Subject:     Shopping in a Short Skirt
Story Codes: F-solo exhib voy
Diary Date:  July 12, 2003
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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One of the best things about being a teenage girl is that it seems almost 
everyone wants to look at you.  So far as I am concerned, the more the 
better.  If you're willing - and daring, the opportunities to tease and 
play are endless.  One of the best places is also one of the easiest to 
get to.  This is for those of you who have ever wondered what it’s like 
to be one of those naughty, cock-teasing teenagers who love to drive you 
crazy at the mall.

Table of Contents
=================
   Chapter 1 – Planning For Summer  
   Chapter 2 – Waking Up Horny  
   Chapter 3 – Getting Myself Ready  
   Chapter 4 – Detour to Kristi’s  
   Chapter 5 – The Food Court  
   Chapter 6 – Shoe Shopping  
   Chapter 7 – The Dressing Room  
   Chapter 8 – Back Home Again


Chapter 1 – Planning For Summer
===============================

I was eighteen and a newly minted high school graduate looking forward to 
college.  Thus this was my last summer before becoming a college student 
and it was my intent to enjoy it as much as possible.

Fortunately, my parents were paying for my schooling and expenses so it 
wasn't like I had to find a summer job like many of my friends.  I DID 
baby-sit now and then but it was more because I enjoyed it than anything 
else.  Being financially independent allowed me to pick and choose who I 
wanted to sit for which was fortunate as there were some people whose 
kids were absolute brats.  Although they may not have known it, there was 
neighborhood “black list” that was maintained unofficially between the 
local girls.

It should go without saying that I preferred to sit for people with well-
behaved kids but it also helped when the parents themselves were more 
“interesting”.  It’s funny how so many people think that they can leave 
things around and somehow think the babysitter won’t find them, or at 
least will ignore them.

I’m talking about stuff like home videos they made of themselves that are 
left in the VCR, incriminating photos “hidden” in the backs of bedroom 
drawers, risqué lingerie, and much more.  Once the kids are in bed it’s 
fun to rummage around and see what I can find.  For me it’s sort of like 
an Easter egg hunt for naughty babysitters!

Besides being nosy when I baby-sit, another of my favorite “hobbies” is 
teasing.  Actually I’m not nearly the tease that some of the girls my age 
are.  You know the ones I’m talking about - the girls who loved to get a 
boy all hot and bothered and then leave him stranded with a hard cock 
ready to burst any moment.

No, while I did enjoy teasing to start with, usually I would “put out” as 
the boys like to say so I never earned the reputation of being a 
cockteaser.  Still, there ARE times when teasing alone can be almost just 
as fun.  Of course teasing doesn’t provide the physically satisfaction 
but sex is 80% mental for me anyway so it works out for the most part.

Sometimes when I’m horny and masturbating at home just doesn’t quite 
quench my needs, I‘ll head over to the mall.  Usually I’ll invite a 
friend or two to join me as it’s more fun to share the experience.  
Still, there are those times when I like to go out alone, especially when 
I’m REALLY horny and my hopes are that I’ll get an opportunity to do more 
than just tease.  It shouldn't come as a surprise that a determined girl 
can get pretty much anything she wants at the mall and I don't mean 
what’s on the racks!

As I said, most of the time I prefer to hang out at the mall with a 
friend or group of friends.  There is just something about a pack of 
girls that just seems to draw the attention of boys yet at the same time 
it intimidates them such that all they do is watch and nurse their poor 
erections.  

There’s another good reason to travel in packs.  Being alone at the mall 
is like having been cut from the herd, leaving you at the mercy of the 
predators.  Fortunately, I’ve got several friends who share the same 
enthusiasm for my “hobby” as me, including my best friend Beth, so it’s 
not like I have to be alone too often unless I want it that way.

While Beth and I often have fun together, my favorite “partner in crime” 
is my cousin Kristi.  Just a little more than two years younger than me, 
she looks even younger making her by far more the boy magnet than I am.  
In addition, she’s always trying to go at least one step farther than me 
- no matter what I do.  Part of that is simply her competitive nature but 
it can also be attributed to my future ambitions.

My goal is to be a teacher in my old school district after I graduate and 
so while I didn’t mind the boys my age thinking I’m slut, I try to not be 
TOO bad since I know such a reputation in the community at-large won't 
help when it comes time to interview someday in the future.

Kristi, on the other hand, has no solid plans for the future and thus 
lives only for the day.  Based on her actions, she certainly has no 
problem with being well-known by all as the class slut; in fact, she 
seems to be quite proud of her stellar reputation. It doesn’t hurt that 
her mom, my Aunt Linda, is the neighborhood MILF, especially since she’s 
been known to have a taste for a few of her daughter’s boyfriends!


Chapter 2 – Waking Up Horny
===========================

For one reason or another I woke up particularly horny this day, even 
more than usual.  I must’ve been having quite the dream judging from how 
wet as my pussy was when my eyes opened - too bad I couldn’t remember any 
of it!  All I knew was my poor pussy was literally aching with need and 
there’s only one cure for that condition (assuming no boyfriends were 
around) – masturbation.  Actually, I usually masturbate anyway to kick 
off my day but this morning there was no choice, I HAD to do it!

My right hand reached between my bare legs before my eyes had even 
focused.  All I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have 
a nice hard cock sliding in between my smooth thighs.  As I lay on my 
side I stretched my legs out and then curled them back under me but 
nothing seemed to help the itch between them.

My middle finger slowly worked its way inside of me, easily sliding in 
between the folds of my wet pussy lips while my left hand squeezed my 
boobs and pinched my hardening nipples.  Oh yeah, this was MUCH better!

With my eyes STILL tightly closed I imagined Chuck, my current boyfriend, 
slipping into bed behind me.  In my mind I imagined his hard naked body 
pressing up against me.  I could all but feel the firmness of his erect 
cock pressing against the small of my back as he rubbed it up against me, 
letting me know what he wanted (as if I didn't know already!)

Two of my fingers worked their way into my pussy as I lifted my leg and 
imagined Chuck’s erect cock moving down my back.  I loved the feel of it 
as it passed between my ass cheeks and then started to poke me as it 
hunted for my pussy opening like a heat-seeking missile.

I smiled to myself as I thought about how no matter how many times he 
fucked me, poor Chuck never seemed to be able to hit the bull’s-eye the 
first time.  Usually he was too high and had to work his way down.  More 
than once he inadvertently tried fucking my asshole but I quickly set him 
straight on that one!

Typically I would end up just reaching down and grabbing his dick so I 
could hold him in the right position (not to mention outside the correct 
hole) while he made yet another attempt.  My reward was well worth the 
effort when his cock would finally penetrated my tight pussy.  

There’s nothing like the feel of a man’s dick as it pushes its way into 
your pussy for the first time.  It’s like you’re surrendering to him, 
accepting  him into you as you feel yourself stretching impossibly apart.  
For just a moment it seems like he can never fit yet then he pops in and 
starts to rub up against the sensitive outer regions of my pussy, 
instantly driving me crazy with lust and desire.

