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 ï>¿Showing Off at the Mall byShowOffSlutÂ(C)

   Ok, I admit it, I'm an exhibitionist - I love to show my body off,
especially my legs, my butt, and my pussy.  It gets me excited to get
dressed up in slutty, revealing clothes and flaunt my assets in public.  I
guess it all started with teasing boys when I was in high school.  I often
wore short skirts and whenever I did, I noticed that lots of guys would try
to look up my skirt whenever they got the chance.  Some of my friends
thought that guys who did this were perverts, and it weirded them out, but
I found that it actually turned me on when I realized that a guy was
looking up my skirt trying to see my panties.  It made me feel sexy, and as
a result, I started letting guys see my panties on purpose, although at
first I tried to make it seem like an accident.

   Sometimes I'd purposely drop one of my books while I was walking up the
stairs in front of an unsuspecting guy.  I'd wait until he was right behind
me and then I'd bent down to pick up the book giving him a perfect view of
my panties from just a foot or two away.  It made me feel very naughty
inside, but I'd just pick up the book innocently, and continue walking up
the stairs like I had no idea what a show I'd just given him.  Every time I
did something like this I got a tingling sensation in my pussy and the more
I did it, the more I realized how hot it made me. 

   By the time I got to college I was hooked on showing off my body and I
couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted to ...  which I didn't.  It didn't
take long to figure out that most guys are voyeurs at heart and it excited
me to be able to stimulate their fantasies.  It wasn't hard to tell that
they liked looking at me, and the more they enjoyed my shows, the more
excited I got by letting them look at my panties. 

   Because I was enjoying myself so much I was constantly looking for new
ways to turn guys on even more.  I learned a LOT about guys fantasies and
fetishes by spending many hours on-line visiting sites that catered to
people who were into voyeurism, exhibitionism, and other fetishes.  This
site, Literotica, quickly became my favorite.

   Guys, I soon came to realize, have fantasies and fetishes about just
about everything, and although many of their most common fetishes had
little in common with mine, lots of others did.  I spent a lot of time
reading some of the thousands of stories from the "V&E" and "Fetish" story
areas of Literotica and one of the most common guy-fetishes that I found
was a fetish for women's panties.  I knew from my own experiences that guys
like to look at a girl's panties, but the literotica fetish stories showed
me that their fantasies went WAY beyond just looking at them.  Because I
was looking for new and even better ways to turn guys on, much of what I
learned here turned out to be very useful information for me. 

   Literotica is full of panty fetish stories and reading them showed me
what a powerful sexual stimulant a pair of my panties could be to the right
guy.  A lot of girls would probably be weirded out by a guy with a fetish
for her panties, but for whatever reason, the whole idea really turned me
on.  Just the thought of a guy rubbing my panties all over his face,
inhaling the scent of my pussy, licking my juices off the crotch, and then
rubbing my panties all over his dick until he shoots his cum all over them
excited me in ways that I can't even begin to describe in words.  I
couldn't wait to find a guy with a panty fetish and be his panty slut!

   I'd been flashing my panties to unsuspecting guys for several years now,
and if I do say so myself, I'd become pretty good at it, so it didn't take
me long to figure out how to identify a guy with a panty fetish.  I could
see it in their eyes.  Most guys who were lucky enough to get a long,
lingering view under one of my short skirts got a look in their eyes that
appeared to be a combination of surprise, followed by apprehension. 
Although these guys generally took the opportunity to enjoy the view, they
often appeared shy or embarrassed when they looked up and saw me looking
right into their eyes, and at that point, most of them would look away. 
However, about one out of every five guys reacted very differently.  The
look in their eyes can only be described as one of total LUST - the same
look you might expect if you slowly waved a big glass of cold water in the
face of a man who had just spent three days in the desert.  These men
didn't just want to look at my panties, their eyes told me that they wanted
to devour them.  These were the men that I was looking for because I knew
that I could make their wildest sexual fantasies, and mine too, come true.

   In college, with no inhibiting parents around, I had total freedom, so
in an effort to help identify likely panty fetish candidates I got bolder
with the things that I did to show off my body and turn guys on.  I
shortened the hems of many of my already very short skirts.  Whenever
possible I wore thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose.  I began buying
special panties, specifically for showing off.  I bought several pairs of
sheer white panties that were almost totally see-thru so when a guy got a
good look up my skirt, he could not only see my panties, but he could
actually see my pussy underneath.  Somehow wearing see-thru panties seemed
sexier, or maybe naughtier, than not wearing any panties at all.

