Almost Creaming at the mall - No Pulses

Hoping to catch up with Emily near the edge of her shift, you rushed towards the mall that oddly stayed packed even near closing hours. Without internet, it seemed natural for people to fill up such a public space as a remedy to socialize in public.

It wasn't too strange initially, but most of the people looking to engage face-to-face were women. Each one seemed driven to approach others for contact, and it was quite a strange sensation seeing so many sneaking looks at you. When walking around a crowd, many eyes were locked towards your cock, and suddenly a couple hands groped and rubbed out from the crowd. At the public act everyone pretended nothing happened; at most grinning at the molestation outlining their hunger.

As soon as the hands released, within a few seconds a laugh heckled from a couple of punkish babes that tried hiding themselves back in the crowd as they tried vanishing. Most of the women had looks of barely withstood self-control and envy towards the young sluts that had the nerve to do what they had wanted.

The abnormal continued to stun you, even if it gave you a boner, so you awkwardly walked away from their more shameless gazes after your more noticeable crotch and reduced atmosphere with the bar on shamelessness lowered.

Eventually you tucked yourself against the coldness of an ice-cream stand and pretended to look through options; trying to settle yourself to check things with Emily. This cold pickle pressing was interrupted by the Ice-cream attendant, who rushed picking a flavor; seemingly eager to serve.

She was a mature looking black woman with a bit of curve to her, her tame smile that felt hastened by her homely apron was interrupted by a swipe of her tongue when she heard you speak.

"hmmm I'm going to need to dig down deep to get that one" she openly lied, with the vanilla pint visible at the top through the freezer's glass. She still bent her back down excessively, showing off her raised ass and exposed thong plunging out from her deep stretch.

She pretended exert herself, and beckoned you around the counter. "It's full of cream, and stuck, I'll need some strength to lift it out". She shook her hips and kept bowed over; her lustful blushing face being chilled down by the freezer.

"Hold my waist" She requested; welcoming a grip on her hips as she soon ground her fat cheeks back against you. Within a few seconds she gave up the charade, with her openly biting her lip with a slight moan and even starting to rub her pussy through her pants.

After a big enough crowd formed, that didn't seem interested in the ice-cream, you stepped back to avoid any implication. She reluctantly went back to working and made you a vanilla cone. Her finger brushed past the ice-cream on the cone, leaving a smear that she seductively licked off her hand.

"hooo~ If I stick around you I'll end up all white and sticky...Come back again soon" The attendant teased, handing over the cone and even returning the payment for it with a wink.

Your boner felt even more vindicated, even if the public setting complicated things. With your cone in hand and many eyes on your bone, you concluded that this place was filled with many horny women that you could make happy, but your goal was still TearZ, the alternative/goth clothing store where Emily works.