I fantasized how I would squeeze down on him, forcing him to push even 
harder to drive his teenage dick deeper into me.  I rubbed my clit in 
little circles as I dreamed of Chuck’s warm hard cock now deep inside of 
me, struggling to get in yet even further as he pressed his hairy crotch 
up against me.  I shuddered briefly as I recalled how I would sometime be 
tickled by the coarse thick pubic hair that surrounded the base of his 
dick.

As I continued to masturbate, I longed for Chuck’s strong arms to be 
around me.  He always made me feel so secure when he would hold me 
tightly against him, my boobs smashed in against his chest as he kissed 
my neck and shoulders. 

My hand on my boob reminded me how Chuck LOVED to play with my boobs (or 
tits as he liked to call them – a nasty term for them that I’ve always 
disliked).  Yep, Chuck was a boob guy for sure.  It seemed he was always 
trying to touch mine as if they were toys or something provided solely 
for his amusement.

Everywhere we went Chuck would try to grope me, even in school and 
church!  If he couldn't touch them then he would press up against me 
until my boobs were pressed tight against him.  If all else failed, there 
was the old “peek down my dress” game where he tried to catch a peek of 
my chest.  Not that I minded!  Normally I would help him out by wearing 
clothing that could be easily unbuttoned or loose enough to give him a 
nice view.  After all, what’s a girlfriend for if not to please her 
boyfriend?

As I stroked my fingers in and out my wet pussy I used my thumb to rub 
over my hardened clit.  As horny as I was this morning it didn't take 
long before I felt my first orgasm of the day threatening to make an 
appearance.

I moaned loudly as the equivalent of a sharp electric shock ran through 
me, radiating from my pussy and reaching out to the tips of my toes and 
to the last strand of hair on my head.  My back arched as my whole body 
tensed while my hand which was still working my pussy, keeping me on that 
knife edge where I tried to maintain myself, that edge between losing my 
orgasm and driving myself crazy.

Finally it died down enough for me to relax and I just lay in bed with 
beads of sweat cascading from me as I panted and tried to catch my 
breath.   Wow! I can’t think of a better way to start out your day – 
well, if you have to be alone that is.

It felt so good to just lay there with my hand gently cupped over my 
pussy, just enough to apply a little pressure but not too much which 
might set me off again.   Remnants of my orgasm seemed to be floating 
through me, tickling me here and there like a feather being drawn slowly 
over my body.

The warmth of my pussy felt good against my hand as I lightly traced the 
fingertips of my other hand over my stomach and breasts.  Sometimes I 
would shiver uncontrollably as I touched just that right spot and my legs 
closed tightly over my hand, holding me in place as I held myself.


Chapter 3 – Getting Myself Ready
================================

Eventually I knew I had to get going although thoughts of another round 
of masturbation briefly flashed through my head.  Sometimes I could go 
most of the morning this way, driving myself hard to an orgasm and then 
enjoying the aftermath for a while before going for it again. 

Today, even though I was still horny, I decided to get up and see what 
the day could offer so I rose from my bed and took a peek outside.  The 
summer sun was out and it looked like a great July day was just 
beginning.  Of all the seasons I love summer the best, not the least 
because usually it meant I didn't have to wear very much outside.

As I went to the bathroom to take a shower and clean myself up, I thought 
about what I wanted to do today.  Since I was still horny as hell a 
couple of options quickly came to mind.  Of course, Chuck was my first 
choice.  I suppose I don’t need to say that he was always willing to fuck 
me whenever I asked for it.  I mean, what teenage boy would turn down a 
request from his girlfriend to come over and fuck her?  Unfortunately, 
Chuck was away for the week for some sports camp thing so that killed 
that idea.

I briefly considered dropping in on my dad at his downtown office.  That 
was a little more risky, especially if my goal was to have sex with him.  
Of course it was the element of risk that made it even better for both of 
us.  To have my dad fucking me while he was on a conference call was 
SOOOOO hot.  Thanks goodness he didn’t do video conference thing very 
often!

It was all a moot point though as once again fate intervened.  Last night 
at supper he’d mentioned something about important clients coming in 
today from overseas.  Even though I knew he would do anything he could to 
make me happy, I didn’t like to interrupt his work if I could avoid it. 

Well, that left another option – head to the mall and tease some boys.  
Such a trip usually meant no sex, but it was the next best thing and as I 
mentioned earlier, was typically a lot of fun.

After I got out of the bathroom I jumped back on my bed feeling the cool 
soft sheets against my warm naked body and called my cousin Kristi to see 
if she was available.  As luck would finally have it, it turned out she 
was feeling much the same way I was and it made me hot as she described 
how she had masturbated this morning as well.  

Like me, Kristi’s thoughts had revolved about some new boy that she’d 
recently met and it made me start to feel warm between my legs again as I 
listened to her describe her latest fantasy.  When she was finished, I 
mentioned my idea and we both agreed that a mall trip was just the thing 
for us today.  We agreed for me to pick her up sometime after noon and 
spend most of the afternoon seeing what trouble we could cause.

Most guys probably have no idea how much work actually goes into 
preparing for a day like this at the mall.  It’s not like you just throw 
on some clothes and drive over – which I would say is the scenario for 
most guys judging by how they look once they’re there.

There are all sorts of factors to take into consideration such as what 
age group is being targeting?  Options included teenage boys, young men, 
or in some cases even older guys and especially husbands.  It wasn’t any 
different than getting ready to go fishing - you had to choose your bait 
depending on what you wanted to catch.  

The teen boys are the easiest.  They aren’t looking for anything subtle 
and would have undoubtedly been satisfied if we simply strolled in nude.  
It’s sort of like when I have sex with them – they want everything fast 
and quick with no foreplay other than what they thought they were 
obligated to provide.

It seems that the older guys get, the less blatant they want me to dress.   
Unlike the young guys, older men, especially the married ones, seem to 
prefer fantasizing more about what they could do with me rather than 
seeing it all outright.  It’s sort of like where I’ve read that strippers 
claim that it’s what they DON’T show that makes them erotic rather than 
what they reveal up front.  In the state of mind I was in today, being 
subtle was not my list of options which led me to think of the day as a 
good day to simply “troll” for teenage boys.

Since it was midweek, and the older guys would be working anyway, there 
were always packs of teenage boys roaming the malls.  Although it was 
like fishing a stocked pond for me, I’m sure having them around was a bit 
if a concern for the mall security guards!  There seems to be a bit of a 
double standard in that regard because if a group of girls goes to a mall 
it’s OK but when boys congregate the guards get nervous.  Maybe it’s 
because packs of girls are considered “safe” whereas a group of boys is 
considered a “gang” - something to be feared and watched.

Back to my getting dressed...

Over time I’ve developed what I guess you could call a standard “uniform” 
for each of my “targets”.  For today I would be fishing for younger 
teenage boys so I knew it was all about the visuals.

