At the Mall

“That’s why I can’t wait for the fall,” Riley continued, “All the college boys I can get my hands on. Plus have you seen Vicinage’s soccer team? Let’s just say I’m a fan.”

I had met up with Riley that same afternoon. I had considered canceling, thinking I might need more time to recover from the rough and amazing sex I had with our head gardener. But somehow she had convinced me to come out.

We browsed through the clothing racks searching for anything cute. “Absolutely,” I agreed with her, not mentioning Jesús. “Can’t wait.”

“Oh gosh, do you hear that?” she asked, the both of us going quiet.

Somebody was yelling at the front of the store. My skin crawled when I recognized the voice, my mother was here and of course she was yelling at someone. “If I ever yell at people like that, for just doing their job, please, and I mean this, please slap me,” Riley laughed, grabbing another blouse off the rack.

“For you anything,” I joked, practicing a few slaps through the air.

“Thanks,” she laughed. “I’m going to head over to try these on,” she held up the selection of clothes.

“I’m just going to look around a little more,” I said. After she left, I made my way to the front of the store. Sure enough Mom was yelling at the cashier, the poor guy looked like he was on the brink of tears.

It sounded like she was yelling about a coupon, and being told it was expired. I watched from behind a clothes rack, making sure not to be seen by her. A woman was eventually called over, no doubt the manager. After a quick exchange, the manager typed something into the screen. My mother was getting her way yet again.

She walked away happy, leaving behind a miserable cashier. I could feel myself getting hornier the longer I stared at him. I rushed over. Leaning over the counter, I knew he would have a good view down my shirt. “Hey, I’m sorry she treated you that way,” I said, reaching out a hand to his. “My mom can be a real bitch sometimes.”

“That was your mom?” he sounded surprised.

“Yeah, but I’m not like her. I was actually thinking that maybe I could apologize on her behalf.”

“Oh, it’s fine. That happens all the time, you get used to it,” he said, brushing me off.

“That’s horrible,” I pouted. “If only you had a break, where I could show you how sorry I am,” I said, tugging at my shirt. Hopefully giving him a better look and hinting at my preferred method of apology.

He gulped, obviously getting the picture. “I-I, I could probably go on break,” he managed to spit out, his eyes stuck in my shirt.

“Perfect,” I said, “Dressing room?”

He nodded before starting to wave down a coworker to take his spot. I laughed at his eagerness. I’d be kept quite busy if I continued to apologize for all of my mother’s wrongdoings, but in the moment, it didn’t seem all that bad.

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I glanced back over my shoulder, the cashier adjusted his crotch as he followed. The compliment swelled in my gut, like the swelling in his pants. I lost sight for a second as I rounded into the back hall, curtains drawn to conceal dressing rooms on either side. I ducked into an open stall, pausing just long enough for him to see where I went.

He gingerly peaked behind the curtain, probably in fear of having gotten it wrong. Carl, according to his nametag, looked relieved to see me waiting in the dressing room. He stepped close, I imagined him taking me, using me like Jesús had. Instead he awkwardly pressed his lips to mine.

I returned his kiss, this was about him. His hands swept down my arms, while I unfastened his belt. He moaned as I gripped his shaft through his whitey tighties.

I slipped under the waistband, my fingers wrapped around the heat of his member. I stroked him, once, twice. He broke our kiss, “Wait, wait.” But it was too late. His cock throbbed in my grasp, before exploding in his underwear. A wet stain formed in the white fabric, a warm slime on my fingers.

I fought every urge to laugh. This was about him, to make up for my mother’s actions. It wouldn’t be right to make him feel bad myself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, you’re just so hot,” he started fumbling for words.

I removed my hand, his spent seed sticking between my fingers. “No need to apologize, as long as you enjoyed yourself.” I glanced around for somewhere to wipe my hand clean. His pants? My shirt? The curtain? Then I saw him looking a little defeated, so I ran my tongue over the first of my soiled digits.

“Could I,” he swallowed deep, “Could I maybe see your tits?”

Why not? I was prepared to fuck him. With my clean hand, I lifted my shirt. His eyes bulged, my bikini tan lines just starting to form this summer. I bit my lip at the thought of sunbathing topless, avoiding the tan lines, and how Jesús would like it. I sucked hard on my second and third finger, running my tongue between them as I pulled from my lips.

“Carl, you’re needed at the register,” a woman’s voice sounded over the intercom system.

“Break’s over,” he bemoaned, his eyes never leaving my bare chest. I smiled, waving with my licked clean hand, a bit of his cum still clung to my palm. “Um, thanks. And if you ever wanted to—“

He was cut off by the intercom, “Carl, you’re needed at the register.”

“I got to go,” he said before ducking out of the dressing room. Left alone, I gave a final lick to my palm, and pulled my top back into place.

“Clair! Find anything good?” Riley asked stepping out of a different dressing room.

“Not really, a little fun, but not what I was hoping for,” I sighed, thinking of Jesús. Maybe if I went home, except Mom wasn’t home to yell at him. I could follow her around the mall, surely she’d **** another employee before long.

“You want to go to the food court?” Riley suggested. Oh, right, I was out with Riley, I couldn’t just ditch her to find someone to fuck, as much as my libido urged me to.

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