The Directory, Then the Food Court

Sally swayed into the mall, loving the feeling of her thong rubbing her clit as it worked between her swollen, hairless pussy lips. She sucked her juices from her fingers and walked to the directory just inside the door.

She noticed a quarter on the floor next to the directory and bent over to pick it up, giving everyone walking by a good look at her swollen, soaked pussy as it tried to devour the thin scrap of material wedged in its lips. She got a couple of whistles and one stranger even was so bold that he ran his finger tips over her bare, exposed ass.

“Hey!” she snapped playfully at the man. He smiled and turned around, but kept walking for the door. “Hey, get your ass back here,” she said over the din of the mall. The man’s smile widened and he stopped. Sally hiked her skirt up over her thong , holding her hands on her hips in mock anger. He came to her, licking his lips, his cock rigid as he made is way through the crowd.

“Just who the fuck do you think you are?” Sally said, looking the man in his eyes, tapping her foot, her skirt still bunched up. She was getting more acknowledgment from the shoppers around her; stares, people stopping to look, whistles, and very few old women shaking their heads disapprovingly. Sally was getting hotter by the second, and it was taking quite a bit to not finger her clit right then and there…but then, why feel her own fingers on the tight little bud.

“What the fuck do you mean?” the man said bluntly. “You put it out there, I just touched it.”

“So, does that mean that if my pussy and tits were ‘out there’ you’d touch them, too?” she said in a convincingly angry voice. The man rose an eyebrow and his crooked smile returned.

“Good, I thought so,” she said and hooked her thumb in the soaked patch of fabric covering her slit. She pulled it to one side and the man stood there for a second. “What are you waiting for?” she hissed, using her free hand to rub her slit in full view of over 50 people. She could feel her juices dripping down to her thighs in anticipation as the man’s rough hand went to her snatch, his thumb on her clit, three of his fingers sliding easily up inside Sally’s eager cunt.

She moaned loudly and pressed herself to him, letting herself cum fast and easy on his hand, coating her legs and his meaty digits in her hot honey in no time flat. She pushed his hand away and sucked her cum from it, staring him in the eyes the whole time.

“You’re one hot cunt!” the stranger said, his dick about ready to tear a hole in his pants.

“I’m one broke cunt, too” she said, pouting. “I forgot my purse at home.”

“Leave it there with the rest of that dress?” the man joked. Sally laughed, but not very hard or long.

“Can I get 20 bucks from you, Mister? It’s only fair considering I let you finger fuck me in front of everyone,” Sally said, still talking over the crowd. Most of her onlookers had moved on, deciding the show was over.

“Well, I’m feeling generous. What say I do it for the finger fuck and your thong?” Sally considered the offer for about 3 seconds before agreeing. She turned away from the man and bent down, pushing her thong down with her finger tips, rubbing her exposed pussy against the heavy fabric of his jeans as she wiggled the flimsy, soaked material off her shoes.

She gave him the drenched thong, he gave her a twenty. Without a second thought she stuffed it up in her pussy, loving the feeling of the crisp paper absorbing her juices. The man smiled again.

“Gonna be here long, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, unless they arrest me. Wanna come bail me out if they do?” she asked, rubbing her crotch against his leg. “I’ll let you fuck me on the police station stairs,” she teased.

“I just might,” he winked. Sally got his phone number and walked off to the food court, her bare pussy being tickled by the breeze as she moved and her juices glistening on her thighs.