Looking through my closet, I carefully selected a short-short denim skirt 
with a skin-tight pink cami top.  The skirt hugged my hips tightly and 
then loosened up for just a few inches.  Thus even while the hem might 
bounce around a little, hinting at the possibility of showing something 
if I moved just a little too fast, the tight band around my hips kept 
anything private from going on display unless I specifically wanted it 
to.

The cami was light pink with thin spaghetti straps.  It was at least one 
size too small for me if not two which allowed a few inches of my tanned 
midriff to be exposed above my skirt.   It was skin tight everywhere else 
and without a bra underneath (I wouldn’t have been caught dead with one 
on while wearing this outfit!) it hugged my boobs like it was painted on 
and clearly outlined my nipples – even when they were NOT aroused. 

One thing about a cami like this.  It tended to be more accurate than any 
bathroom scale could ever dream of being.  What I mean is that if I gain 
even an ounce it tells me and anything close to a pound was cause for 
alarm as it simply wouldn’t stretch enough to pull over.

Since I was going to a public mall, a LITTLE discretion was required so I 
chose a pair of standard white cotton panties my mom had picked up on 
sale from Macy’s.  I think guys love cheerleader and schoolgirl outfits 
because they are things a “girl next door” would wear rather than those 
super sexy outfits the unattainable girls in the magazines wore.  Seeing 
my cotton panties probably made them think that they just might, barely, 
have a shot at nailing me.

My shoes were chosen with the careful attention as the rest of my outfit.  
Sexy heels were for the older guys where the rule was the higher the 
better.  Open-toed was a must and the less material the better, even if 
that meant they were uncomfortable.

For my young guys today, it was pink sneakers with white anklets – the 
same thing their sister’s friends wore, the girls they went to bed at 
night masturbating about.

Hopefully now you see that being a tease at the mall is not as simple as 
you might have thought.  It takes a lot of planning and experience is 
needed to pull it off successfully.  I claim success when everyone 
involved - me included, masturbates as soon as they get home, or 
hopefully even sooner! 


Chapter 4 – Detour to Kristi’s
==============================

I was dressed up with my hair in a ponytail (of course) and with one last 
glance in the mirror it was off to Kristi’s house.  On my way downstairs 
I asked my mom for the car (a minor detail I’d overlooked in my initial 
planning).  She looked me over from head to toe and just shook her head 
as if she was ready to give up on me.

“God grief Kelly,” she sighed, “Don't tell me you're heading to the mall 
again to tease those poor boys.” 

From my naughty grin she knew she’d hit it on the head and she sighed 
again, “Why don’t you just go out and find a nice boy to fuck if you’re 
so horny? Frankly, I don't see what you get out of just teasing the poor 
kids anyway.”

“Oh mom!” I pouted, “You’re the one who told me how you used to the same 
thing when you were my age so what’s wrong with me doing it? Besides, I 
like it when they look at me that way.” 

I grinned at her and gave her a searching look saying, “Besides, I think 
you’re proud of me when I dress like this, aren’t you?”

“Now Kelly, don’t exaggerate.  You know full well that I NEVER did half 
the things you do when I was your age,” my mom replied with wag of her 
finger at me.  “Alright, you can have the car but be careful.” 

She paused and then a smile broke out on her face, “And yes... I AM proud 
of my sexy daughter.”

Grabbing the keys, I jumped up and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then 
I was off! Driving over to Kristi’s house I couldn't help but reach under 
my skirt and press my fingers against my clit through my cotton panties.  
It might be a bad habit, but I love playing with myself when I drive 
around town.  It’s so cool to pull up next to a guy in his car and smile 
while I toy with myself and he had no idea what I’m doing.  

Being it was only a few minutes to my cousin’s house, there wasn't enough 
time to really get going but it was enough to get me started.  When I 
pulled up to the curb I stopped the engine and for a few minutes I kept 
rubbing myself.  Finally, I shook my head and stopped touching myself or 
else I might have just stayed in the car until I came again.  Besides, it 
was too hot out without the air conditioning going.

I got out, straightened up my skirt just a little bit, and slowly walked 
up the steps to her house.  Her neighbor was outside, a boy who looked to 
be about eighth grade or so.  The kid was obviously starting to 
appreciate girls as he stopped goofing around with his baseball and just 
stood there, unabashedly stared at me.  I just turned away and shook my 
head – he was a little on the young side, even for teasing!

Kristi must have been watching out for me because she opened the front 
door as I went up the last steps.  As she let me in she also noticed her 
little neighbor who was still staring our way, making no attempt to even 
pretend he wasn’t staring.  God, did he have no shame?

“Ahhhhh, I see you’ve met Bad Billy, our neighborhood’s youngest 
pervert,” she said, laughing with me.  “I swear he’s tried looking into 
our windows at night.  As you can see, the kid has absolutely no shame – 
he just stares all the time – even at my mom!”

We both laughed more at that but it didn't surprise me.  I think I 
mentioned before that my Aunt Linda was what the boys at school called a 
MILF – Mother I’d Like to Fuck.  She had to get a divorce way back when 
Kristi was young and kept herself in great shape making her single – and 
HOT.

From what my mom and Kristi had told me, I knew my aunt maintained quite 
an active sex life.  She stuck mostly with men her age although Kristi 
has hinted more than a few times that her boyfriends may have gotten more 
than they’d counted on when she brought them home!

Somehow I doubted that Aunt Linda would have been interested in a kid as 
young as Bad Billy but it didn't take a genius to understand why Billy 
had more than a passing interested in her!

My thoughts were interrupted when Kristi told me that she was ready to 
go.  Looking her over, I noticed that she was dressed quite similar to 
me.  Her skirt had a slightly different pattern and she preferred a white 
cami but otherwise you would have thought we were twin sisters, at least 
in terms of how we dressed.

Although I couldn't see them, from past experience I suspected she had on 
her favorite skimpy white thong in lieu of the cotton panties I’d chosen 
to wear.  You could never be sure though as Kristi wasn’t above not 
wearing anything at all under a skirt, no matter where she was going.

We were both the only kids in our families so Kristi was probably the 
next best thing I had to having my own sister.  There have been times 
when I have wondered what it would have been like to have had a real 
sister or even better yet – am older brother! Mmmmmmm, that had all sorts 
of possibilities! 

We were about to head out when my Aunt Linda came downstairs to say 
hello.

“Well my oh my, look at the two of you,” she said shaking her head in 
mock despair, “I have to say, the you girls make the perfect pair of 
slutty mall cock-teasers if I dare say so.”

Kristi just laughed and tossed her hair back seductively. “Oh Mommmmmm, 
sure you don’t want to join us?” she said with a naughty grin.

Aunt Linda just rolled her eyes at that one.  “I hate to admit it, but 
those days are over for me.  You girls can get away with it looking like 
you do but people would think I was just a hooker or a some poor woman 
trying to relive her childhood.”

