You stay and show him

You hear the neediness in the electronic shop clerk's voice and turn on your heel, stopping your exit. You grin crookedly at him, your blonde bangs nearly in your eyes.

"Well, maybe I could give you a bit of a sneak preview!" you gleam, toying with the loosened knot of his necktie. Your eyes hover over the display of cameras on the display case before you. You pluck a billiard ball-sized orb and heft it in one delicate hand.

"Can you hook up one of those notebooks to receive this cam?" you ask coyly, cocking your head and touching the silver webcam with your temple.

"No problem, miss! I believe the software is already installed on this one!" The techy geek smiles with newfound confidence, grabbing one and undoing the security device.

"Goody!" you gush girlishly, noticing the feed from the notebook's own built-in webcam was logged into various flatscreens around the store. "Now, you take that notebook into the washroom and tell me how the feed looks!"

You look at the clerk and see he is crestfallen at the thought of being separated from you during your show. You take his chin in your free hand and whisper to him, "Don't worry, I'll give you a show you'll never forget!''

You see his spirits rise and give him a swat on his slim behind.

"Hurry now! We don't have much time!" you urge. You try not to giggle as you see him tuck the notebook under his arm like a football and charge for a door towards the back of the store.

You take the wireless webcam with you and enter a small office, sitting in the cushioned chair after setting the orb on the desktop. You stare into the webcam's eye, undoing the delicate top buttons of the sundress that are doing what they can to harness your bouncy boobs.

You look past the cam and see the image of the geeky clerk intently watching you while sitting on a toilet in the employee washroom projected on many of the store's widescreens.

The now loose straps of your sundress fall down your shoulders, revealing your grapefruit-sized titties and their dark nipples. You flick the nipples with the fingers that are holding your boobs up, and draw one close enough to your mouth that you manage to lick one nipple with the tip of your tongue.

That action causes the clerk onscreen to undo his trousers and shove them to his knees. Happy to have a captive audience, you kick the table legs of the desk with your feet and roll the wheeled chair back, pushing all of your body into his field of view. You stand up, allowing the filmy fabric to slowly slip down your belly, over your smooth hips, along your long tan legs, to puddle at your feet.

You see the clerk's eyes go wide as he sees you spectacularly nude. His hands go into his boxers and haul out his six-inch long boner.

As you watch the clerk start a hurried jackhammering of his cock, your hands dive to the newly shaven crotch as you swing your legs over the armrests of the chair. You reach forward and pull the cam closer to the desk edge, giving the clerk a better view as you peel apart the petals of your pussylips. You also notice that the few in the store are now astounded by the graphic footage of the masturbation before them. It looks like some women are trying to find the store management.

You dig deeper, bringing yourself to climax with the excitement of it all. Your little display in the quiet office is going unobserved as mall security and store management head for the back of the store.

You buck in delight as white light floods the screen as the unwitting clerk is hauled out of the lavatory and through the electronics shop.

You pull yourself out of the chair and redress, just in time to see the poor geek unceremoniously escorted out of the store, his slacks still loose around his legs. He looks at you questioningly. All you can do is blow him a kiss as he disappears from view. You are glad he undid the securty device on the webcam as you drop it in your handbag.