The Mall

“So should we head for the mall first?” I asked somewhat rhetorically as we got in the car.

“Yeah, sure, I guess so,” Lisa answered. “You sure it’s ok for me to go to the mall like this? I mean, what if somebody sees me?”

I laughed lightly. “That’s exactly the point, my dear,” I grinned. “I don’t know why but it really excites me when I see other men looking at you. I’m thinking it would be even more exciting if they get a little better look, so can you do this for me?”

I could feel my cock already getting hard just at the thought of other men being able to see her firm round boobs through her shirt. The shirt itself was pretty tight and her hard naked nipples were practically poking through the fabric. She looked at me a little doubtfully as I tried to explain, then her eyes looked down at my lap and opened just a little bit wider. Then I saw a hint of a smile on her face.

When we reached the mail I looked for a parking place not too close to the doors. We got out of the car and started across the parking lot toward the mall’s main entrance. I could see from the side how Lisa’s boobs were bouncing lightly under her shirt. As we got closer to the entrance, there were more people around and I tried to look around casually to see if anyone had noticed Lisa.

I saw a couple of guys to my right, one poking his friend in the side and nodding toward my wife. Apparently the sun on the other side of her from the guys made it easy for them to enjoy the full round shape of Lisa’s breast. I slowed down our walk and angled in their direction so they could get a better look. I felt a stirring in my shorts, knowing they were checking her out.

I noticed several men caught looking by their wives who were quickly pulled away. As we went through the doors this one guy practically ran into us trying to get a good look down her blouse. Lisa tried to pretend she didn’t notice all the men gawking at her, but I know she did and I got the feeling she was starting to like it.

As we strolled around inside the mall, it wasn’t too crowded and I tried to walk her close to guys so they could get a good eyeful and maybe even a downblouse look. I thought she was starting to get into it herself when it seemed like she was smiling at the guys more and maybe even flirting a little to make sure her boobs caught their attention. As she seemed to be being a good sport about it, I escalated it just a slight notch and began intentionally steering her so she brushed up against a guy’s arm. This always drew a second look and sometimes a smile. If I saw a guy really staring at her hard, I would actually walk toward him and make her bump into him. That was hot, seeing my wife’s near naked boobs pressed up against some random guy.

I spotted this one dude, an older guy, maybe fifty, really giving her the once over. I walked her straight over to him and he never took his eyes off of her, or I should say, off of her boobs. Instead of pushing her into him, I pushed into him myself and backed him up into a somewhat secluded corner.

“So are you enjoying the view?” I asked him fake angrily. “Maybe you want a closer look?”

I pushed on the top of his head, pushing his nose right into Lisa’s cleavage. I held it there for just a few seconds then pulled him back up.

“Or maybe you want to see more, is that it?” I reached over and unbuttoned the next button of my wife’s blouse, which was actually below her tits. Her shirt was open enough to almost show her tits, leaving the areolas barely covered.

“Bet you’d like to touch them wouldn’t you?” I pressed on. “Maybe like this?” I reached around my wife from behind and grabbed both her tits with her blouse still covering them. I squeezed them and lifted them up and shook them good for him. “Aren’t those nice babies? Wish you could feel them too? Maybe even more like this?” I slid a hand inside my wife’s blouse and cupped her breast and teased her nipple.

The old man looked like he was about to bust a gusset, or maybe cream in his pants, one or the other. Speaking of cumming in pants, my cock was so rock hard and throbbing from showing Lisa off the way I was that it was almost a danger for me too. I decided we had had enough fun for tonight.

I steered Lisa toward the mall doors where we had come in. She tried to button the lower button on her blouse but I reached over and stopped her. “You’re fine just the way you are,” I assured her.

We made our way back to the car without further incident, although Lisa’s blouse kept blowing open even more in the wind bringing her many more admiring views.