This time it was Kristi and me rolling our eyes.  My Aunt Linda looked 
ten years younger than she was and still turned heads everywhere she 
went.  I could only imagine the looks we would have gotten if she was 
with us – a cougar mom with what looked to be her two slutty daughters 
trolling the mall for some male companionship.  

Mmmmmmm, the possibilities were endless and a bit kinky as well!  I knew 
she and Kristi often DID go out together but she had never done it with 
both of us.  My mom wasn’t into that sort of thing, at least not at her 
age so I had to envy Kristi a little on this one.

Kristi grabbed by the arm and pulled me to the door.  She was about to 
open it when she looked through the glass storm door and turned her head 
back to me.

“I see Bad Billy’s still out there.  What do you say - wanna put on a 
little show for the nasty perv?” she asked me in a conspiratorial 
whisper, as if he could somehow hear her in the house.

Honestly the idea really didn't appeal to me all that much.  First he was 
way too young for me.  Even so, maybe another time or place but today I 
was anxious to get to the mall where all the cute guys were and now she 
wanted to waste valuable time on some kid who probably masturbated every 
day dreaming of fucking Kristi (and maybe even her mom!)

Well, I could tell from the twinkle in her eye she wanted to do it for 
whatever reason so I relented even though I had no idea what crazy idea 
she was hatching.  As usual when it came to Kristi, I didn't have to wait 
long to find out.

Kristi reached under her skirt and pulled down her thong, quickly 
slipping it off her feet and stuffing it into her purse.  She looked at 
me and huffed overdramatically, “Well, you gonna take yours off or do I 
have to do it for you?”

As much as the idea of having Kristi reach under my skirt appealed to me, 
I shrugged and dropped my panties as well, balling them up in a tight wad 
and stuffing them into my little purse. Kristi watched me with an amused 
look.

“What’s with the granny panties cuz?” she smirked, “I didn’t even know 
you OWNED a pair like those.”

I just ignored her as no matter what I said it wouldn’t help.  It was 
embarrassing enough that she saw them.

My mind was beginning to form an idea now of what her plans were, and all 
I could think of was how she was going to get away with it without 
putting on a show for the entire neighborhood – or maybe that WAS her 
plan! 

In any case Kristi took my hand again and we stepped outside.  My aunt 
was close behind us, watching through the glass storm door to see what we 
were up to.  No doubt she was wishing she could join us as she was as 
much as showoff as her daughter.  Not that it hurt her real estate sales!

As we stepped out I noticed Billy was still watching and just like Kristi 
had foretold, he just sat there on his front step and stared at us as if 
he didn't care that we saw him or not.  Is this how sex perverts get 
started out in life?  I wondered if we would be seeing him someday on 
Date-Line or another TV show on sexual predators.

Kristi led the way to a spot about halfway down the concrete walk and 
then stopped, turning her back to Billy and twisting my arm to make me 
stand next to her. 

“OK girl, now let’s give the little perv something to jerk off about!” 
she whispered to me excitedly.  “I’ll bet ya lunch I can be nastier than 
you.”

This was classic Kristi, always competitive, always trying to be one-up 
on her older cousin, especially when it came to sex.  I gave her a look 
that clearly announced that there was no way she was going to win this 
one and she just grinned at the challenge.

We both bent over and Kristi looked over her shoulder and waved to Billy 
as our bare asses were exposed to his view.  As much as he’d probably 
been dreaming of such a sight, I doubted he ever honestly expected it to 
happen as his eyes widened and his mouth hung open like a fish out of 
water.  I could lonely imagine the dirty thoughts going through his mind 
at the sight of our two tanned teenage asses.  

I spread my legs wider and leaned over further until I could see him 
upside down through my legs.  Kristi followed up by putting her hands on 
her ass and spreading her cheeks apart, giving him a nice view of her 
asshole and pussy.  Not to be outdone, I reached between my legs and 
pushed a finger into my pussy.  

God, I couldn't believe I was doing this in the middle of the 
neighborhood but the wetness in my pussy betrayed the thrill it was 
giving me.  I pushed my finger deeper into me and looked over at Kristi 
who winked at me and then promptly put her own finger in her pussy.  The 
two of us were bent over fingering ourselves and I wondered how far this 
was going to go when Kristi took her fingers out and then stood up and 
proceeded to suck the pussy juice off of them like a wet popsicle.

Just then the front door opened and my aunt called out to us, “OK girls, 
that's about enough.  Now get going before someone sees you and calls the 
police!” 

We both laughed and with a wave to Billy we hurried to my car.  We jumped 
in and Kristi laughed at me, “HA! I won!” she crowed triumphantly.

“No fair,” I protested, “Your mom stopped up before I could do anything. 
It was a tie.”

Once again my cousin had outdone me.


Chapter 5 – The Food Court
==========================

We both had a good laugh as we talked about out little antics in the 
front yard.  It wasn't long until I pulled into the mall parking lot.  
Before we got out we slipped our underwear back on.  Kristi started to 
make another wise-ass comment about my oversized panties but I shushed 
her and glared.

On our way to the food court entrance we passed an older couple leaving 
the mall.  I grinned at the poor husband whose eyes were clearly 
wandering.  His frumpy wife poked him in the side with her elbow and gave 
us both a nasty look that clearly indicated what she thought of us.  It 
really didn't matter what she thought about me as it was her husband’s 
reaction that mattered to me more. At the entrance was the usual security 
guard, a pot-bellied middle-aged guy wearing a dark blue rent-a-cop 
uniform whose sole mission seemed to be to harass the kids trying it have 
fun at the mall.  It should have been obvious that neither Kristi and I 
were hiding anything – I couldn't have fit a straw inside my dress let 
alone a knife or gun! 

Nevertheless the idiot stopped us and declared that he had to check out 
our purses.  Well, his hands may have been inspecting our purses but his 
eyes were definitely inspecting something else.  He was evidently a 
breast-man from the way his gaze kept shifting from Kristi’s boobs to 
mine and then back to hers again.

This was one time I held a distinct advantage over Kristi.  My boobs may 
not have been as large as I wished they were, but they were at least a 
cup size bigger than Kristi’s.  At the same time, that was part of her 
“little girl” appeal in that most people would never had believed she was 
sixteen based on her boobs – or lack of them.

Finally, Barney Fife established that our purses were empty except for 
our ATM cards and makeup so he handed them back to us while trying to 
maintain a stern demeanor.  We twirled around and looked at each other as 
we walked through the doors, trying not to burst out laughing at the 
fumbling guard behind us.

The food court was set up with the usual variety of food kiosks on both 
sides and the tables in the center as you walked towards the main 
shopping area of the mall.  Instinctively I took note of the people 
looking at us as we walked around the table area.  The reactions were all 
about the same – the boys stared at us liked idiots, the older guys 
stared as well but at least tried not to be so obvious about in their 
interest in two younger girls, the girls ignored us and (best of all so 
far as I was concerned) the mothers and wives gave us looks that could 
kill.

