To the mall!

I slide my phone away and make a show of ‘readying’ myself. “Okay, to the mall it is then!”

It doesn’t take long for us to head across town to the Mulberry Mall. I came here a couple times last year when I needed a shirt or a pair of pants quick, but I mostly clothes shopped online. I knew the mall had stores that sold other things, but honestly I couldn’t say any of them specifically. Candles maybe? A couple nick-knack stores? Was there a book store, or did that close?

Sarah evidently came here often as she heads straight to wear she wants. Bed Bath & Barn. It’s a fairly quiet Wednesday so there aren’t many customers at all and we come to the bedwear section easily enough. I inwardly groan, remembering that she’s painting my whole room pinks and lavendars, and of course would need the bedwear to match. She looks through their selection and finds a set of sheets that she loves the color of but seems to want a cheaper version of. Finally, she tosses them into my cart saying “Well, the color is perfect so you get them. I hope you enjoy sleeping on silk!”

I look at the very dark pink sheets that will admittedly go with the bedroom’s theme and see that they’re a color called Fuchsia. With matching pillow cases and a top sheet she moves over to the blankets and comforters and picks out a set in a purple as dark as the Fuchsia sheets. Together they’ll make a stunning backdrop… just not one I’d have ever pictured myself shooting against.

After picking up some fake plants to go along with our haul, we unload the bedroom things into the car and then return to the mall and head to another wing where we step into the beauty shop Sephos. We bypass their cabinets but head toward the back where they have full extensive makeup kits. My nerves grow a little more as Sarah looks at the prices and everything that’s included and then looks up at me. She seems to reconsider her selection and moves to find another, larger, makeup kit. After looking between the kit and me several times she picks it up and we head to the perfume counter.

Without looking through what’s available she picks up a bottle and we move to the skin care section where she picks out four different combinations of lotion. I almost hate to admit that I didn’t know there were multiple types of lotion, let alone sets of them.

With everything in tow, we head up to the front and Sarah puts everything on her charge card. I’m taken aback again to see that just this little bit was way more than Bed Bath & Barn. So far, the mall has cost her over eight hundred dollars.

I become the mule as I carry the Sephos back through the mall to our next destination. Gip clothes. We head immediately back to the changing rooms where she grabs a measuring tape and pulls me into one of the little cubicles. Once we’re in private she motions for me to take my shirt off. My hesitation is noted and she rolls her eyes. “You’re not that lucky Nick. I just need to get measurements and don’t think it would help at all going over your sweatshirt. Take’em off and lets get this done!”

I pull my shirt up and off and let Sarah get her measurements. I thought it would be the normal chest measurement, and maybe the arm if she wanted to get a dress up shirt, but she measures my shoulders, my arm length, my bicep circumference, my wrist circumference, my forearm circumference, my chest, my lower chest, my belly, and my waist. As she kneels down she pulls her phone up and starts writing down all the numbers as she says indifferently “Pants too. Leave the socks and undies on.”

I’d never in a million years would have imagined a girl as cute and small as Sarah would be so commanding and in charge. She just looked like the type of girl who would be meek and soft spoken. And her tone, her command, was doing something to me. It was really quite a turn on!

I try to think of other things to avoid getting a hard on while I pull my shoes and pants off, regretting my choice of wearing boxers. If the opening in front tents open… well, she’s going to get a nice close up and personal view of just how excited she’s making me.

Thanksgiving. Football. Aunt Midge and that big mole on her cheek. Just think of non sexy things.

Again, where I was expecting a simple wait and leg measurement, Sarah goes to down and measures anything and everything. And her touch is magical, putting my non-sexual imagination in overdrive.

Rotting meat. Freddy Krueger’s face. Garbage dumps. Maggots.

Sarah starts with my waist then follows up with my inseam. She thankfully doesn’t raise her hand up into my junk like the tailor did that one time, but it’s close. Then she measures my thighs and calves and even my ankles. When she seems done I bend forward to pull up my pants but she stops me with a hand on my thigh… her magical tingling hand on my thigh. “Nope, not yet! Put your legs together, I need your hips and rear too!”

She leaves her hand on my thigh and I start taking deep breaths as I feel my erection already growing. Stopping it isn’t an option now and I instead work on minimizing it with breathing and deep thoughts.

I start repeating the digits of pi in my head. When I get fifteen in I switch it up and start working out some basic calculus equations. Meanwhile I can feel Sarah’s breath on my boxers as she leans forward to loop the measuring tape around my hips to take another measurement. The last measurement is on my rear, measuring more of the curve of it rather than the circumference. I just keep taking deep breaths and doing math until I hear her clear her throat.

Looking down I feel a blush spread over my cheeks. She’s still kneeling down in front of me and has a funny smile on her face as my hardening penis is peeking out of my boxers and pointing at her. In a rush I reach down to shove it inside and she openly starts laughing. When I lean forward to pull up my pants I move too fast and lose my balance. Reaching forward I grab the first thing that might prevent me from falling, but unfortunately it’s Sarah’s shoulder.