   One day while I was alone in my apartment I put a large mirror on the
floor in my bedroom and stood over it so that I could get a better idea of
the view that I was giving the guys.  My thought was that if I knew exactly
what they were seeing, I could do a better job showing my panties and my
pussy to them.  I was wearing one of my "showoff outfits" as I called them.
A very short light blue plaid "schoolgirl skirt", a pair of sheer white
panties, and a pair of strappy sandals with four inch heels.  I leaned the
mirror at an angle against a chair and stood in front of it with my back to
the mirror.  I placed my feet about a foot apart, bent over at the waist,
and looked back over my shoulder to see what I looked like.  I had to admit
that the view of my ass, only partially hidden by my nearly transparent
panties, was awesome.  With my feet that far apart anyone behind me would
have a great view, not only of my tight butt, but of much of my pussy as
well.  I could clearly see my pussy lips pressed against the silky sheer
fabric, and as I stood there staring at myself, I realized that I could see
a wet spot forming on my panties.

   "Wow, that looks pretty hot!" I thought to myself as I stood over the
mirror looking back at my pussy.

   "Now I know why guys like to look up my skirt!"

   But as I stood there and continued to check myself out, I realized that
something I couldn't put my finger on wasn't quite right.  I turned around
so that I was facing the mirror, and spread my legs a little wider.  I put
the mirror flat on the floor and stood directly over it.  For several
minutes I looked at myself from every conceivable angle until I finally I
realized what was wrong - my blonde pubic hair was partially concealing my
pussy lips, hiding them from view.  It only took about ten seconds of
searching for solutions to my dilemma before I came to the obvious
conclusion: "I know, I'll shave my pussy" I said right out loud as I stood
over the mirror staring at my pussy through one layer of extremely
transparent silk fabric and a second layer of silky, blonde hair.

   As soon as I said it, I felt my pussy start to tingle, and I knew that
I'd just figured out how to take my exhibitionism to an even higher, more
exciting level.  I couldn't wait to shave myself!  I went immediately to
the bathroom, turned on the hot water to fill the tub, and got my razor and
shaving gel ready.  As I stood in the bathroom waiting for the tub to fill
I began to wonder exactly how I should go about the task of shaving.  I'd
never shaved my entire pussy before, and quite frankly I didn't quite know
where or how to begin, and I sure didn't want to make any mistakes!  The
most shaving I'd ever done down there was shaving my bikini line in
preparation for a summer at the beach wearing my skimpy bikinis, but this
was a whole different thing.

   I knew from shaving my legs that it's easier to get a close shave, and
you're less likely to get razor burn if you soak in the tub for a while and
let the hot water soften the hair, so that's how I decided to begin.  After
removing my showoff outfit I set my razor and the can of shaving gel on the
rim of the tub and climbed into the warm water.  I was so excited at the
prospect of shaving my pussy bare that I had to exercise considerable
willpower to overcome the urge to begin shaving immediately. 

   I soaked in the warm water for about 10 minutes, and then I just
couldn't wait any longer.  I didn't really know where to begin, but
starting at the top sounded reasonable so that's what I did.  First I got
out of the tub and sat on the edge so that my pussy was out of the water,
then I squirted a good size glob of shaving gel into my left hand and
rubbed it into the triangle of hair above my slit.  I figured if I was
going to make a mistake, it was better to have it happen here than in the
area around my clit and my pussy lips.

   Once I was all lathered up I began shaving, or should I say, I attempted
to begin shaving.  I say attempted because the razor immediately got
clogged with hair even though it appeared that I hadn't removed a thing.  I
dunked the razor in the water to rinse the hair out and tried again with
the same result - another instant clog.  Even worse than the clog was the
fact that I could tell that I was getting razor burn, and I'd hardly even
started the job. 

   Quickly it dawned on me that I was using the same razor that I had
already used to shave my legs several times and, being the delicate
operation that it was, the task at hand probably warranted a brand new,
very sharp razor.  Fortunately I had plenty of new razors so I grabbed
several from the cabinet and picked up the job where I left off. 