Having skipped breakfast and lunch, I was starving so we stopped and got 
in line for some Chinese food – my downfall when it comes to keeping to a 
healthy diet.

The Chinese kiosk was being run that day by several high-school boys who 
appeared to know us, probably from school.  That wasn’t such a big 
surprise as I’d just graduated and Kristi was about to be a Junior so 
between the two of us we probably were known by most every guy in school. 
Of course, we never wore outfits like this to school although I’m sure we 
would have if the dress code would have allowed.

As we paid for our meals a cute guy behind the register kept looking at 
Kristi and smiling.  I noticed she was putting on her patented flirty 
look back at him and as we walked away I asked her what the story was.   
She just grinned at me with that smile and without a word spoken I knew 
exactly what she meant.

“You’re kidding,” I said, glancing back at him to catch another look, 
“When did he do you?”

Kristi flipped her hair back and smiled at another group of guys sitting 
at one of the tables before she answered me.  

“Ohhhhhh, it was almost a year ago but ever since he’s been trying to get 
back in my panties! I mean, he’s cute and all but damn, what a lousy 
fuck.  God, I think he came ten seconds after I started sucking him!  The 
only good things was that at least he stayed hard enough afterwards to 
fuck me but you know how it is with guys like him, all he wanted to do 
was get himself off.  I had to do myself afterwards to get myself off.”

I just nodded as I knew that for Kristi, in the end that was what 
mattered most.  She wasn't hung up on looks, money or personality.  A guy 
could be deficit in any of those areas but the one thing she couldn't 
tolerate was bad or incompetent sex.  Some people might say she was a bit 
shallow but at her age (she had just turned sixteen two months ago) she 
wasn’t looking for a husband or anything so as far as I was concerned she 
had her priorities straight.

We finally found an empty table where we both sat down across from one 
another.  As I crossed my legs I could feel my skirt riding up my thighs 
but I didn’t make any effort to pull it down.  From the way that the 
plastic seat felt cold against my ass, I knew without looking that the 
skirt must be showing at least half my bottom.  Kristi was seated across 
from me and she leaned over and whispered to me.

“Don’t look Kelly but you should see the way those two old ladies over 
there are staring at us.”

I raised my eyebrows and despite her warning, glanced to each side 
looking for whomever she was talking about.   Sure enough, over to the 
right side of us were two older women who looked to be in their fifties 
or sixties.  I knew that they had to be talking about us from the way 
their eyes looked away as soon as mine locked onto them.  Then they would 
whisper something and try looking back again. From the frowns on their 
faces I was pretty sure they weren’t paying us any compliments – at least 
not what they would consider compliments.

What made me happier though (and hornier) were the boys that Kristi had 
smiled at on the way to our table.  They looked to be about sixteen or so 
– Kristi’s age, and had just thrown away their garbage and were now 
walking over to us.  There were five of them but the one in front was 
clearly the alpha leader.  He was taller than the others and looked a 
little bit older but it was his swagger and attitude that identified his 
spot in their pecking order.  I couldn't help but notice his tight ass 
through the jeans as well as the lean cut of his body.  Mmmmmmm, the boy 
was surely in shape!  I figured he was probably a football player or 
wrestler in school.

“Hey Kristi, looking hot today,” he said as they reached out table.  Then 
he looked at me and smiled, “I see you brought your cousin with today.”

I looked at him but our eyes never met because his were fixed squarely on 
my boobs.  I’m not sure why boobs fascinate men so much but I’m sure glad 
for whatever it is that makes them love them so.  It’s like Mother nature 
gave girls the ultimate prize when it came to controlling men.

I could feel my nipples against the fabric of my cami and I knew without 
looking they must be sticking through it nicely for him to see.  My 
camisole hugged me tight and I loved the way it rubbed against my nipples 
whenever I moved, encouraging them to harden even more.

“So... see something you like Michael?” Kristi teased him in a flirty 
voice

Michael was certainly bold for a boy his age.  He never took his eyes off 
my boobs for a second when he answered her saying, “Oh yea, I DEFINITELY 
see something I like – a couple of things in fact!” 

Well, with a hunky body like his I guess he could afford to be a bit 
brash.  I imagined every girl in school wanted to get between him and his 
Calvins!  It made me wonder if Kristi had already.  It certainly wouldn’t 
have surprised me if she had. Actually, it would have surprised me more 
if she hadn’t!

The other guys stood a bit further back, a little more shy I guess or 
perhaps it was just the classic case of an alpha male taking control. 
Hmmm, I would have loved for Michael to take control of me right now!  
Michael licked his lips a bit and then turned back to Kristi.  I smiled  
to myself as I noticed that his eyes never went higher than her chest.  
Hmmm, yep - definitely a boob man!

“So Kristi,” he went on softly, “Is your cousin as ‘talented’ as you 
are?”

Kristi looked over at me and winked.  Well, that helped explain things.   
Obviously she had at least sucked off Michael in the past and judging 
from the way she as looking at his crotch I had the distinct feeling that 
she was hoping for another chance at his cock right about then.  

I figured the odds were he’d fucked her as I couldn't conceive how my 
slutty cousin would have passed up chance to be fucked by a guy like him.  
Besides, while I might have a rep for blow jobs on the first date, I 
didn’t usually put out until the second or third date whereas Kristi 
typically didn't bother playing the game and just did it the first time.

Kristi squirmed a bit in her seat, which I knew was a clear sign that she 
was horny as hell.  It would have been an easy bet that had she been 
alone without me in the way that she and Michael would be heading out to 
his car about now – or anywhere for that matter where they could get down 
to business.   Not that I had ever stopped her from doing it even now, it 
was just we had other objectives for the day and tempting as he was, he’d 
be available another time.  Still, Kristi couldn't help but tease him a 
bit more though.

“Hmmmmmm, well I think she’s quite talented,” she said in a husky voice, 
winking again at me.

Michael grinned, catching on quickly to what she was inferring. “Oh? 
Kissing cousins, eh?” he said with a smirk.

Kristi and I both giggled.  We didn't have to say anything as from the 
look of the growing bulge in his pants Michael’s imagination was running 
in high gear and anything we said would probably not been as hot as what 
he was imagining!

It was no different than us sitting there in our outfits.  Although I’m 
sure he would’ve loved to have seen us both nude, we were exposing just 
enough to let his teenage hormone-driven mind imagine far more than we 
could’ve ever shown him.  

Michael’s stiffening cock was clearly outlined in his crotch now – the 
poor boy’s balls must have been near busting!  For a moment I 
contemplated what fun we could have with him but again I held back.  It 
was enough fun for now to just tease him like this in the middle of the 
food court.

During the exchange we’d both eaten what we wanted of our meals and so I 
looked at her and she understood what I was thinking.  We both got up and 
grabbed our trays.  Kristi patted Michael on the ass lightly and gave him 
one of her classic slutty looks.

