Lusty housewife shows it off at the mall.
by christo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Linda woke up with her husband and made him coffee while he showered. She put the cup on his dresser and went back to the kitchen to make him his breakfast. An omelet filled with ham, cheese, and onion, whole wheat toast, orange juice, and more coffee. When he came downstairs he ate and read the paper while Linda did the dishes. He finished his breakfast, checked his briefcase, and picked up the suitcase she packed for him the night before.
"What time will you be back?" she asked.
"Eleven o'clock, tomorrow," he answered, and left without another word, or a kiss, or a goodbye. He was gone.
"Thank Christ," Linda whispered.
She was free. For only 24 hours, but she was free. Free to finally give in to the desires that nagged at her every single day, desires she knew had to be slaked eventually. Today would be the day. She was so excited she ran upstairs to shower and dress.
After she showered Linda tried to take her time getting ready, trying to give her brain a chance to overrule her pussy. She sat at her dressing table applying her makeup deliberately, slowly, but it was no use. When her husband told her he would be out of town for a meeting her desire, kept under wraps for so long, flared up like a storm inside her. For four years she had acceded to her dullard of a husband's wishes, long enough that she hoped her urges were put away for good. Ha. Today was the first day he would be guaranteed to be gone for an entire day and she had everything planned, planned to itch the scratch that tormented her.
She was, at 37, still a beautiful woman. She combed her thick, lustrous black hair until it shimmered in the light. Her husband preferred her to wear her hair pulled back in a chic, lacquered bun, but today she let it fall about her shoulders in a soft, sensuous curtain. She applied her makeup expertly to bring out her baby blue eyes and high cheekbones. She painted her nails the same dark red that she used on her lips, a color that her husband would think too lewd, but it made Linda feel sexy. She looked great, hot, alluring. When she was younger she could have had her pick of men. But she waited too long, waiting for the perfect match, and when she did marry it was for money, and the hope that something like love might develop. That dream was long dead. But new dreams developed, and today she would try to make a few come true.
She stood in front of her fulllength mirror, admiring her nude body. The long legs that were her mother's dearest gift to her, her stomach, relentlessly flattened by thousands of situps. She gently caressed her breasts, teasing her soft nipples with her fingertips until they hardened into tight brown points, and she cooed softly with delight. Her breasts had given her some grief in her life, never measuring up to the rest of her, too small, too soft and droopy.
But look at them now. They were magnificent. After a year of pleading her husband had finally agreed to let her have the augmentation surgery. He hated the idea, but after seeing the results he stopped bitching. She had searched for months for the best plastic surgeon in the state, and the one she'd found had done wonderful work. Her 34B's were now flawless 36C's, big enough to instantly catch a man's attention, yet not so freakishly huge that you instantly thought "silicone". They didn't stick straight out, they still looked ripe and heavy, their weight gave them just the right amount of jiggle when she walked. The surgery had been painful, but the thrill of seeing men stare with lust at her tits more than mitigated any pain she'd felt. She couldn't wait to feel that delicious sense of power again.
She was already wet between her legs. She shaved herself a few weeks before, leaving just a bikini stripe above her vulva. She was ready to go. It didn't take her long to dress. Black thigh high stockings. A black miniskirt cut just a hair above "scandalous". A pale blue silk blouse that brought out her eyes, almost sheer enough to see her nipples through. She left the first three buttons undone, enough to show the first cool inch of her deep cleavage. She stepped into her black high heels. She looked gorgeous, hot, sexy, provocative, a headturner. Her husband would have exploded to see her tarted up like this. Linda felt alive for the first time in months, years. She filled a black leather purse with the items she would need for her adventure, and she was off.
She drove her Mercedes across town, to a suburban shopping district far away from her home, far away from where anyone knew her. She pulled into the parking lot of a huge indoor shopping mall. It was 10AM, the stores were just opening. She walked confidently across the lot. She was ready.
When did this craving begin, this need to expose herself to men? She could give the exact date. It was her birthday, her parents threw her a pool party to celebrate. She was changing into a new bikini, hoping to impress some young man who worked for her father, she couldn't even remember what he looked like anymore. She was in her parents bedroom, so she could see how she looked in their big mirror.