   The sharp razor solved the problem of razor burn, but it did nothing for
the problem of instant clogging, so after 10 minutes of work I still had
about 95% of my pussy hair and I concluded that this just wasn't going to
work.  I thought about it for a while, and then I realized that the razor
was getting clogged because my hair was so long that it was getting trapped
in the small space between the blades.

   "Maybe I should cut most of it off with scissors first?" I thought to
myself. 

   So I got out of the tub and hunted around the apartment until I found a
small pair of sewing scissors which, luckily enough, were actually pretty
sharp.  I sat back down on the edge of the tub and started snipping away,
cutting my hair as short as possible without risking cutting my skin, or
worse yet, my lips!  If you've never done this before, believe me, it is a
very painstaking process, but I took my time and slowly but surely I
trimmed everything down until it was only about an eighth of an inch long.
Once I had trimmed everything above my slit, I got back in the tub and
soaked for a few more minutes.  Then I sat back on the rim, lathered myself
up again with shaving gel, and started over.

   What a difference!  I tentatively took the first stroke on the left side
starting at the top of my triangle and the razor glided almost effortlessly
through the lather all the way to the top of my slit without clogging. 

   "Ahhh, finally!" I sighed. 

   I looked at the exposed skin where the lather had been removed and
virtually every hair was gone.  I rubbed my finger up and down the newly
bare strip, and although it wasn't totally smooth, it was very close. 

   I repeated the process until my entire triangle was bare, then rinsed
off the remaining lather and inspected my handiwork.  A little rough in a
couple of spots, but no razor burn, and no nicks or cuts.  Now that I was
making progress I was getting excited and I wanted to do a perfect job so I
squirted another ribbon of gel onto my nearly smooth mound, lathered up,
and went over the entire area again, this time going "against the grain"
very slowly and carefully.  The result was amazing!  My pussy was so smooth
that I couldn't stop running my fingers over it.  It felt so different, so
sensuous, so naughty!  I loved it, and I knew that I'd made the right
decision!  But still, I was only half way done, and I knew that the harder
part was still to come.

   Now that it was time to attack the lower half, I realized that I was
faced with a new problem - I couldn't see what I was doing.  I knew that
the first thing that I had to do was trim all the remaining hair with the
scissors, but since I have rather large, protruding pussy lips, I wasn't
about to just start snipping away down there unless I could see exactly
what I was snipping!  Looking at myself in the mirror on the floor was what
had started this whole erotic process to begin with, and it turned out to
be the solution to this problem as well.  I took the vanity mirror from
above the sink and placed it on the floor beside the tub.  Then I stood
over the mirror and put my right foot on the rim of the tub.  I could see
perfectly, and although I still had to work slowly and be careful, I had no
trouble trimming the remaining hair from around my lips and all the way
back to my little pink asshole.

   Once the second trimming process was complete I spread more shaving gel
and rubbed it all around my pussy lips and back to my asshole until the
entire area was covered in creamy white lather.  As soon as I started
shaving this area I realized that a somewhat different technique was going
to be required here because the skin is looser than it is in the upper
triangle area.  I had to spread my legs wide and pull my pussy lips to one
side with one hand to keep the skin tight while I shaved the opposite side.
Once I got the hang of it, it really wasn't difficult though.  In fact, it
was actually very erotic and I could feel myself beginning to get wet
again. 

   First I shaved the entire area on the right side of my pussy using long,
slow strokes as I held my lips to the left side.  Each pass of the razor
exposed another small expanse of smooth, hairless skin and in a couple of
minutes I was done with the right side.  I repeated the process on the
other side, quickly removing all the fine, blonde hair to the left of my
pussy lips.  Then I washed off the small amount of lather that remained and
inspected my handiwork in the mirror.

   It looked great!  Not a nick or a cut anywhere.

   Now all I had to do was finish the area around my asshole.  For a
moment, as I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, I considered
leaving well enough alone.  I have almost no hair there anyway, and what
little there is so light and fine that it really wouldn't be very
noticeable.  But I was having such a good time and I wanted the job to be
perfect, so I squirted another glob of shaving gel into my hand, spread my
legs a little wider and lathered up the area around my asshole. 

   I must have looked somewhat ridiculous bent over at the waist with one
foot up on the rim of the tub, looking down at a mirror between my legs,
spreading my cheeks apart with one hand while I ran the razor very
carefully all around my little pink anus, but ridiculous or not, it worked
and soon the entire job was complete.