“Sorry boys, maybe another day?” she teased in a bit of a southern drawl 
which was funny, at least to me, as she’d never been more than a hundred 
miles south of Pittsburgh.

“Anytime Kristi,” Michael replied, “And your cousin’s free to join in.  
I’m sure you’ll vouch for me after our last time.”

Kristi giggled like a little grade-school girl and looked at me with a 
big grin.  Yep, I was sure now that she’d fucked him before.  We turned 
away from them and walked over to the garbage can with our trays, 
wiggling our butts naughtily for the benefit of the eyes we knew were 
staring at them.

From the garbage can we turned down the hallway and entered the mall 
proper where I gave Kristi a questioning look and asked, “Spill it girl, 
so how many times has he fucked you?”

Kristi laughed replying, “Oh just a few... Don’t look at me like that - I 
saw you staring at his erection through his jeans.  God... he has this 
HUGE cock and man, can he stay hard all night!  Mmmmmmm, I LOVED it!”

We both laughed and went on our way.  As we strolled through the mall we 
pretended not to notice the stares and looks from almost every guy we 
passed by.  It didn't matter how old they were – teenagers through 
grandfathers, they couldn't keep their eyes off two teenage girls in 
short skirts – especially ones as short as ours were.

My pussy was feeling a bit tingly from all the attention so I hope it 
doesn't sound too egoistical to say that it was a huge turn-on knowing 
that so many guys looked at me and wished that they could get under my 
skirt.

It may sound a bit trite but I love knowing that that most of them would 
have been willing to give up most anything for a chance to fuck either of 
us.  Of course, they knew as well as I did that virtually none of them 
had a chance in hell of ever nailing a girl like me or Kristi but I’m 
sure they fantasized plenty about it.

I whispered in Kristi’s ear, asking her how many masturbation sessions 
she thought we were inspiring!  Kristi just laughed and I knew the idea 
turned her on just as much as it did me.


Chapter 6 – Shoe Shopping
=========================

We passed by a new shoe store that had recently opened when I noticed 
Kristi giving it an extra glance so I asked her if she wanted to go in 
and look around.  She nodded and so we went inside.  

It was actually a new family shoe store with only a limited supply of 
high heels so we probably would have left quickly had it not been for the 
sole clerk in the store.  He looked to be the same age as Michael but he 
was as opposite otherwise as you could get.  Skinny as a rail and with a 
terrible haircut (it looked like some “mom with scissors” project), he 
looked like a stereotypical geek.

Surprisingly, for someone working in sales he appeared to be quite shy 
but of course, it could have been he was a bit intimidated by us.  
Judging from the shoe styles I doubted that many of his customers came in 
looking like Kristi and me, probably more overweight soccer moms dragging 
in the kiddies.  That said, all in all, he was the perfect target for us 
today!

Kristi quickly found a pair of heels and walked slowly over to the guy, 
asking him if he had a pair in her size.  He asked what size she wore and 
she shrugged, telling him that he would need to measure her foot.

The poor guy looked totally flustered at this point but he eventually 
found a measuring tool and set it down on the floor in front of her.  He 
had to kneel down and position her stocking covered foot in it and it was 
like he was touching a hot brand when he held her ankle.

He was biting his lip and I noticed he was looking at her legs the whole 
time but trying hard not to let her notice.  How typical!  For some WEIRD 
reason guys always think they can look at girls without them knowing it.  
The real truth is the only time a girls doesn’t notice is when she 
doesn't WANT him to know she has noticed – if that makes any sense! 

The clerk told Kristi to wait a second and he would be right back.  As 
soon as he was out of sight Kristi looked at me and giggled.

“Poor guy,” she said, pushing her foot back in her shoe, “I wonder if 
he’s touching himself back there now?  Did you see the hard-on he was 
getting?”

I sat down in the chair next to her, crossing my legs to let my skirt 
ride up high on my ass.  Looking at my cousin, I gave her my wicked smile 
and said, “Well, the way you were coming on to him, it’s a wonder he 
didn't cum in his pants right then and there!  Hurry up, he’ll be back 
any second and you still need to take your thong off.”

Kristi didn't even hesitate.  One thing I loved about her, she never 
needed to be asked twice to take off something she was wearing!  There 
was nobody else in the store and we were in the back away from the 
entrance so she quickly slid her thong down to her ankles and stepped out 
of them.  She reached down to pick them off the carpeted floor and handed 
them to me.  Feeling the urge to do something naughty, I held them to my 
nose and I could smell her wetness.  Oh yeah, the girl was horny all 
right!

“Oh Kelly, you are soooooo bad.  Put those away you naughty girl!” she 
hissed at me.  

I just grinned back at her and slid them under me just in time as he was 
on his way back with several boxes piled high in his arms. 

“Do you need me to sit down?” she asked him innocently. 

The boy cleared his throat and nodded.  For a salesman, he certainly 
didn't seem to have much to say!  Kristi sat down with her legs tight 
together, holding out her right foot for him like Cinderella waiting for 
her silver slipper.  Her skirt was riding high up in her lap now and the 
only thing hiding her bare pussy from view was her thighs clamped tightly 
together.

The guy kneeled down in front of her, grabbed her foot and tried to 
remove her shoe.  It should’ve just slipped off but he was so nervous he 
couldn’t seem to grab onto it.  Finally it popped off, leaving just her 
anklet on.  He picked up the heel but Kristi interrupted him.

“Ummmmm, Brian... I can’t try on heels with my socks on.”

By the way, my cousin isn’t clairvoyant - his name was on an engraved 
badge pinned to his shirt pocket.

Poor Brian didn’t seem to know what to do so I helped out by going over 
to the checkout counter and grabbing a pair of disposable nylon socks.

“Here you go Brian,” I said softly as I handed them to him, “Isn’t that 
what these are for?”

The poor kid was flustered now and his face was turning red at having 
forgotten about the disposable socks that every store has out for women 
when they try on shoes.  He started to hand them to Kristi but she just 
sat back in the chair with her arms folded over her chest.

“I’d rather have you put them on Brian... is that OK?”

What was he suppose to say, no?  I wondered if anyone had ever asked him 
to put them on for them before - probably not but there was a first time 
for everything.

Kristi raised her foot up and Brian gingerly pulled her anklet off.  The 
he fumbled with the nylon, obviously never having had any experience with 
one before.

“You have nice hands Brian,” Kristi purred, “I bet you give a great foot 
massage.” 

Brian just stuttered a bit and kept fumbling with the nylon.  Kristi kept 
up the patter...

“Did you know that I love it when a guy plays with my feet?” Kristi 
murmured in a low voice.

Brian obviously didn’t know what to do now.  I imagine he had to be 
wondering if he was going to wake up any minute from this wet dream he 
was having.  He probably couldn't believe a girl like Kristi would ever 
be saying such things to him.

“Just forget the shoes Brian, rub my foot,” Kristi told him.  He 
hesitated so she continued, “It’s OK, really, I want you to rub my foot.”