The door suddenly flew open, and Mr. Palmer, her next door neighbor, walked in. To use the bathroom maybe. She never found out why. He stopped and jerked back in surprise, Linda hurriedly covered her breasts with her arm, her vagina with her hand. She thought he would turn around and go. But he didn't. He stayed. He stared at her. Mr. Palmer was in his 50's, a big bearlike man who loved working on his antique car. Linda had never had a sexual thought about him in her life. But now he was staring at her, not embarrassed, not leering, just admiring her. She let her arm fall away, moved her hand away from her groin. He looked her like he was admiring a painting by a great master, drinking her in. He smiled, said, "So beautiful," and left.
Linda closed and locked the door behind him, reached down between her legs, touched her clit, and had the biggest orgasm of her life. And from that day on, she loved, LOVED, to show her body to men, boys, anyone who would look at her and drool She couldn't do it as often as she liked, the risks were too great, to her reputation, to her marriage. But she couldn't resist. She couldn't give a fuck about her marriage. Today she would seek out places she'd never been to before, out of the way places, where she could find the right mix of crowds and privacy.
Her first stop was an athletic shoe store. It was perfect, just two pimply teenage boys working, only one customer inside, an elderly man examining walking shoes. She walked in the store and a tall boy with long blond hair smiled nervously and asked, "Hi, can I help you?" His eyes fell on her breasts and stayed there, and Linda reveled in his obvious attention.
"I'd like to try on a pair of New Balance running shoes, six 6 1/2?"
"Which ones?" the salesboy asked.
"Um, these ones?" She stretched and pointed with her fingernail at an aqua shoe on the top shelf. Her full breasts strained against the tight silk blouse, and when she looked back the salesboy's eyes were big as dinner plates.
"Sure, sure, I'll see if we have them," he said. His face was flushed red, and Linda felt her pussy warm.
She sat, smoothing out her skirt. A young woman pushing a baby carriage came into the store. An audience. Linda stretched her long legs out and crossed them. The boy came back with her shoes and Linda asked, "Could you lace them for me?"
"Sure." He sat on a stool in front of her and Linda lifted her top leg and slowly uncrossed them. The boys eyes zoomed in on her legs and Linda kept her legs parted. He was fumbling with the laces and Linda took the hem of her skirt in her fingers and lifted it just a few inches, high enough to show the boy a perfect view of her naked pussy.
The excitement flowed through Linda. The boy stood there frozen in place, the mother with her baby was just behind him, facing the wall. He stared at her pussy, totally shocked and amazed at what he was seeing. He looked up at Linda and she let him see just the hint of a smile on her lips, her way of saying, "Yes, I wanted you to see that." She lowered her skirt and took the shoe from his trembling hand. "Thank you, honey," she whispered.
He ran off to talk to his friend while Linda walked a few steps in the new shoe. She didn't give a fuck if they fit, but she wanted to keep up appearances. She was just looking for shoes, nothing wrong with that. The two boys were staring at her and whispering to each other.
"How did that fit?" the second boy asked her, ignoring his customer. The blond boy was right behind him.
"Too tight. Can I try those Nike's there?"
"I'll get them!" the second boy said. The blond boy moved off to the side and just stared at her. Linda recrossed her legs and let him look.
The young mother asked the blond boy, "Do you sell Tretorns?"
"What?"
"Tretorns. They're canvas tennis shoes, casual."
"No, no, we don't"
Linda said, "Oh, I love those. You know what, I think Sears sells them."
"Oh, thank you!" she said and trundled off with her baby. Linda was alone with the two boys.
"Here you go!" the salesboy said returning with her shoes. He was too enthusiastic, too cocky. Linda decided not to go any further with them, they weren't quite right. She tried on the shoe, giving both boys another free peek at her pussy. She took a few steps and stopped in front of a mirror to see how the shoe looked on her. She bent over to squeeze the toes, checking the fit, and gave both boys a great view of her ass. She turned around and both boys looked like zombies.
"I don't think so. I think I'll wait." She handed the shoe back to the blond boy and slipped on her black heel. "Thank you for your help."
They looked stricken, they wanted her to stay, but the didn't know what they could do to keep her there. Linda walked out and turned left, heading down the mall. Her visit would be the high point of their year, they would tell everyone who worked there about the hot chick who came in and flashed her beaver at them. But she wasn't interested in jerking them off, or giving them blowjobs. Not them. She wasn't ready yet.