   Although my entire pussy was now totally smooth, and there was no hint
of razor burn, I decided to apply some baby oil, just to be safe.  I found
a bottle in the bathroom cabinet, squirted about a tablespoon into my left
hand and began massaging it into my bald mound.  The sensation was
incredible!  My skin was so soft and smooth that I couldn't keep my hands
off my pussy.  And it looked amazing!  The baby oil made my skin glisten in
a very erotic way that provided the perfect finishing touch.  As I stood
over the mirror staring at my glistening, bald pussy, rubbing baby oil all
over myself, it took all my willpower to keep from masturbating.  I loved
how my pussy looked and I had never felt so completely exposed in all my
life.

   Now that I was done with what turned out to be a surprisingly enjoyable
and erotic task, I couldn't wait to get out of my apartment and show my
smooth pussy to some unsuspecting guy.  After giving the matter a little
thought I decided that the mall in a large town about 15 miles from the
University would be an ideal location since it would likely be filled with
early evening shoppers on their way home from work.

   I had about an hour to get ready so I took my time choosing the
appropriate outfit, putting on a little makeup, and doing my hair.  First
of all I decided that the short plaid skirt and sheer white panties that I
had been wearing earlier would be perfect for the occasion so I stepped
into the skirt, zipped it up, stepped into the panties and slid them up
over my hips.  With my skirt and panties back on I couldn't resist the
temptation to bend over and take another look at myself in the mirror that
I had left on the floor. 

   "Perfect" was the only word that came to mind.  It was almost like I was
naked under my skirt but somehow the veil of nearly transparent white
fabric made the view of my hairless pussy seem even more naughty than if I
hadn't been wearing any panties at all.  With no hair left to hide them, my
pussy lips were clearly visible, and if I looked very closely, I could even
see my pink little asshole.  A surge of sexual excitement washed over me
and I couldn't wait to get to the mall and show off my see-thru panties and
my bald pussy!

   To go with my "schoolgirl" skirt I chose a thin white top that leaves
most of my midriff exposed, showing off my bellybutton ring in the front,
and the very elegant geometric tattoo on my lower back.  My breasts aren't
very big, but they're perfectly shaped, so I almost never wear a bra and
the tight white top clung to my breasts and highlighted my nipples
perfectly.

   Now, what to do with my hair?  I stood in front of the mirror for
several minutes looking at my hair from several angles and finally decided
that a ponytail would be an appropriate way to complete the schoolgirl
look. I gathered my long, straight, blonde hair up in the back with my left
hand, wrapped an elastic hair band around it to hold it in place, and
finally tied it up with a small white bow.  I had to admit that the whole
outfit looked very sexy.

   The drive to the mall took about half an hour and with each passing
minute, I got more and more excited.  By the time I arrived I could tell
that there was a large wet spot on my panties.  "I think the guys will like
that!" I thought as I smiled mischievously.

   My ponytail is bouncing up and down as I enter the mall.  My skirt is so
short that it almost allows the very bottom of the cheeks of my ass to be
seen when it hangs straight down, and I'm quite sure that it's even more
revealing when it flips up and down as I walk.  I look down at my breasts
and confirm that my nipples are clearly outlined by the thin, white cotton
of my tight halter top. 

   Numerous people glance at me and I can tell I am making an impression. A
group of teenage boys at the video arcade stops to watch me as I walk by.
I'm so excited and feeling especially naughty so I stop and smile at them.
Then I turn so that my back is facing them and I bend over to fix the strap
on my sandal.  My skirt hardly covers my cheeks when I'm standing, but when
I bend over, I know that I'm giving them a completely unobstructed view of
my nearly bare ass, although they're probably a little too far away to see
the wet spot on my panties.  I look back at them between my legs.  As I
expected, they're staring at my cute butt under my thin white panties but I
just slowly fix my strap and pretend that I have no clue of the show that
I'm giving them.  Finally, after I've given them a long, lingering view up
my skirt, I stand up, and continue walking away from them.  I suspect that
they're still staring at me and this makes me even more excited so I turn
my head, look over my shoulder, and smile at them again, leaving them to
wonder if I did it on purpose or not. 