Brian gingerly took her bare foot in his hand and just sort of squeezed 
it a little.

“Come on Brian, you can do better than that,” I broke in, unable to 
contain myself any longer. 

Brian’s face was still red like he had just run a marathon but he did 
start to massage her foot more vigorously.

“That’s better,” Kristi encouraged him, “I bet your girlfriend loves it 
when you do this for her, doesn’t she.”

Brian just mumbled something so I told him to speak up and he finally 
confessed, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

THAT didn't surprise me in the least but I tried not to laugh or even 
smile too much but instead licked my lips and said, “You’ve GOT to be 
kidding Brian... a sexy guy like you?  I would have thought the girls 
would be falling all over each other to get to you.”

Brian frowned at that and I thought maybe I had gone a little overboard 
but Kristi chimed in.

“Well if they knew how great you are at rubbing their feet they would 
be,” she sighed.  Then she added, “God, you’re making me soooooo horny 
Brian.”

He seem startled at that one but before he could react further she spread 
her legs apart then, giving Brian a nice view of her cute little bare 
pussy.

Poor Brian, he just froze.  As much as he was probably embarrassed to 
look, he couldn't help but stare at the bare crotch that was now exposed 
between her legs.  Damn, Kristi was being relentless!  She reached 
between her legs and ran her finger up and down her pussy slit.

“Oh Brian, look what you’ve done to me.  I’m all wet!”

It wasn't her faking either as I could tell from the faint scent of her 
pussy that she was indeed wet and horny.  Like me, I knew Kristi got 
horny as hell turning guys on, especially guys like poor Brian who she 
could wrap around her little finger without any effort at all.

Kristi pushed her finger inside her pussy just a little, then slowly 
started stroked it in and out of her as Brian watched, totally mesmerized 
by the show she was putting on for him.  I had to admit I was enjoying it 
as well!

“Have you ever seen a girl touch herself like this before Brian?” Kristi 
asked softly.  Brian shook his head as he licked his lips almost 
continuously.  “I like to be watched when I touch myself,” she continued, 
“Do you like watching me Brian?”

Brian nodded but Kristi wasn't going to let him off that easily.  “C’mon 
Brian, tell me what you think of my pussy.”

Brian cleared his throat and said in a low voice, “It’s pretty,” was all 
he could get out.

“I bet you’ve never seen a real girl do this to herself before, have you 
Brian?” Kristi asked.  

Other than his dad’s Playboys, I was pretty sure based on his reaction 
that she was right on the mark with that one.  Kristi didn't bother 
waiting for the answer as she already knew what it was.  

“I bet you’d love to touch it, wouldn’t you Brian?”

Brian’s breathing stopped as for second, although it must have been an 
eternity to him, he must have thought that Kristi was going to let him do 
just that.  I almost felt sorry him at that moment.  The poor guy – he 
had no idea how devious my cousin could be.

Kristi giggled and pulled her wet finger from her pussy.  She licked her 
pussy juices off of it and put her legs back together again, effectively 
ending the show.  Pulling her bare foot from his hands, she stood up and 
pulling her skirt down.  Then she looked at Brian with her best sultry 
look and said, “Well Brian, when you jerk off tonight I hope it’s about 
me.” 

Looking at me then, she held out her hand expectantly and so I reached 
underneath me and gave her back her thong.  She slipped it on slowly,  
pulling it up her bare legs and then over her butt, letting him watch and 
see her bare pussy and ass for the last time as she slowly pulled them 
the rest of the way up and then arranged the crotch with her finger.

“Thanks Brian! I hope you enjoyed this as much as we did!” she said with 
a giggle.  

Then she put her anklet back on with her sneaker after which we left 
store and Brian behind us.  It turned out to be just in time as a couple 
of women dragging their rug rats were entering the store.

Without looking back I bet Brian had to be wondering just what the hell 
had happened!  I was pretty sure that none of his friends were going to 
believe him when he undoubtedly tried to tell them all about it later.  
One thing was certain, his poor cock was going to be sore tomorrow from 
all the stroking it was going to get tonight!


Chapter 7 – The Dressing Room
=============================

“God Kristi! That was so nasty of you,” I said admiringly as we continued 
our mall shopping., “The poor guy will be jerking off every night this 
week thinking about you now!”

Then I leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, “You know, I’m horny 
as hell now thanks to your little show.  Since it’s all YOUR fault, what 
are you going to do about it?”

Kristi tossed her hair back and a wicked grin came to her face.  Without 
a word she grabbed my hand and pulled me along towards the Sears store at 
the end of the mall.  We went to the women’s clothing section and headed 
straight for the dressing rooms.  As usual there was nobody in there (I 
mean seriously, WHO in their right mind shops for clothes at Sears?) so 
we went into one of the changing rooms and she shut and latched the door 
behind us.

“OK, so who’s hornier – you or me?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

I was already undressing as I replied, “Well, we’ll just have to find 
out, won’t we!” I stepped out of my panties as I unzipped my skirt.  I 
then challenged her saying, “You know the drill, let’s just see who cums 
first!”

It was tight in the dressing room but we both managed to strip in a 
matter of seconds, leaving our clothes on the floor except for our shoes 
which we left on.  The bench seat was barely wide enough for the two of 
us to sit and spread out legs but somehow we managed.  Her bare legs 
pressed against mine and for a second I felt a little naughty rubbing up 
against my cousin like this.  Although we’d been masturbating together 
for years now we’d never done anything to the other like licking pussies 
or even kissing passionately.  I smiled to myself as I wondered what she 
would say if she knew what I had been doing with my mom - and hers, since 
I was sixteen.

I reached between my legs with both hands, using one hand to spread my 
pussy lips apart and the other to fondle my clit and pussy.  Kristi used 
a similar technique and it wasn’t long before we were both going at it 
like two whores in heat.  I looked over and watched her, noting how her 
clit was already swollen and her pussy was glistening with her juices.  
Well, thanks to Brian she had a head start on me so now I had to play 
catch-up! My finger ran over my pussy and a soft cry emerged from me as 
my wet finger ran circles around my sensitive clit.  Kristi already had a 
finger up her pussy and was pushing it up in her as she used her other 
hand to massage her boobs.

“Oh my god!” she whispered to me, ”This feels so damn good... Oh yeah 
Kelly, I love you to watch me.”

My pussy was soaking wet, just as hers was, as I alternated between 
pushing my finger in and out of me and fondling my hardened clit.  
Leaning back against the wall, I pushed my hips out to make it easier for 
my finger to enter deep inside of me.

God, I wanted to be fucked so badly I could’ve screamed!  What I would 
have given for a nice hard cock at that moment, to feel it entering me 
and violating me as it filled by pussy.  My free hand roamed all over my 
boobs and torso, raising goose bumps wherever it touched.  I could smell 
the air in the room filling with the pungent scent of our wet pussies as 
we both masturbated together, each of us desperately trying to be the 
first to cum.

