Heading to the food court with no panties? Just what are we going to eat, I wonder?

With a tap and a nod, my purse buzzes and we step out of the shoe store.

"Food court?" You offer and I oblige, slipping my arm through yours as we step along, me in nothing but a barely-fitting shirt with a wet slit threatening to escape at any moment, and you barely even trying to hide your hard-on.

As we step past a stand selling calendars or some such nonsense, I stop suddenly. "Oh no!" I exclaim softly. "My shoe's untied!" We both glance down at my flip flops.

"Better tie that. Safety hazard." You say, and I nod in earnest agreement, stepping between racks of puppy calendars and bending over.

As you start to take in the view, I reach back, finding your hand, and draw it unhesitatingly to my bared ass. Your fingers close on my soft flesh, your thumb daringly searching down the subtle crease between my cheek and my thigh.

With little time to waste before someone notices my shoes have no laces, I reach between my legs and draw your hand straight to my hungry little slit, guiding your fingers inside me with my own.

"Mngh..." I manage to stifle a sigh as you finally take proper advantage and begin working first one, then two fingers greedily in and out of me.

My head spins and I manage to step away before things get too far out of hand, heading off before realizing my shirt is still just a few inches too high.

I fix it with a giggle as you pull up alongside me. I wrap my arm back around yours and we head along into the food court.