Everything You Want, At the Mall

Bridget’s riding your cock reverse...gravity-defying cowgirl when your SUV pulls off the ramp toward the mall. You’re coming close to orgasm, but Bridget keeps whispering in your mind--not yet--quivering on your tip as she bobs her body up and down. You notice her clothes twisting and writhing on her body, as if they’re part of a muscle she’s contracting with her arousal. Yours are doing the same--tweaking along your skin, pinching your nipples and grabbing your ass. Forms of Bridget’s ‘magic hands’, multiplying and going crazy with your own arousal.

Your SUV is driving safely--so to speak--but it seems like it’s in a hurry. Like it’s tense. It makes a right on red at the end of the ramp, and now it’s headed to the mall on the road adjacent. You’re on a multi-lane road, and you come to another stop light. You’re in the turning lane to the mall. Bridget is whimpering now--riding your cock hard as another car pulls up in the lane next to you.

Bridget looks over her shoulder, moaning as she bites her lip and smiles. Her eyes go wide at you.

All the windows in your SUV open at the same time. She starts giggling, and her laughter soon follows a rhythm that becomes moaning once more. In the car next to you, the two women look over.

You wonder what kind of angle they have--whether they can see your girlfriend literally defying gravity as she nudges herself closer and closer to orgasm on your cock.

They know you’re having sex. There’s no doubt about that. The initial reaction is sort of unmistakable. When the light turns green, your turn lane gets the arrow, and you hear it with a doppler effect as your telepathically-haunted SUV swings the corner: one woman is squealing while the other one shouts.

“There’s not even a driverrrrrr!”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” Bridget says, grabbing your legs and pulling you. “That...that was so…”

“Hot,” you whimper, struggling to hold yourself back. “That was so fucking naughty...and like, it barely touches what you’re capable of.”

She turns around to look at you, and there’s a fire in her eyes that makes your cock jump. Whatever you said, you can feel her being pleased with it. There’s a confidence blooming in you. You’re exactly the one she wants at her side as she experiences this cosmic shift. You’re a true believer. The first.

Your SUV is no longer obeying traffic laws. You’re in the mall’s own roads, but when you’re tripling the mall drive’s speed limits, you can bet security will call the cops on you. When you glance at the speedometer, you can see the needle jumping 60 mph.

You’re squealing around turns, and Bridget’s hands pound the roof of your cab as she rides you even harder. You think it to her, knowing she can hear you.

I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna. You’re so--so out of control--it’s so fucking hot…

She howls laughter again, and you feel the SUV accelerate once more. You have caught the attention of the mall cops, and they’re on to you immediately, heading your direction but still a whole asphalt field away.

“Uh uh uh…” Bridget squeaks, pointing her finger behind you without even looking toward the security vehicle. You look back out the open window, and the spinning yellow lights and daytime-running headlamps go out. The security car slows to a halt, and your vehicle rounds a tight corner--you and Bridget’s bodies compensating accordingly to stay safely floating in the middle. Eventually the guard gets out, kicking the thing, then trying to start it again.

Then you realize you’re doubling back toward his car.

“Buh...Bridge?” The windows are still open, and you’re about to explode inside her levitating body--and you’re on a course that puts you on a fly-by with the malfunctioning security car.

Trust me, sexy...and come when I tell you to.

“Well, lucky me,” The security guard said to himself as your SUV approached. “Looks like we’re writing that fine out after all.” It took him a second to realize that the car coming toward him didn’t have a driver. Once that registered, he worked on deciphering what he thought he was seeing in the back seat.

As the SUV approached his stalled car in the opposite lane, he backed away, staring at the cabin as your vehicle slowed.

Bridget put on a real show now. She seemed to savor it--crying out as you passed the stunned guy. You followed right along, going with her every move and grunting like an animal. If you could trust her in an SUV flying down the highway in the control of nothing but her will--you could trust her with this mischief.

This superpower-assisted exhibition stuff was turning you on a little more than you expected it to. And, as you found it getting easier--you had a tickle to try something a little more daring. You wondered if Bridget seeded that herself.

_Ha! No, honey. This fucking naughtiness is all you, her voice said inside your mind. It just so happens that revving it up is _exactly what I want to do too.

“Vroom vroom…” She mocks, squeaking the words out the window as your vehicle rolls by the flabbergasted mall guard. When she says the words, though, his car roars to life. The flashing yellows come up, and the car revs itself. Out of some career survival instinct, he goes for the door--but they lock themselves before he can reach the handle.