   A little old lady and her husband also caught my little accidental
exhibition.  She looks shocked, but he looks like he's about to have a
heart attack, although the smile on his face tells me that he would die a
happy man if he did.

   I walk around the mall for five or ten minutes until I come to the
Victoria's Secret store next to the food court.  I love Victoria's Secret
lingerie and I already have quite a collection, but a girl can never have
too much sexy lingerie.  I walk into the store and begin looking for
something sexy to incorporate in my erotic excursion this evening.  I pick
out a sexy lace garter belt and a pair of white stockings with seams in the
back.  I find some very sheer white string bikini panties, much like the
ones I have on, and another identical pair in baby pink.  I chat for a few
minutes with the sales girl who tries, unsuccessfully, to talk me into
applying for an "Angels" charge card, pay for my purchases, and head back
into the mall. 

   Just across the courtyard I see a Fredericks of Hollywood shop, and
since I'm still looking for something naughty, I quickly head over there to
see what I can find.  To be perfectly honest, I know exactly what I'm
looking for - crotchless panties!  I've never seen crotchless panties at
Victoria's Secret, but Fredericks has a great selection of these naughty
underthings, and the store often has a styles that aren't available through
the mail order catalog.  I walk into the store and sure enough there's a
whole rack of crotchless panties right in the front of the store. 

   I take my time and check them all out, one by one, finally selecting a
lacy white pair with little pink bows and a sheer black nylon pair with
"Please kiss my kitty" embroidered on the front just above an embroidered
picture of a cat.  I think that qualifies as naughty!

   Now I have everything that I need to continue my search for a gentleman
with an appropriate appreciation for my naughty undergarments. 

   The first thing that I need to do now is find a ladies room so that I
can put on some of my naughty new things.  There's a restroom right behind
the food court so I head off in that direction.  Although I'm excited to
show off my freshly shaved pussy and new panties as quickly as possible, I
can't resist the temptation to tease a few of the guys in the food court
first.  Since it's early evening there are quite a few people in the food
court - perfect for what I have in mind. 

   In the back of the food court, near the rest rooms is a booth with two
young couples about my age.  I head toward the ladies room and as I get
close to the their booth I begin fumbling through my purse as though I'm
looking for something.  When I'm right next to them my purse suddenly slips
from my hand and falls on the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. 
This all appears quite accidental in spite of the fact that I dropped it on
purpose.  As I bend down to pick up the scattered contents of my purse I
smile an embarrassed smile at the two couples in the booth.  I get on my
hands and knees and position myself so that my butt is facing directly at
the two guys who are sitting on the outside seats of the booth while I pick
up the scattered contents of my purse.  I wish I could see their reactions
but unfortunately I'm facing the wrong way.  I'm no more than two feet from
the edge of the booth though, so I'm close enough to hear one of them gasp
as I bend over and I know that my sheer white panties are staring him in
the face.  I smile to myself as I consider the thoughts that must be going
through his mind at that moment.  There's no doubt that the cheeks of my
ass are completely visible and I'm sure that the tan lines from my G-string
bikini are visible under the fuller cut of my nearly transparent panties. I
can feel the wetness between my legs and I hope that they can see the wet
spot on my panties.

   There are still lots of items scattered on the floor, and I take my time
gathering them up and putting them back in my purse.  My lipstick has
rolled quite a distance away and I have to stretch to retrieve it.  As I do
I purposely spread my legs so that my newly shaved pussy comes into full
view covered only by the thin veil of sheer white fabric.  Because I'm so
close to them, there's no doubt in my mind that they can also see the wet
spot on my panties, which had grown considerably larger since my arrival at
the mall. 

   At that point, I could no longer resist the temptation to observe the
reactions from my audience, so I looked back over my shoulder, and as I
expected, I found all four staring at me with open mouths.  It took another
minute or so to pick everything up and put it back in my purse and as far
as I could tell, they continued to stare at me the whole time - even the
two girls.  When everything was safely back in my purse, I stood up, looked
over at them and smiled another sheepish grin.  The two guys looked like
little boys who had just been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. 
Clearly they had enjoyed my show, although I couldn't detect the telltale
look of pure lust in the eyes of either of them that would mark him as a
true panty fetishist.

