You find another 'benchwarmer'

Smiling brightly after helping the old folks so, you continue on your way to the mall's Winter Wonderland. You can't help but be bothered, though, by the familiar aching between your bare upper thighs. Ol' Egbert's reinvigorated manhood pressing against your needy pussy has reawakened your lusty desires, and you don't think you can start your day as Santa's Helper unless you find someone else to quelch your passion, at least temporarily.

As if in answer to your wishes, you spy a sharply-dressed man of about thirty sitting by himself on a bench ahead of you, in the warmth of the late day sun that still shines through the skylight above him.

As you near, you find the dark-haired man quite handsome, at least from what you can tell in your approach from behind. The sunglasses he is wearing obstruct some of your view, but you decide to give him a try nonetheless.

You walk past where he sits, not paying him any attention, but gyrating your hips that much more under the buoyed hem of the underwired red velvet miniskirt. You casually approach the handrail he faces, looking down to the now bustling Christmas shopping crowd on the mall's lower level. You smile inwardly as you arch your body further forward over the rail. You know this has hoisted the hem of the fur-trimmed skirt high, revealing the soft white fur of the high-cut panties that cuddle your saucy asscheeks.

Slowly gliding the digits of your white-gloved hand down to the split crotch of the furry undies from the front, you casually look over your shoulder.

You notice he doesn't seem to be looking your way, and you pout your lips. Disillusioned, you drop your glance, only to notice a red-tipped white cane between his legs.

'No wonder!' you sigh, a little relieved. You hadn't noticed the cane when you approached him from behind.

Undaunted by this new challenge, you slowly approach the good-looking guy. You settle your butt onto the wooden slats at the edge of the bench, looking his way expectantly. He really would be quite the catch, you observe as you study his chiselled features in close proximity.

You grin when you see him turn his head in your direction.

"Hello sir," you begin. "I'm a Stone Wall Mall Santa's Helper and wonder if I could be of any assistance to your shopping needs this fine day!" you purr, trying to convey as much eagerness and enthusiasm as you could with your soft voice. Your small right hand finds it's way to the top of his left thigh as you press your partially clothed thigh against his.

Your delighted grin gets even wider when you see his closed lips curl up at each end. You believe you've got him, hook, line and sinker.

"Mmm..well, I'm pretty much done" he says, gesturing to the large shopping bags at his feet. But then, he makes a subtle sniffing motion in your direction. "But your scent is wonderful. Maybe you could help me with a cologne for my..uh..sister?"

'Hmph.. he must have a woman,' you muse upon detecting his brief hesitation. 'Well, no matter,' you decide as you check out the cute dimples created when he flashes his brilliant white smile.

You decide he must have detected the Christmasy fragrance your magical red and white outfit seems to be imbued with.

"Are you sure 'your sister' would like it?" you ask slyly. "Sometimes a fragrance smells differently from one person to another." You lean in closer to your visually-impaired victim. "Why don't you get closer, get a good whiff," you suggest, bringing your free hand up behind his neck and ever so gently pushing him forward. His head is just inches from the twin mounds of your upthrust boobs.

"It is intoxicating..what is it?" he asks.

You giggle a little as the wind of his words ruffles the feathery down trimming your decolletage, tickling the sensitive skin of your titties.

"Sugar and spice and everything nice," you tease, caressing his ear as you pull his face to your bosom.

The dark-haired man starts as he comes into contact with your warm soft flesh. But then he looks up in the direction of your voice and kisses the swell of one breast gently. "Maybe it's the person wearing it that's intoxicating," he smiles.

"I wish you could see what I'm wearing," you sigh. "I think it's really special," you say as you caress his cheek.

Smoothing your hand over his chiselled features, you get another naughty idea.

"Is it true you can feel what a person looks like if you glide your hands over them?" you ask, grasping both of his strong hands.

"May I?" he asks.

You lay both of his hands against your face and nibble on the third finger of his left hand with your pouty lips.

"I guess that's a 'yes,' " he laughs softly as he gently strokes your button nose, high cheekbones, little round chin. "So soft, so smooth.." he sighs softly.

Your hands continue to guide his further down, along your neck, past your soft fall of blonde curls, splitting them apart to caress each bared shoulder. Your kid leather gloves are soft against the back of his hands as you enjoy his masculine touch, his fingertips now finding the swells of your breasts.

"Are.. are you sure this is all right?" asks the blind man as he continues to fondle you on the mall bench.

"S-sure," you say, breathless yourself from his touch. "No one's around," you lie again. There actually are quite a few healthy young males hovering at a discrete distance, drawn to the blonde girl in the saucy Santa outfit with the high boots.

"God, you are amazing!" he breathes as he runs his hands down your hourglass-shaped torso, the red velvet crushing softly under his stroking fingers.

You see he is no longer in need of encouragement and put your hands to better use at the fly of his slacks.

Feeling his hands disappearing under the skirt of your outfit, you husk to him wantonly. "Fingerfuck my little pussy.." You realize you don't even know his name.

"Steve" he says, helping you out. His hands first slide down your bare thighs and over the slick material of your striped stockings before they disappear into the black vinyl of your boots. Then they rove back up and find the soft fur of your white panty.

You hump up against Steve, directing his fingers to the slit in the kitten-soft material. As you do so, you wrangle the man's swollen cock from his boxers and through his fly.

You look around to see the fuck-hot stares of the men trying not to look like they are watching and cum on Steve's busy fingers as he practically lies atop you on the mall bench.

Readying to aim Steve's hardness to your slushy pussy, you look over his shoulder and see a woman looking around like she's missing someone.

"Steve!" you hear her call, not able to see you two in your current position on the bench.

You suppress a laugh as you see the man's eyes bug. The cock in your pumping hand bulges as well, and shoots a viscous stream of his seed through the wooden slats to the mall corridor's tiled floor.

"Coming, dear," he sighs softly as he collapses on your chest.

You let out a little giggle.