Sexploring the Mall

Sally wandered through the mall, still heated up from her escapade with the pretzel. She could feel her cum running in a sheen down her thighs, almost to her knees as she moved, and she made sure to give as many shows as she could. Every bench she came to she put one foot on it and bent over under the premise of checking her shoes, but giving anyone and everyone looking behind her one hell of a show of her pussy. She couldn’t help but keep breathing quickly and she started touching herself as she was bent over. The people in front of her saw exactly what she was doing, those behind caught a glimpse of her slender fingers sliding over her drenched sex.

Sally got tired of holding the Twenty in her hand so she folded it neatly and slid it back inside her pussy, being sure to make a show of that, too. She rubbed her clit and moaned softly as she did so, but quickly straightened back up.

“Down, girl,” she said to herself. “It’s still early, no sense in getting too worked up,” she said and then moaned lightly as her pussy reminded her of the glorious cum she just gushed into a cup and served it to Roxy. She giggled warmly and opened her eyes, her vision hazy with lust.

She looked around and her vision slowly cleared. “Damnit,” she said, “where the fuck am I going to go?” She propped her leg up on another bench and made her best Captain Morgan impression and gave the entire boulevard of the mall a view of her shaved snatch peeking out from under the hem of her dress. There were just too many options. Victoria’s Secret, Wilson’s Leather, Hot Topic, the Piercing Hut, Abercrombie, the Gap (which made Sally giggle as she thought of the implications), Shutter Bug, and Aladdin’s Arcade were all within sight and that wasn’t a 10th of the mall. She thought she had made a decision and then she felt a tug and couldn’t feel the money in her pussy any more.

“Hey, fucker!” she half-shouted and turned around. She stared straight into the eyes of a boy and a girl, a little older than her from the looks of it, the boy blushing brightly, the girl holding up a cum-soaked bill. Both kids were blonde haired, blue-eyed, athletic, and they had to be brother and sister.

“What a slut!” the girl said slowly. “Forget your purse with the rest of that dress, whore?” she said, waving the twenty between them.

“That’s my money, bitch,” Sally said, her eyes narrowing and her sex continuing to heat up. She still hadn’t put her leg down and this little exchange was drawing more attention to her than she had expected.

“You want it back, you’d better earn it, cunt,” the girl said. The boy blushed even harder and Sally’s eyes narrowed.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘earn it?’ It’s my fucking money!”

The girl gave an evil cackle and looked Sally dead in the eyes and said, “By earn it I mean you’ll have to…”