Bridget laughs as your SUV accelerates again when it pulls away from the security car. The guard’s car pulls away on its own, and the guard cries out in shock as he watches it happen. In one more terrifying twist, his taser pulls itself out of his holster and hangs in the air, aiming toward him.

“No, no, no...what in the hell is going on here?” He starts backing away from the device, and it doesn’t follow. It simply points at him. He backs away more, dropping his radio and his badge and hat as he’s out of its range. “You do whatever you want! I don’t need this job that bad!”

You turn the corner to the next parking lot--and there’s another security vehicle. Your SUV blowing the stop sign now has a new rent-a-cop after you.

But Bridget is grinning. Mumbling about your hard dick and her hot pussy. Focused on what she wants. Nothing’s going to get in her way now.

“I’m done playing,” She growls. “Figure this one out.” Your SUV accelerates again, this time crossing the lane and heading right for this new rent-a-cop vehicle. She rides you like a jockey, moaning like a banshee as your vehicle red lines. You have no idea how fast you’re going, but the driver of the white sedan in front of you must be terrified, because--you’re about to kill him.

COME FOR ME NOW! Bridget commands it, and your cock obeys. You spray hot cum into her, and Bridget coos, clutching your hovering body and telekinetically pulling you into her. She squeals with delight and points her palms skyward, and suddenly the sedan that’s less than 50 meters from your front bumper is off the ground.

Levitating.

You grab your superpowered girlfriend, sitting up and reaching for her tits. Bridget moans with approval and quivers, both of your orgasms descending even as your SUV speeds, passing under the hovering security vehicle, which goes up, up, up, and slides--as if in the wind--toward the roof of the mall.

“Don’t worry,” Bridget puffs, giggling. “I’ve thought about where the roof can support the thing.”

You can’t help but laugh as your cock squeezes the last aftershocks of your ejaculation into Bridget’s pussy. She’s so matter-of-fact about this world of possibility that’s opened up to her, so three-steps-ahead of any concerns you might have before you have them...even though up to now you’ve kept your promise pretty well.

“Mmmm. Baby…” Bridget flies off of your cock and slithers in the air--her skirt descending and her panties replacing themselves. “You know how to have a good time with a girl.”

“I meant what I said,” You tell her. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned here.”

“Well, I figured we’d get a little tour of the back halls,” Bridget says. “I used to work at one of these big anchor stores, and they have a huge stockroom. It’ll have everything I need, and we can make our entrance there.”

You start to fiddle with your clothes, but as soon as you try, they start to slide themselves back onto you.

“Let me help,” Bridget sailed over you, kissing your forehead. “I messed you all up.” You smile at her as the SUV parks. The door pops open just as your pants rebutton themselves, and all your windows sweep up. Bridget flies out of the vehicle and lands, and you climb out on your own.

“Leave the keys,” Bridget says. “We don’t actually need them. We can call her to whatever exit we leave out.” You shrug and let the keys go. They levitate back into the cabin, hovering into the glovebox, which opens to let them drop in. the glovebox locks, and the car locks itself up. Bridget makes a little clicking noise, and your SUV beeps--its alarm armed.

“Her?” You smile as the two of you walk toward one of the back entrances at the corners of the wings.

“Sure. Your SUV is a her,” Bridget raises her eyebrows at you. “We can talk, you know? We’re like besties now.” You both laugh as you approach the door--no handles, no keycodes. Nothing. Exit only. “After you,” Bridget grins, opening the door with her mind.

You walk in, loving every second of the crazyness you’re witnessing. You wonder how the guard sitting in his car atop the roof is doing. As you get into a wide back hall meant to stock the stores without using the main corridors, you see it--and you panic.

“Bridge, the--”

“Yeah, the camera? Come on. No one’s that attentive.” She shrugs. “Right now there’s a guard on the radio channel trying to explain why he’s on the roof.”

“You can hear radio signals?” You ask. Bridget laughs, waving you off.

“I mean--maybe if I try,” She says, “But no--that’s just...something that seems obvious. They’re absolutely dealing with the ‘crazy witch in the parking lot’ right now.” Bridget rolls a finger, and the camera in the hall twists the other way. She rises off the ground and starts flying door to door. “Now, where do you think we should we start our shopping spree?”