Even though we’re about the same size, my quick unwieldly movements has created too much momentum. I easily push her back where she lands on the floor, soon covered by my own falling body. The breath is pushed out of both of us and for a moment my concern shifts form my embarrassment to Sarah’s wellbeing as she’s wheezing. What I quickly realize is the sound that I associated with her unable to breathe was in fact her being unable to laugh. As soon as she gets a full lungful of air, she lets out cackles and cackles of laughter. I set my head down and feel my forehead on her shoulder as honestly, I can’t get MORE embarrassed.

She finally starts talking around her gales of laughter “So… hah… doe this mean…. Hahah… mean you like me Nick?”

I go to answer her but at the same time she raises one of her legs and inadvertently rubs her thigh up between my legs. On my penis that had again snuck out. I gasp and roll away from her, realizing my estimation at not being able to get more embarrassed was wrong. I’m fairly sure my blush has moved all the way down from my face to the soles of my feet. As soon as I untangle myself from Sarah I roughly pull my pants up and zip myself away. After shoving myself back into my sweatshirt I turn to leave the cubicle when I feel Sarah’s hand on my shoulder, turning me around.

Sarah’s eyes tell me that she still finds this situation amusing, but at least she’s not laughing any longer. “Nick, I’m sorry. As soon as I had you take your shirt off I thought that might happen. I figured we’re going to be working close to each other and even living with one another, so why not see if you’re really attracted to me. In a way where nature doesn’t lie. To be honest, I’m surprised you lasted that long as most guys get hard as soon as the girl kneels in front of them!”

I want to stay angry, but while I don’t see complete honesty on her face, I can at least see that Sarah is being earnest. I finally nod and as we exit jokingly say “Okay, fine. I forgive you. But sometime this week I get to see your breasts!”

Sarah’s response is almost enough to stop me in my tracks as she answers quickly and without humor. “Okay. Deal.”

I simply let that go, hoping for it to be true, ready for it to be more dry humor. While in Gip, with my measurements on hand, Sarah picks out a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt for me. Nothing special, and I’m fairly sure she picked them out because they were both on sale.

When we walked out with only the one outfit, and not even any underwear or socks, I don’t question Sarah and instead follow her into Forever 22. My suspicion that they didn’t have any men’s clothing was quickly confirmed when we move to the back of the store and she starts looking at panties. I try to find some space that’s appropriate to look at, but if I’m not looking at Sarah riffle through panty after panty after panty, I’m looking at panties myself, or stockings, or the sales lady who’s practically glaring at me, or other customers. I finally settle on keeping my eye on Sarah but I’m mentally doing nothing but urging her on. I thought we were shopping for me!?

By the time we leave Forever 22, we have a full bag of panties, little socks, stockings of various colors and types, full sets of pantyhose, garter belts, and bras enough to match all of that. With our Sephos haul I’m not carrying six bags. And still we’re not done. As the day wears on we end up having to head back to the car twice more to drop off purchase. It seems that Sarah is buying a whole new wardrobe for this other girl streamer. Skirts galore, with all kinds of tops from slinky looking camis to bulky colorful sweaters. We have sleep wear from teddies and nighties and from robes to silk PJs. And then there are the shoes. No less than three stores were raided on our shoe binge. Tennies, flats, and heels. All kinds of colors and qualities.

Once we load the last of it into the mustang, we head back in. I check the big clock in the mall courtyard and see that it’s almost four o’clock. I nod, assuming her other streamer is just now getting to the salon while we continue to shop until one of drops. When we turn into Clair Bairs, I recognize this as a mall staple. It seems all little girls go into this place to get their ears pierced. I look through all the cheap costume jewelry and see that Sarah has picked out a basic pair of bejeweled studs in pink. When she comes up to the counter she asks “How long to get a piercing?”

The lady there smiles pleasantly and says she can get Sarah back immediately. We both walk back to the chair and I start looking around at all the other equipment they have there when Sara clears her throat loudly. Turning I see her nod her head at the chair. When I don’t move she smiles and says through clenched teeth “Sit down. We’re late and need to run.”

I look from Sarah to the clerk to the earrings and back to Sarah. If she hasn’t established several times today that she didn’t tolerate me questioning her I’d double check, but when I sit down I see that she did in fact want me to get my ears pierced. It doesn’t really hurt much and a few moments the clerk is holding up a mirror so I can see both my earlobes with those pink jeweled studs. Without an option that I can see I put on a **** smile and nod my approval. Only when we walk out do I ask “What the hell? Couldn’t you tell me I was going to get my ears pierced before we walked in? I mean…. I could have at least picked out something a little less obvious. And even then, isn’t it more appropriate for a guy to only get one ear pierced?”

Sarah doesn’t respond and instead just hip checks me as we head down the final wing of the mall that we hadn’t been in. I hear the clock well behind us bong four o’clock just as she turns and guides us into a small salon. “Marci, we’re here! Ready to get working!?”