She went to a jewelry store and asked the portly, 50ish salesman if he had anything with sapphires. He brought her five fine rings and Linda leaned down to give him a view of her tits. He tried to ignore her, Linda saw his eyes going everywhere but where they wanted, but her nipples were hard and showing through her blouse and a thin sheen of sweat broke out above his upper lip. She wanted to lean over the counter and lick it off, but instead she just thanked him for his time and, when he offered his hand, she took it in both of hers and let her nails play with the hairs on his wrist. He managed a weak smile and Linda thought about it, but again decided he would not be first. Not quite right.
She loved it, she exulted in the power she had over men, power she wasn't allowed to use when her husband was around. He wanted her dressed fashionably, but nothing sexy, nothing alluring. She was his second wife, his trophy wife. He was 15 years her senior. Soon he would cut her loose and take up with an even younger woman. All his business associates followed the same pattern. What would she do when she had her freedom, she wondered.
She'd tear things up.
She went to a fashionable clothing store that catered to teens and young adults. A perky young girl wished her good morning and Linda smiled a reply. She strolled through the store, finding a pair of dark blue leather pants she loved. She held them up, checking the size, the price, when she saw him. God, he was gorgeous. Maybe six foot four, short black dreadlocks, skin like café au lait. He was folding sweaters by the dressing rooms, perfect!
She took the pants and walked over to him. "Hi, could I try these on?" He responded as she hoped, instantly revved up. "Sure, please, come with me." She followed him through the doorway leading to the dressing rooms and when he opened the stall for her he said, "If you need another size, just ask. My name is Darius."
Darius, what a sexy name. She slithered out of her miniskirt and put on the pants. They fit her like a second skin, and even went well with her light blue blouse. "Darius?" she called out.
"Yes?" he said through the door.
Linda slowly opened the door. "Can I ask your opinion?"
He smiled. He was so cool, so confident. He was attracted to her, she could tell, and he stepped close, letting his body fill the door frame, trying to dominate her. Well, lets see what happened. "My opinion on what?"
"Do these pants look silly on me? Too young?"
He slowly shook his head and smiled. "Not at all. They look fabulous on you."
"Is that a sales pitch?" she teased.
"I'm not supposed to tell customers they look 'fabulous'. Not in our sales script.
She wanted to fuck him. She wanted to fuck him but there wasn't time, or room. "Thank you, I think I'll take them." And before he could close the door, she unbuttoned the pants, unzipped them, pulled them over her hips.
Darius stood there, his calm and cool demeanor shattered. He swallowed, licked his lips. He was staring at her pussy, at her tits. Linda took his hand and Darius let her gently pull him into the dressing room.
"Darius. Can you be quiet?" she asked as she unbuckled his belt.
"Uh, yeah." His head was pointing straight down, watching her unzip him.
"I couldn't stay quiet. I want to fuck you so much, you are so gorgeous, but I'd be screaming my head off. And I want you now. So don't make too much noise, OK?"
He nodded dumbly. Linda got his pants down around his ankles and reached in her purse and pulled out a tube of hand lotion. She filled her left hand with the lotion and used her right to pull down his boxers. He was long but not too thick, and lighter in color than the rest of his body. Linda was glad she'd decided not to fuck him. She was saving her pussy for a monster cock, a cock she knew where to find. But Darius no doubt could please a woman with his dick, and Linda set about pleasuring him. She wrapped her left hand around his penis and coated him with lotion and began pumping. She cupped his balls with her other hand and caressed him while her fist flew up and down his cock.
True to his word, Darius didn't make any noise. His mouth hung open and he was breathing like a long distance runner. "You're fucking hung," Linda said in a barely audible whisper. She wanted him to come fast, so she stood up on tiptoes and he leaned down a bit and she kissed him, driving her tongue into his mouth, and when he did the same her lips closed and she sucked his tongue. He moaned a bit and Linda pulled back just as he started to come. She pointed his cock away from her and his semen shot out and splattered against the wall. She kept masturbating him until his cock finally softened in her gentle grip.
He threw his head back and exhaled slowly. "I loved that," Linda said.
