Chases after him

Vyki stumbles less than elegantly in her heels on shaky legs leaning against the wall and looks around the corner seeing Sir walking down the short hallway to the main area of the mall. Filled with anxiety and feeling totally out sorts, part of her screams out this is her chance to get away. Yet, the cold chill of air-conditioned air wraps around her all too bare legs and up tickling her naked ass cheeks reminding her of just how she looks.

The memory of her attire and the thought of walking through the mall on her own trying to figure out how to get home seemed daunting to say the least. And Sir made it very clear she wouldn’t want to stay here. Part of her also seemed to be feeling very needy to stop the stillness she was feeling, but it was a dark voice she was trying to ignore.

She told herself she’d already been through the worst of it and Sir was the easiest way out of it at this point and began clopping along as fast as she could after him. Even though her large shoes seemed to echo all sorts of clicking and clopping off the hard walls and floor, she could see Sir was making no effort to slow down or wait. Seeing him turn into the major flow of shoppers without looking back, Vyki panicked as she felt the chance of being left alone flood her mind.

Reaching the end of the hall as shoppers walked by, Vyki looked around the corner and could see Sir but there were already several people between them. And even though several were slowing down to stare at here, Sir was only getting further away from her. Smiling nervously at the people gawking in front of her, Vyki quietly says, “sorry, pardon me,” and then proceeds to try to walk around the next group. Feeling her skirt start to flare out as she rushes, she reaches down and continues her faster walk.

While she continues to close on Sir, Vyki considers shouting out to him, but is already frustrated with people immediately around her looking and snickering. The last thing she wants to do is draw even more attention.

Getting within a few feet of him, Vyki’s anticipation seems to feed her anxiety and tries to find her way around the large group of friends that seemed to be there browsing slowly. Wincing she says, “pardon me,” and tries to go around them. However, the guys seem to almost spread out at the edges and open a gap in the middle as one says, “niiiice” while they all turn back to look at her. Feeling all these men looking at her first with derision, but then lustful smirks as their eyes travel down her body, Vyki quickly tries to walk through the opening.

However, the guys swiftly close rank and Vyki finds herself encircled by them. In short order; one brave soul reaches out and touches her outer thigh. Vyki turns and swats his hand out of the way, but that just causes her skirt to flare out and one of the guys follows suit and pinches her ass. In the blink of an eye, Vyki can feel a myriad of hands all reaching out and touching her bare skin. Easily looking over the men accosting her, she can see Sir getting further way, and despite the sometimes tender and sometimes abrasive groping, she pushes her way through the small crowd.

Once past them and seeing Sir not far, Vyki chances a dash, and remembering her lessons, she puts her arms out to the side for balance and runs on the balls of her feet, relying on the platforms to stay under her. Ignoring the whistles and cat calls behind her as well as comments about her skirt flapping behind her, she has to take quick shuffle steps to avoid bumping into Sir as she loses depth perception through her tear-filled eyes.

Struggling to match pace with Sir, she stands just behind and to the side of him. However, after several strides, he still doesn’t turn to her or even acknowledge her. Trying to keep up with him, she feels like she looks like a lost puppy trying to keep up with its unacknowledging owner. “Um, Sir, I’m coming with you.... please,” Vyki continues as he doesn’t seem responding.

Colin finally decides to latch onto her unintentional opening even as he looks straight ahead, “while I do appreciate you begging to cum, I’m nowhere near the edge let alone cumming myself.”

Vyki cringes at the bad joke and innuendo. However, looking over her shoulder, she can see the pack of men still ogling her from behind at a distance with the occasional hushed comment and chuckle.

**** for some sort of attachment to him, Vyki reaches out and grasps Sir’s hand trying to show that she is with him and not open territory. Feeling his grip tighten around hers, Vyki was surprised at the elation and comfort of having Sir grasp of her. A genuine smile fell across her face as her body relaxed and the anxiety began to decrease.

The momentary relief was quickly reduced as she felt his grip flex even harder, and his head turns towards her looking down at their joined flesh. Vyki looks down at him with her anxiety growing. When Sir’s head tilts back up to look at her, the dispassionate, contemplative glare before turning to abject disappointment. As he relaxes his grip and begins to turn away from her, Vyki pulls Sir’s hand behind her placing it on her ass. The <buzz> seems to trigger a relaxing release she was not expecting and doesn’t even stop the moan, ignoring the hooting coming from behind her. In that moment, Vyki seems to blissfully tune out the rest of the world as she takes comfort in Sir once again guiding her through the mall with the grip of his palm squarely on her butt.

Reaching an entrance marked “To Garage,” Colin pauses and turns to face Vyki. As he wraps his other hand around her to firmly grasp her other cheek, his elated to see her so comfortable with his embrace she instinctively places her arms around his neck as her plastered on smile turns to a question rather than even contemplating his intimate touch in public. “Now, I know you were apprehensive about your outfit, so if you’d like, we can go to another store, and I can pick out something else for you to wear. Or, if you’re happy with that sexy little number, we can go ahead and leave.”