleeves, but with how thing my arms were and how thick the hoodie now felt, it didn’t stay up for long, it was now suffocating me with heat. I tried grabbing the bottom hem of the hoodie and pull it back and forth to fan my legs and force air up into it, being careful not to expose myself.

“Hey, need some help?” a voice came from behind causing me to jerk and pull my hands from the hem.

“Um, yeah, just looking for something, and um,” the embarrassment started to hit me, I had never asked for help looking for sex toys before, but now it was my only hope in getting out of here as fast as I could.

The heat in the store and my arousal was really starting to mess with my mind and the embarrassment was starting to turn me on and for a moment my mind went, “go ahead embarrass the shit out of yourself, you’ll like it.”

“I’m looking for ben wa balls, it’s a part of my task for today.”

“Sure, those are over here,” he directed me a little further to the back corner beyond the dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, gags and finally a few small boxers in the bottom corner.

The items that would normally have made me blush, were now turning me on with so many dirty ideas. I wanted nothing more to be cuffed, gagged, fucked with dildos and vibrators on my clit and nipples, like something out of an extreme hentai right there in the back of the store. My pussy dripped with the idea, not even remembering that the guy who helped me was still a couple of feet away.

“So, what’s this task, if you don’t mind me asking,” I would like to say, his words and curiosity brought me back to reality, but instead it sent me deeper into wanting to experience more.

It was like when you meet someone and you haven’t talked to people in forever and now someone was socializing with you and you just wanted to tell them everything and it felt good the more you said and before I knew it, I was telling him that I was writing about the experience I was having at the mall today.

“Aren’t you a little hot in that hoodie?”

“Yeah, burning up, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.”

“What do you mean, you can just take it off,” he looked at me confused, probably thinking I was just journaling when I said writing about my experience or some cheesy, emo, girl thing he didn’t understand.

At that moment, I was about to expose a lot more than just my body, it was easier the other night with Kim, because at least then I had some liquid courage, now I was just drunk on arousal, “I’m not wearing anything underneath it,” I blushed.

“Like a shirt or shorts or you just have underwear under there,” I wasn’t sure if his voice was more shocked or curious, but it made me want to shock him even more.

“Nope, nothing at all, just me under here.”

“Come on, you’re just messing with me, you look too innocent to do some shit like that.”

Those words felt like a challenge and just spurned me on as I walked in front of him and bent over at the waist to pick up the lowest box of ben wa balls on the wall, feeling the hoodie ride up, I even bent down a little further than was needed just to show off a little extra skin. Standing back up straight his eyes were wide in shock and his jaw would have hit the floor if it wasn’t still attached. The feeling was so intoxicating, I was still feeling embarrassed, but at the same time excited, loving the attention and controlling him in a way.

I felt myself being a little out of control, I didn’t even think about what I had just shown or if anyone else in the store could see. I hoped all I showed was my leg and a side view of my ass, a way of showing without actually showing any nudity. Which made sense in my mind but was probably a ridiculous excuse to justify what I did and lessen the intensity of the situation.

What happened next had no excuse, no way to sidestep or explain why I did what I did or how slutty it was. I wasn’t just about to push the envelope, but shred it and burn it in a way I had only felt with Kim the other night.

“That’s hot and all but I couldn’t see anything, for all I knew you had a thong on and a shirt and bra underneath.”

I knew it was just childish egging, he wanted to see how far I would go. I looked at him up and down, not super tall, dark skin, kind of punkish and cute, a guy under any other circumstance I would have been attracted to and too shy to even consider talking to without becoming sheepish, but today was different.

“Oh really,” I looked him right in the eye and grabbed his hand, bringing it to my chest, putting pressure on it to form around my right tit, feeling it’s pressure against my sensitive nipple and fingers grope around the curves.

I brought it lower as I felt his fingers tickle against my ribs, the once hot thickness of my hoodie now feeling like a thin piece of tissue paper between his hand and my body. His hand went to my hip where I thought it was obvious that there weren’t any panty lines, even thing non-existent ones that a thong would have, but the look on his face didn’t seem satisfied. At this point I wasn’t sure if I was still in charge, or he tricked me into doing this and he was in charge all along.

His hand went lower over the top of my covered thigh and like a bolt of electricity, his rough hand met the soft skin of my leg and I almost felt him jump as well at the sudden difference. I never looked away from his eyes, a small bead of sweat formed by his left eye and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the intensity of what he was doing or the heat in the store, but his eyes widened as I guided his hand up under my hoodie.

His hand tried to go between my legs but I kept him on my thigh and up to my bare hip. His eyes left mine and looked down as his wrist caught my hoodie and as I guided it upwards, my body was slowly exposed. My bare slit came into full view within seconds, I wasn’t sure if he was more focused on what he was seeing or what he was feeling and to be honest I wasn’t sure if I was focused on what I was exposing or what he was touching more.

I giggled as his fingers grazed past my ribs and held my breath for a split second as his hand fully cupped my left breast with nothing between his hand and my hard, sensitive nipple. He raised his arm a little on purpose to make the hoodie come all the way up, exposing me completely from the neck down. With both hands grabbing his wrist and pulling it down to cover me again, his fingers groped and touched everything they could until they got to my waist. I couldn’t pull him away as his hand found my bare slit, his middle finger slipping between my lips and turning over to cup it.

“Oh shit,” was all I could say as his finger found its way inside of me, both of my hands still gripping onto his wrist, unsure of whether I was trying to pull him away and out or holding onto it for balance as I felt like I was about to fall over.

For a split second, my mind was clear as I realized a random stranger was sticking his long, thick finger inside of me, in a public store where anyone could catch us and tried to pull him out. But he hooked his finger and there was no way I was going to get him out anytime soon. Then again, I didn’t want it out, I wanted this so badly.

“What’s your name by the way, mine is Trevon.”

My mouth gaped open trying not to moan or make any sounds to draw attention to the back of the store or anyone around that I hadn’t even bothered to notice, “mmm, Maggie.”

“Fuuccckkk,” his finger wiggled and hooked and touched places inside of me and I was so sensitive I felt like I was going to cum any second now.

“Hey Tre! Inventory got here!”

“Tre!”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

His finger came out of me and I looked up half dazed, “sorry got to work, I’ll be back in a bit if you stick around.”

“Um, ok, sure,” that wasn’t going to happen, things and by things, I mean me, were far out of control.

I paid for the ben wa balls and walked back to my car without a second thought. If I had stayed any longer I probably would have done something I would have regretted and needed to just get back home.