Shoe shopping

Sally didn't really need any new shoes, but really, where else would she get perfect strangers to be inches from her soaked, thong covered snatch? She could feel herself get wetter at the thought of it, and a quick check of the flimsy material covering her soon-to-be exposed pussy let her know how hot and wet she really was; hell, the fabric squished with her juice and her finger tip was soaked at the touch.

Inside, the mall was bustling with activity. She picked a good day to be inside, and the cool air conditioned environment made her braless tits perk up and her nipples became diamonds, tenting the thin material of her sundress instantly.

Sally saw two options right inside the door: Brown's and some swanky place named The Fit. Brown's had two guys inside, both of them looked bored, but the shoe-fitting seats faced the glass front of the store. The Fit had a preppy boy and girl inside, both looking equally as bored, but the girl was openly avoiding the male clerk. Sally noted that the fitting benches were a little more private in The Fit; she couldn't even see them from the front of the store.