Her sixth sense

Setting the erotic thoughts of those guys finding her aside was hard, but her sixth sense told her it was for the better, and she wasn't about to ignore that. She bolted upright, her breasts jumping at the sudden movement, and ducked back into the aisle she had come from, trying to step quietly as she carefully worked her way back to the door.

As she peeked around the end of the aisle, another pleasurable twinge coursed through her. Here she was, playing cat-and-mouse, in public, with some unsavory guys! The thought thrilled her, the rush of teasing them to the point of following her mixing with her lust, threatening to cloud her mind. With some effort, she pushed the thoughts aside before they could continue, warily darting into the next set of shelving.

After what seemed an eternity, but was, in reality, only a few moments, she slipped back into the mall proper, immediately turning towards a small throng of people milling about. She heard a couple of faint gasps as she ducked behind the throng, and relished the attention yet again, feeling her skin flush, as she ducked around a corner. As she did, she caught the faintest glimpse of the guys popping back into the mall, casting about for her, but she was gone.

She hurried down a few more storefronts before ducking into another one, enjoying the sensations of her rapid pace. The jiggle of her ass, the hefty bounce of her breasts, the cool breeze on her hot skin, curling about her left nipple...

That snapped her gaze downward, and only then did she realize her left breast had come free of her blouse. That explained the gasps, and sent another wave of warmth coursing through her. As she tucked her breast back into her blouse, she couldn't help but pinch that hard, pink nub between her finger and thumb, a faint gasp escaping her mouth as her nipple throbbed in response. She quickly pried her hand away from her nipple, and glanced about the shop she had entered.

She grinned as she realized she had entered a clothing store, one of those big department kinds that carried just about everything. Since she was here, she might as well get some of that shopping out of the way. She'd pick up those short skirts and tight, extra-low-cut tops that had been dancing through her mind, and use the dressing room to make a few more alterations.