The Mall

Things had been going fine. Barry had stopped by the mall to pick up an anniversary present for his wife, Ellen, and was headed to te exit when a girl of 19 or 20 stepped out of Victoria's Secrets. If she had crossed his path he might not have even noticed her, but apparently they were heading to the same place.

She was a petite girl, but she had an ass that didn't stop. She almost looked painted into her tight jeans, which swished with each movement of her hips. There was a quarter sized hole just a finger's width to the right of her ass crack, and through it he could see bare ass cheek.

Barry watched that sexy ass strut for a moment, and couldn't help but imagine pulling those jeans down and burying his face between her cute little cheeks. That was the only thought on his mind when he realized she was looking over her shoulder at him.

Horrified, he tried to look away, but was relieved a moment later to hear her giggle, not call him out for being a perv. Around that same time he realized his cock had pitched a tent across the front of his khakis.

As his eyes went back to her ass, he knew he was going to have to take care of this problem before he went home. He was coming up on the mall's food court restroom, but he also didn't want to stop following that ass. He was trying to burn it into his memory, at least until he could jerk off to it.