   I was so excited by the apparent success of my exhibition that for a
moment I forgot that I was heading for the ladies room to change.  As a
result I just stood there smiling back at the two guys who continued to
stare at me with dumbfounded grins on their faces.  Apparently their
interest in me was not sitting well with their girlfriends however, who
were staring at them with testicle crushing maliciousness.  "Get over it!"
I thought to myself.

   Five minutes later I emerge from the ladies room.  I'm still wearing the
same top, skirt and sandals, but now I'm also wearing the garter belt and
the white, seamed stockings from Victoria's Secret.  I've also put on the
white crotchless panties from Fredericks.  I've pulled the stockings up as
high as I can, but even so, my skirt just barely covers the tops and if I
bend over even slightly, anyone who's looking can see the creamy skin of my
tanned thighs above the lacy bands at the top.  For some reason that I
can't explain, wearing stockings always makes me feel soooo sexy and I
can't wait to continue my quest for a man to worship my panties. 

   As I walk by my new friends in the Food Court booth, I smile, and they
all turn their heads to watch me.  Then, just as I've passed them I look
back over my shoulder, and smile again as I bend over slightly and flip up
the back of my skirt with both hands so that they get a quick flash of my
stockings, garter belt, and most of all, my white crotchless panties.  I
straighten up, let my skirt down and continue to walk away from them
swaying my hips in my best supermodel runway walk imitation.  The smiles on
the guys' faces tells me that I've made their day, but it's obvious that
their girlfriends don't feel the same way.

   I head out of the food court looking for my next candidate.  Soon I find
a relatively secluded area at the far end of the mall where there are two
benches facing each other.  There's a man, probably in his mid 30's, and
not bad looking at all, sitting on one bench reading a newspaper.  I stop a
short distance away and take a couple of minutes to formulate plan for
something even more outrageous. 

   I like these one-on-one situations best because they allow me to focus
all my attention on a single individual.  Flashing groups is also a huge
turn-on, but it's much less personal, and because of the presence of their
companions, the members of my "audience" are usually more inhibited in
their reactions.  When I'm showing off for just one guy at a time, the
range of options, both my actions and his reactions, is much broader.  It's
much easier to gauge his reactions, see what he likes best, make eye
contact, and somehow communicate with him even if no words are ever
exchanged.  During these experiences I've learned that I'm much more likely
to be rewarded with a multitude of enthusiastic and appreciative reactions,
which is, after all, the whole reason that I choose to show off my body in
the first place.  Sometimes I almost feel selfish because, although I'm
obviously giving them something that they enjoy tremendously, I'm really
doing it for my own satisfaction.  Luckily, my satisfaction is a direct
consequence of theirs and that greatly enhances the experience for both of
us.

   I'm still standing some distance from the man on the bench.  Slowly an
idea develops and when I have the basics worked out I take a seat on the
bench across from him. 

   In addition to my purse, I'm also carrying bags from Victoria's Secret
and Fredericks The first thing I do after sitting down and placing my
things on the bench beside me is to accidentally knock all my packages off
the bench, spilling my purchases on the floor.  The guy looks up and sees
me and I can tell instantly he is very interested in the provocatively
dressed girl sitting across from him.  He gets up off his bench and comes
over to help me pick up the items that I've spilled and without paying much
attention to what he's doing, he picks up the pair of sheer pink Victoria's
Secret panties.  When he realizes what he's holding, he blushes as he hands
them back to me.  As I take my panties from his hand I purposely swirl the
silky fabric against his palm with my middle finger for a fleeting second
before I start to withdraw them from his gentle grip.  As I do this, I can
feel his grip tighten almost imperceptibly although it's quite likely that
he isn't consciously aware of what he has done.  As my panties slip through
his fingers I look right into his eyes and give him a cute, but embarrassed
smile as I thank him.

   "You're welcome" he says, and as he smiles back at me, and I see it in
his eyes immediately - that special look of lust that says there's
something very special about my panties and he really doesn't want to give
them back to me.  At that moment I know I've found one of the men that I'm
looking for - one of the men whose fantasies I can turn into reality.  And
I'm about to do exactly that.

   After watching my panties slowly slip through his fingers he turns and
quickly returns to his seat and begins reading his newspaper.  Or at least
he's pretending to read the newspaper.  Every time I look in his direction
he's actually looking over the top of the newspaper obviously trying to
look up my skirt.  If only he knew what he was missing!  He's trying to be
discrete about it, but every time I look up I catch him looking at my legs
before he can divert his eyes back to his paper.  I smile somewhat
mischievously because I know that he won't be able to keep up this charade
much longer.  If he can, then I totally misread the look in his eyes a few
moments ago. 

