You spy something unusual on the way

As you saunter down the mall esplanade, you smile sweetly at the elderly men pretending not to ogle you as they swap tales on the benches provided by the Stone Wall Mall. You feel your golden hair bounce against your bare shoulders as you move breezily along, eager to get your day of naughtiness started.

As you head toward the wing of the shopping mall that contains both Seers and Spenser's, you spy an odd array of equipment in a quiet area near the base of a set of stairs. You also spy a very cute Asian young man dealing with what could only be a potential customer. The salesman barely looks nineteen, with a thick shock of blue-black hair that spikes up off the crown of his head quite cutely. He is thin, not much taller than yourself, with a very sweet smile. You grin evilly, deciding to pick him as your first target for your exhibitionistic desires.

You decide to find out a little more about what he is doing, and disappear behind a few potted palms. As you sip at the straw of the diet soda you picked up along the way, you peer through the slats of the fronds.

He seems to be earnestly trying to talk the middle-aged man before him into trying one of the machines surrounding the two of them. You glance at the three devices as you listen to his sales pitch. They almost look like tanning beds at first, the long cushioned benches show partially from the raised hoods above them.

You watch as he finally convinces the man to try what apparently is supposed to be a very relaxing massager. The customer empties his pockets of keys and change and hands them to your mark for safekeeping as the man sits on a stool to take off his shoes. The salesman then helps the man lie face down on the massage table-like open-faced cushion. The handsome young Asian then lowers the hood above and starts the machine.

You slowly walk around one of the machines, seeing 'AQUA-MASSAGER' emblazoned in blue on the silver hood of one unused unit. Still out of sight of your target, you see blue jets of water shoot out inside the top of the hood the man is under. The repetitive jets beat against the man through a shroud of vinyl, the customer of course feeling nothing but a relaxing massage.

You've learned enough. Now is the time to make your move, especially with an added bonus, a captive audience.

You approach the handsome young Asian from behind, watching as he idly plays with what must be another one of his products, a rolling massager of polished wood.

"Wow! That must feel wonderful!" you exclaim, brushing your hand along the whooshing machine the middle-aged man is confined in. You know the man is getting an eyeful of your long bare legs as you walk by him. His head is pointed down and in your direction.

Momentarily startled by your breathy voice, the salesman turns around to face you. You see him catch his breath as he takes you in. You know your unfettered breasts and golden thighs are barely concealed from view in this skimpy flowered sundress.

"Oh, yes, miss, it does indeed!" he smiles toothily, at last able to speak. "Feel!" He takes the opportunity to roll the wooden ball bearings along the nape of your delicate neck.

"Mm.. that does feel dreamy!" you purr, rolling your head this way and that, pretending to really get into the massage.

Your soft pink lips curl at one end of yor mouth as you see his other customer has managed to turn his head sideways on the cushioned headrest. He watches your every undulation in earnest as he gets worked on.

"Mmm.." you mewl, swaying your shoulders for the benefit of the trapped man, knowing your high round boobs are swaying back and forth in the flimsy frock.

"What I really was referring to is that machine that nice man is in!" you say with a big bright smile to the still intently ogling massage customer. "I'd really love to try that out!"

"Why, surely, miss!" the salesman smiles, happy for another customer so soon after the first. "Why don't we go over her.." he points you in the direction of the far machine. You instead head for the machine that is opened away from the mall corridor, and towards the already Aqua-Massaging gentleman.

"Mind if I use this one?" you ask innocently, one hand softly settling on the raised top. That position only helps to arch your back, presenting you with your chest thrust forward, your butt arched out in back.

The salesman can only nod his head as he stares at your centerfold attributes. You thought you heard a mild expletive from the massaging man as he continues to watch and you try not to giggle.

"Now, let's see.." you say as you perch yourself on the edge of the massage machine. "I take these things off.." You feel both men's eyes go to your hands as you undo the straps and ease your pretty, pedicured feet out of the straw platform sandals they've been in.

"Yes.." the young Asian answers, apparently already mesmerized by what he sees.

'Just wait, mister!' you think to yourself.

Then you get back to your feet and non-chalantly slip each thin strap of your sundress off of it's respective shoulder and let the lightweight shift puddle at your now bare feet.

The Asian's dark eyes go wide as you hear the middle-aged man exclaim "Fuck me!"

You feel both pairs of eyes take in your dusky nipples, centered on milky triangles of flesh that glow against the tanned background of the rest of your chest. Your browned belly heaves from the excitement you feel in front of your audience. Another milky triangle glows from between your legs, as your near-hairless pussymound is exposed as well, for your panties have stayed home with your bra today.

The salesman gains his composure long enough to announce, "Miss, please, you cannot do that right here in the mall!" He bends down to pick up your frock and hand it to you. You do not accept it.

"But I thought the best way to get a massage is to be nude!" you pipe, wide-eyed and innocent, one hand to your upper chest.

"But..but.. not here.. in the middle of the mall!" he answers back, disbelieving, waving your dress, still clutched in his hand. He glances around. So far, nobody's noticed.

"Oh.. you are just being silly!" you giggle at him. "You don't mind, do you, sir?" you ask the still massaging gentleman across from you.

"Shit no, honey!" he exclaims. Then he glances to the salesman. "Why don't you just let her do as she wants? Once she's tucked inside no one will notice a thing!"

You can see the salesman pondering the validity of what he is saying. He turns to you and says, "Okay, miss. Please lay on your belly and tuck your arms and legs in!"

You smile happily at him and turn to do so.

"I think I may need this as well!" you say, grabbing the rolling massager from him and tucking it between your legs as you lie down.

The exasperated salesman doesn't know what to do with you, so he simply lowers the hood of the machine and starts your massage.

You writhe your naked body slowly under the pounding waves of the machine. The feeling is exquisite. The rolling balls rub your pussylips, stimulate your swelling clitty.

"Mmmm, mmm," you begin to pant. You grin as you can just see the salesman and his other customer from your pinned position.

"Oh, God, this feels soooo good!" you exclaim, mainly for the benefit of the two watching men. You slowly undulate inside the confined space, enjoying doing this in the middle of a shopping mall.

"Oh, yes, like that! Ohhh it feels so fuckin' good!" you softly curse. You look upwards. You notice a few young men on the staircase must be able to hear your words. You moan more for their benefit. "Oh, like that! Yeah, uhhh, it feels soo good, mmmm... nice and deep.." The rolling balls start making you juice. Your spoken words are starting to turn even you on.

"Oh God! Oh God! I think I'm going to come!" you bleat, your face red and sweaty. Like the two men watching you, their mouths open.

"Please, miss! Don't do this!" the salesman begs, one last time. You see him grasp the bulge in his baggy khakis. A small point of wetness shows on the front of his slacks.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" you moan with a passionate caterwaul as the middle-aged man's massager stops and pops open. You watch as the man quietly redresses. A large stain is on his dark slacks. You smile at him as he takes his leave.

Your massager soon stops and you sit up.

"Could you hand me my dress, please?" you ask sweetly.

The salesman does so, trying to avoid eye contact.

"How much do I owe you?" you ask, reaching for your tiny purse.

"Uh, no..no charge, miss!" he says, flustered, trying not to watch as you re-cover yourself.

"Thanks, sweetie!" you rasp in his ear before you give him a parting kiss.