At times like this, when I wanted to cum as fast possible, I liked to 
dream of my dad fucking me, how his cock felt when it was deep in my 
pussy as I gave myself unconditionally to him.  I closed my eyes and 
imagined how it would feel right then to have him push himself in me, 
showing me how much he loved me.  I loved it when he would cum in me, 
filling his daughter with his love, giving her his most treasured gift.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!”

I awoke from my reverie as Kristi began panting.  Damn! She was always 
able to cum faster than me and I was pretty quick usually!  Even as young 
girls when we would masturbate together she always “won” – cumming much 
faster than I could.  I watched her fingers as they working furiously on 
her pussy when suddenly her head arched back and her hips rose to her 
manipulating hand.  Her pussy gushed cum onto her hand and then she put 
her fingers in her mouth and licked it up.

I wondered how her pussy tasted and how it compared to her mother’s.  My 
tongue liked my lips as I thought about how good my mom and aunt’s 
pussies tasted.  Like fine wines, each was a bit different and like a 
rare vintage, I could have identified which one I was licking with a 
blindfold on.  I loved the taste of my own pussy as well so given the 
family history I imagined that Kristi’s would undoubtedly be succulent as 
well.

Kristi was cumming hard now.  I could feel the softness of her thighs and 
the firmness of her legs against mine as she struggled, trying not to cry 
out too loudly as her orgasm stretched on.  She was flushed to the point 
of being almost red and her breathing was fast and shallow.  Finally her 
hips bucked hard and she took in a final deep breath. 

“Oh god that felt so good,” she sighed.  “ Oh Kelly, I love it when we do 
this.”

If it was possible I was even more horny now and I wanted my own orgasm 
more than anything at the moment.  It was Kristi’s turn to watch intently 
as I played with myself until I felt the most incredible sensations run 
from my pussy to the outer reaches of my body while my fingers worked 
their magic on me.  With one hand on my pussy I massaged my boob and 
nipple with the other.  I looked down and observed myself masturbating as 
Kristi leaned back, slowly moving her finger over her wet pussy as she 
watched her older cousin masturbate.

My orgasm hit me like a truck on the expressway as I could feel my cum 
gush from my cunt into my hand.  I didn't stop touching myself and thus I 
drove me higher and higher into the magical world I retreated to when my 
orgasms really get going.  It had been too much already today for my poor 
pussy – first teasing little bad Billy, then seeing Michael’s cock 
growing behind those tight jeans, then watching Kristi tease the poor boy 
at the shoe store, and finally seeing my cousin getting herself off.

I needed to cum so badly by now it literally hurt and so my orgasm was 
incredible.  Every pore of my body tingled like I was plugged into an 
electrical outlet while at the same time I felt almost on fire my pussy 
felt so hot.  It was like ocean waves pounding a beach except in this 
case it was pleasure pounding my body – over and over and over the waves 
of pleasure hit me as Kristi watched, her fingers moving faster over her 
pussy now.

One thing about doing yourself, you know exactly how you feel and what 
you need at any given time.  I could sense just when I was peaking and 
would hold off just enough to let me stay there as long as possible and 
then hit me again just as I started to descend to bring me back to the 
top once again. It was like one continuous orgasm instead of a series of 
them like I usually had. I never wanted it to end, I wanted to feel this 
way forever.

I love sex so much because only sex can make me feel this way, so 
complete and so fulfilled.  God I needed this more than food, more than 
anything else in the world. I needed to just cum and cum and cum – and I 
did.

Well, I had no idea how long this went on as it was like I was just in 
another world but finally my body just couldn't sustain it anymore and I 
collapsed in the seat, exhausted from the incredible orgasm I had just 
given myself. The only thing missing was the feeling of warm sperm 
dripping from my cunt but I couldn't do anything about that! Kristi 
looked over at my crotch with a huge smile. 

“Well, I guess you really WERE horny today,” she said with a hint of a 
laughter.   “God I thought you were never going to stop cumming!”

Kristi leaned over to me and we hugged and kissed.  It was just a gentle 
kiss between cousins and once again for a moment I wanted to see where it 
might lead.  I wanted to hold her warm pussy in the palm of my hand as 
she did the same to mine.  Who knows, as horny as I was I might have done 
something except I heard someone coming in the dressing area. 

“Excuse me, is someone in here?” someone called out.

Damn, it was a store clerk!  Oh well, I guess that was the end of that.  
I tried to call out to her but my voice wasn't responding yet so Kristi 
said we would be out in a second.  We quickly pulled on our underwear and 
she put her skirt back on as I rearranged my cami.

When I opened the door, standing there outside was an older woman, maybe 
in her fifties, the classic store clerk in her out-of-style clothes and 
bad hair.  She took one look at us with our messed-up hair, flushed 
faces, and the unmistakable smell of pussy that filled the air and I knew 
she had us pegged.  She may have been an old bag but she was still a 
woman and no woman could mistake that smell for anything other than what 
it was! Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head at us.  It was obvious 
we weren’t trying on any clothes – we weren’t carrying any and there was 
no way we were hiding any in these outfits! 

“Well I’ll be damned,” she said, “Can’t you dirty sluts find someplace 
else to do your filthy business?  I mean for heaven’s sake, don’t either 
of you have ANY decency?  What if there were kids here now?”

We didn't even bother answering - what would be the point?  Instead we 
just left as quickly as possible.  Once in the safe confines of the mall 
we stopped and turned to look at each other and we both broke out 
laughing. 

“God, did you see the look on her face?” Kristi laughed.

“Yea, I bet she hasn’t had an orgasm in twenty years!” I said back to 
her.

We headed to the mall restrooms to fix our hair and makeup.  Afterwards 
we wandered the mall a bit more, teasing more boys than I can count with 
nothing more than a smile and wiggle of our butts.   We probably could’ve  
both gotten laid a dozen times easily if we had wanted to, but I enjoyed 
just teasing them like we did.  


Chapter 8 – Back Home Again
===========================

Finally we decided enough was enough, time to head home for some serious 
masturbation.  I dropped Kristi off at her house and returned home to 
find my mom working in the kitchen. 

“Have a good time dear?” she asked. 

The grin on my face told her all she needed to know.  She gave me a quick 
kiss and patted me on the ass saying, “Well, I imagine you have some 
serious tensions that need to be relieved so when you’ve finished come on 
down and tell your mother ALL about it.”

As I headed up to my I thought how my mom was such a wonderful friend and 
confidante as well as loving mother.  In my room I quickly stripped and 
hung up my short skirt.  Looking at it I marveled how a piece of clothing 
so small could lead to so much fun!

Laying back on my bead I started to masturbate again as I recalled the 
events of the day.  At least at home I didn't have to be quiet!  Hmmm, I 
bet my mom was going to get horny herself once I told her about my day at 
the mall.   It wouldn't be long before dad got home and I was sure he 
would enjoy hearing about my day as well.  Yep, I had a good idea that 
things might get even more interesting before the day was over!

THE END