"Why, why did you do this?" he whispered.
"Because I wanted to." She put on her skirt, stepped into her heels. "I think I'll pass on the pants for now. Don't worry, I wasn't going to buy them now anyway, so you didn't lose a sale! But you'd better clean this room up before you let anyone else in here." She picked up her purse, touched him tenderly on the cheek as he zipped up, and left.
Now she was into it, there was no way she was turning back now. Now she was hungry. She walked the malls aggressively, like a tigress, hunting for prey. She found what she was looking for and almost fainted with lust. It was a computer store, video games and software. There were three college age boys working there, and the one at the register was so adorable.
She walked in and went right to the counter. He saw her and almost jumped back. "Hello, can I help you?" he squeaked.
He was so cute. Tall and skinny, but he had soft blond curls that framed his face like a halo, and the most beautiful blue eyes. A shy boy, obviously, not sure of himself, nothing like Darius, but so delicious. Maybe 20 years old. He should have worn a sign that read, "Hot Buttered Virgin! Get 'em while they're hot!"
She reached over the counter and lifted his nametag so she could read his name. "Justin?"
"Yes, ma'am,"
"Justin, my son wants some game, I don't know what it's called. You run around a maze, you shoot people? No, you don't shoot them, it's another word, it sounds dirty."
"Um, is it 'frag'?"
Linda laughed and touched him on the arm. "That's it! I hate it when I hear him screaming to one of his friends that he just fragged him! Makes me wonder what they're doing in his room."
"I can show you where it is," he said, stepping from behind the counter. Linda followed, yes, she wanted him, she was going to have him in her mouth.
"Here it is," he said, stopping before the display. The shelves were almost six feet high, so they had some privacy.
"It's $44.99?" Linda asked.
"Yes."
"Oh, that's not bad, I thought it would be more than that." Justin smiled, probably relieved that he didn't have to justify the price to another whiny customer. Linda smiled broadly at him and touched him on the elbow again. He blushed bright red, he was so intimidated by her, and she loved it.
"Do you want me to ring you up?" he asked.
Linda's smile vanished. "What, what did you say you wanted to do to me?"
The poor boy almost disintegrated in front of her. He stuttered and stammered, probably afraid that something vile had slipped out. But the Linda laughed out loud and touched his shoulder and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, you said 'ring' me up. Never mind what I thought you said!"
Justin finally took a breath and Linda stepped close to him, still smiling. "Oh, honey, you're as red as a beet!" She let her fingers touch his cheek. "It brings out your eyes, though."
He managed a sick smile. Every time she touched him Justin looked at her fingers and closed his eyes. He was totally captivated by her. She was probably the hottest woman he'd ever been this close to, and Linda turned on all her sex appeal. "Justin, look at me."
He froze in place. "Wha..why?"
"You like me, don't you? You don't just think I'm pretty. It's more than that."
He didn't answer. He didn't need to. He tried to step back away from her but his huge blue eyes were roving all over her, from her eyes to her lips to her cleavage. Linda reached out and circled his wrist with her fingers.
"Maybe we can work something out here. I want to get this game for my son, but I don't really want to spend fifty bucks. How about we make a little deal?"
"I, I can't discount merchandise, I don't have the authority, I can't make the register give the sale price, I..."
She pulled him body against hers, so that their hips were touching. "No, I don't want the sale price. Here's what we do. I'll leave, and in fifteen minutes you tell your coworkers you want to step out for a second. You sneak the game out, I'm sure a clever boy like you knows how to do that, and you bring it to me. And when you give me the game," she reached down and stroked the erection filing his pants, "I'll suck your cock."
He was shaking his head, no, no. "I can't, I can't do that, it's impossible, this is wrong, this is wrong." Linda smiled at him and gripped his dick through his khakis. "Don't worry, I'm not a cop, I'm not store security. I don't want to get you into trouble. I want the game, and I want to feel you come in my mouth."
She told him where to meet him. "I'll wait fifteen minutes for you, no longer. I hope you'll be there." She touched his cheek and walked out of the store. She couldn't believe that the men she passed along the way couldn't smell her cunt. She was sopping wet.
