You can't help yourself

A new laptop? Any laptop? Yours was an old hand-me-down. A new gaming computer would be an amazing buy...

"Okay, fine. Yeah, I could use a laptop. Where's the closest electronics store?"

The man smiles. "We have something," he wiggles the bag for emphasis, "to take care of first."

A shot of adrenaline rushes through you. 50/50. This is a huge risk. But it feels so thrilling. It's like riding a rollercoaster but 10 times better.

"Where?" you ask.

"Come with me."

He leads you to an elevator. Once inside, he waits for the door to close, then holds the door close button and presses the button next to the 3.

"Doesn't the mall only have 2 floors?" you ask him, but as he pulls his hand away the button is lit, obviously activated.

"I used to know a guy who worked here. Have you ever noticed the glass above the walkways?"

You'd never really thought about it, but now that he mentioned it, you did recall seeing what he was talking about.

As the elevator doors opened, you could see a huge, partially-finished room. It seemed to stretch almost the entire length of the mall. It held lots of boxes and supplies, and was obviously meant for storage, and to make cleaning the glass that the lights were above possible.

He stepped forward, pulling you along until he was standing on the glass. "Don't worry, it's reinforced. It's meant to be walked on, otherwise the cleaning staff couldn't do their job."

Cautiously, you stepped forward into the glass. Below, you can see mall-goers walking from store to store. Hundreds of them, maybe 2 stories below you.

"Before we begin," the man says, pulling something from his bag once again. "Put this on."

He handed it to you. It's a blindfold. You take one last look at the hundreds of people below. Who knows what he was about to do. If any one of the throngs of people look up during this, they would see you, clear as day.

Taking in a sharp breath, as though about to leap into a pool, you pull the blindfold over your eyes and tie it behind your head.

You hear the man move in front of you. "You're not cheating, are you?" You get the sense he's testing the blindfold by perhaps waving his hand in front of you or something similar.

You gulp, your heart racing again as you respond. "Nope, I really can't see anything."

"Perfect.". You feel his hands grab his jacket and remove it from you. You hear the rustling of fabric. His hands return to you, touching your sides at the hip. They linger there a moment before being removed again. His hands touch your shoulders lightly. You feel him find the straps of your tank top and begin to slowly push them off your shoulders. He stops as they drop, no longer supporting your top. Now it's covering your bra simply due to friction.

He grabs the top trim and lowers it, uncovering your bra. He doesn't stop though until your tank top is below your waist and drops to the floor. He places a hand on your belly and you feel him kiss it softly.

His kisses work slowly upward. As he moves, his hands travel to your back. They meet just behind your breasts, and in one deft move, he unslasps your bra. He lets that, too drop to the floor. His kisses continue upwards, between your breasts until he makes it to your neck. His kisses slowly transform into soft suckling as he works his way to the side of your neck. You can't help but moan softly.

His hands return to your front, reaching for your waist just below your belly button. You feel him unclasp the button on your shorts and unzip them. One more time, he works the item of clothing slowly from your body until it hits the floor.

You're naked.

In full view of hundreds of people.

And you can't tell if anyone is looking at you.

By now, your heart is pounding hard, you can hear it. In fact, it's the only thing you can hear.

He takes both of your hands, leading you forward. You step over your clothing. He takes you several more steps before he stops.

"Get on your hands and knees," he commands. You find yourself on your hands and knees. "Press your breasts against the floor." You feel the cold, hard glass on your soft chest. You hear the man walk over and get down on the floor behind you. You feel the tip of the dildo once again at your entrance.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want it inside me."

You feel it press into you. It feels exquisite. Your excitement is somehow making it feel even better than before.

"Tell me what you want." He sounds almost like he's straining, the anticipation must be getting to him as much as it is to you.

"I want to feel it cum in me."

The dildo moves slightly inside you. It seems to get thicker.

"Take it all!" he groans.

The dildo begins to move violently inside of you, almost like it's twitching. Each time it does, you feel it shooting hot, sticky globs deep into you. The fluid is hotter than before -- much hotter.

Suddenly it clicks. You quickly remove your blindfold and look back. The man is just as naked as you are, his crotch lined up with yours. His head is thrown back in pleasure. The dildo is nowhere to be found -- probably still in the jacket pocket.

As his dick continues to pump you full of semen, you begin to cum.