   I take everything out of my shopping bags so that I can rearrange it all
after the spill.  I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and find him
staring at all the naughty items I've purchased.  I look closer and I think
I can see a bulge forming in his pants.  We're off to a good start and I
find myself smiling again as I think about how mercilessly I'm going to
tease him.

   Slowly I hold up each item, visually inspecting them to make sure they
haven't gotten dirty before putting them back in the shopping bags.

   First up is the pair of sheer white string bikini panties from
Victoria's Secret.  Using both hands, I hold them by the strings so that as
they hang there in front of my face there's no mistaking the shape for
anything other than a pair of sexy women's panties.  First I inspect the
front for signs of mall dirt, then I turn them around and check the back.
I'm holding them right in front of my face and because of the sheer fabric,
I can see my newspaper man right through them.  As I suspected, he's now
watching me with great interest and I decide that it's time to give him a
little more to look at.  I casually look around the area to make sure that
there are no other people nearby and finding no one to disturb us I cross
my legs.  As I do I see his eyes widen and they are now glued to my legs. I
turn sideways ever so slightly until I'm sure that he can see the lacy band
at top of my stocking, the garter holding it up, and the deeply tanned skin
of my upper thigh.  A perfect view, for the moment at least.

   I continue with my inspection by holding the crotch of the panties in my
left hand while I hold them up close to my face, still searching for dust
or dirt.  With my right hand I brush away some imaginary dust and place
them back in the Victoria's Secret bag. 

   Next I perform the same ritual with the light pink panties. 
Newspaperman's eyes haven't moved, but he now appears to be having trouble
deciding whether to look at my stocking-clad leg or the pink panties that
I'm holding only a foot in front of my face.  Inwardly I grin as I decide
to make his decision even more difficult. 

   Finding no imaginary dirt on my pink panties I put them back in the
Victoria's Secret bag and pick up the sheer black crotchless panties with
"Please kiss my kitty" embroidered on the front.  As I pick them up I
uncross my legs and shift my position on the bench.  I move forward so that
I'm sitting on the edge of the bench and as I do I spread my knees so that
they're several inches apart.  Now he can to see directly up my skirt to
the tops of my stockings and tanned inner thighs.  He should also be able
to see my new white crotchless panties, but my legs are still close enough
together that he probably can't tell that they're crotchless ...  yet. 
Feeling very naughty, I hold up the black crotchless panties so that the
"kiss my kitty" lettering is facing him as I inspect them for signs of
dirt. Again I hold the panties by the side straps so that they hang down
directly in front of my face.  The combination of the suggestive embroidery
and the missing crotch makes it very obvious that these are not ordinary
panties and I wonder if Newspaper Man has ever seen such naughty panties
before.  When my inspection is complete I slip the panties into the
Fredericks bag.

   At first I appear very intent on reorganizing my shopping bags and I
appear to be paying no attention to him.  This makes him bolder and I can
feel his eyes staring at my legs.  Then suddenly I look up at him and catch
him completely off guard, staring at me.  He is totally embarrassed at
being caught and he's so nervous that he actually drops his paper.  I give
him a sexy smile and go back to rearranging my shopping bags and drinking
my soda. 

   When all the items are back in the shopping bags I take my drink, lean
back on the bench and sigh as I put the straw in my mouth.  I look over at
him and he's smiling at me, no longer making any effort to hide the fact
that he's watching me.  I smile back at him and begin sucking and licking
on the straw.  I run my tongue all around the straw very suggestively and
then put it in my mouth and suck on it. 

   By now the bulge of Newspaper Man's cock is easily visible in his pants
and he looks around to see if anyone is watching him.  He puts his
newspaper in his lap and begins touching himself very discretely, but I can
tell exactly what he's doing.  My smile tells him that I approve of his
behavior.  I spread my legs a little further apart and watch his eyes bulge
as he sees my bald pussy peeking out of the crotchless panties. 