She went to the department store where she told Justin to meet her and browsed through the women's suits. The two saleswomen there asked if she needed help and Linda grinned and said, "No, just dreaming." They went back to chatting and cleaning racks. Linda checked her watch. She was sure Justin would come, with or without the game. Either way she would suck him. She wanted a man in her mouth so bad, she wanted cock, she wanted her lips wrapped around another person and to wield the terrible power she knew she possessed. If he didn't come, she'd have to find someone else, and she was hungry NOW. She'd just pick someone and blow them right where they stood. But she wanted Justin. So shy, and innocent, and beautiful.
She flipped through a few racks, waiting, waiting. And then there he was, those blonde curls bouncing. He looked back and forth, hope and terror in his eyes. When he saw her he smiled weakly, obviously overwhelmed. She wiggled a finger to beckon him closer and then motioned with her head at the dressing rooms. She went in first, and he followed a few seconds later.
He brought the game! He'd been willing to risk his job for her. He held a bag in front on him like a dog bringing a ball back to its master. "Thank you, honey," she said, and she kissed him softly on the lips. "Do you still want me to suck your cock?"
He nodded, then shook his head. "If you don't want to, you don't have to."
"A deal is a deal. You brought the game, I have to hold up my end of the bargain." She reached down and undid his belt and unzipped him. "Besides, I want to so much!"
She pulled down his pants and briefs. His penis was beautiful, shorter than Darius, but thicker, and smooth and pink as soapstone. His pubic hair was blonde and wispy. "Justin, has a woman ever sucked your penis before?"
He shook his head despairingly. "My girlfriend, I guess she's my girlfriend, she doesn't do things like that. We don't...have sex."
Linda gently steered him to the bench, and once he was seated she knelt between his legs. "Get rid of her. Justin, you are so hot, you have to have sex with girls. You have to."
She licked her lips, this was going to be so good. She extended her tongue and swirled it all around his head, getting him slick with saliva, and then she took his entire shaft into her mouth, then did it again, and again, and again. She deepthroated him for 10 seconds, then licked his cock from balls to tip, lolling her tongue around the glans again like it was a lollypop. The poor boy was in shock, his muscles locked in a kind of rigor. His penis was hard as marble and tasted delicious. But she wanted his come, so she resumed sucking him deep, bobbing her head up and down, the wet sucking sounds turning her on even more. She was ready for him to come so she finished him. She batted the tip of his cock with her tongue while she tickled his balls with her nails and sucked his length.
"Oh, no!" he cried softly. He came in a torrent, his thick semen pouring down her throat. She swallowed every ounce, except for one blast she let spill on her cheek. He was everything she wanted, his come was so hot and thick and delicious. She finally let him go and smiled at him. "Are you OK, honey?"
He shook his head. "No. I've never felt like that before, I'm, it was so..."
"Wonderful?"
He nodded. "And scary?" she said. He nodded again. "That's what sex is like. Justin, look at me." His eyes met hers. "Get rid of that girlfriend. Meet girls and if you like them have sex with them. Do you think I could have any man I wanted?" He nodded. "I saw you, and I had to have you. Other women may think that way too. Give us a chance. Get rid of her."
It seemed like he was a bit better. She stood and helped him to his feet and helped him dress. "Go on now, and take this with you," she handed him the game back.
"I thought you wanted it for your son?" he said.
She smiled. "I don't have a son, darling." She shooed him out of the dressing room, done with him and wanting him gone. He left, and Linda waited a minute before leaving herself.
The two saleswomen looked at Linda suspiciously. They'd probably seen Justin come out and wondered what he was doing there, and now Linda came out having tried nothing on. Linda walked past them and said, "Have a good day." Both women looked at her, shocked and scandalized. Linda waited until she was out of the area before she pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the globs of Justin's thick white come off her cheek and lips. She closed her eyes and savored the looks of horror on their faces. It was a sweet memory she would treasure for a long time.
She decided to leave the mall. She was afraid of attracting too much attention. She walked confidently down the corridor, sneaking a peek in the shoe store where she started to wink at the two boys. She went back to her car to decide her next course of action. She knew where she would end up. Did she want to go there now? No, no she wasn't ready to get fucked just yet. She wanted more, more men to lust for her, more cocks to come for her. She twisted the key in the ignition and revved the engine. The day was young. Lots of time to play.
by christo for Literotica