   I decide to really torment him and I pick up my packages, acting as if
I'm about to leave and causing his face to go pale.  But at the last minute
I stop as if something has suddenly come to mind.  I walk over to him and
ask him if he would watch my packages for a minute while I go to the
restroom.  Obviously he says yes - anything to keep me from leaving for
good.  I bend over right in front of him to put my packages on the floor
and as I do, my cute little ass is no more than a foot from his face.  I
wiggle my butt back and forth a little bit and I can feel him staring at my
shaved pussy.  If his eyes are good he can probably see that it's dripping
with excitement I'm so turned on.  I smile at him again and walk off to the
rest room. 

   When I return I have the white crotchless panties in my purse with just
a bit of them hanging out to ensure he knows I've taken them off.  I sit
down, thank him for watching my packages and begin to suck on the straw
again.  I look around and no one is watching us so I slowly open my legs
and put one foot up on the edge of the bench so that I'm is totally exposed
to him - nothing but smooth shaved pussy and no panties to impede his view.
I'm so excited and wet and I know that my entire pussy is glistening
because I rubbed my wetness all over my pussy while I was in the restroom
just to make sure he would be able to see how wet it was. 

   Newspaper Man has given up pretending that he's reading the paper and
even though no one else can see him, I can see that he's rubbing his dick
under the newspaper while he stares at my pussy.  I look right into his
eyes and smile at him again as his hand continues to stroke himself.  I
continue to suck on the straw wrapping my lips around it and lowering my
mouth on it as if I were sucking his cock.  My nipples are hard and easily
visible through the tight halter top, but his eyes seem fixated on my
pussy. I allow a small amount of my drink to dribble out of my mouth and
drop on my top just above one of my nipples and then take my finger and try
to rub it off.  Now he's looking at my nipples and instead of trying to rub
off the spilled liquid, I begin pinching my nipple while I smile at him
again.  My head rolls back slightly, my eyes close and a slight moan
escapes my lips.  I open my eyes, look right at him again, and ask him if
he would mind helping me.  He hesitates at first, but quickly gives in to
temptation.

   He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and with his hands shaking in
anticipation he walks over to help me.  His erection is clearly visible in
his pants and he makes no effort to conceal it.  He approaches me
cautiously and he's obviously not quite sure what to do.  I look into his
eyes and smile while licking my lips seductively.  I look down to watch
what he's doing and my pony tail falls forward and touches his hand.  He
gasps in surprise but wastes no time taking the cloth and gently rubbing my
nipple in a futile attempt to remove the wet spot.  My nipple hardens even
more under the touch of his fingers and I whisper to him that I like what
he's doing.  He's standing in front of me and without the newspaper to
cover him I can see a big wet spot in the front of his pants.  It turns me
on to know that watching me has excited him so much.  I look at the spot on
his pants, then I look right into his eyes and he blushes.  I thank him for
helping me clean up and he sits back down, shaking rather dramatically.

   I look around again to make sure that we're still alone and I put my
foot back up on the bench and open my legs even wider than before.  He puts
the newspaper back in his lap and starts rubbing his hard cock even more
intently than before as he continues to stare at my glistening shaved
pussy. By now I'm watching him just as intently as he's watching me.  I
reach down between my legs and slide two fingers into my dripping pussy,
then when they're coated with my cream I bring them to my mouth and lick
and suck them while I stare into his eyes.

   My admirer is going crazy rubbing his hard cock through his pants and I
can tell that he's probably going to cum soon, but I have one last surprise
for him.  I take the crotchless panties out of my purse, slide them under
my skirt and begin rubbing them on my pussy, getting them all wet with my
juice.  I can't believe how naughty I'm being ...  and then I have an even
better idea.  Slowly I begin poking my panties into my pussy with the tip
of my finger.  My friend's eyes go wide and he begins stroking his cock
harder under the newspaper.  I continue pushing my panties into my bald
pussy until they're completely hidden from view and then I look right in
his eyes and give him a huge smile.  He can't believe what I'm doing, but
I've got one last surprise for him.  Ever so slowly I slide the panties out
of my pussy.  Inch by inch.  They're dripping wet and I bring them to my
face and inhale deeply, smiling at him as I do. 

   He's going crazy rubbing his cock with one hand while trying to hold the
newspaper with the other hand.  Suddenly, to his complete surprise, I toss
my wet panties into his lap.  He's startled at first and has to stop
stroking himself while he grabs my panties, but he hardly misses a beat as
he quickly brings them to his face and inhales the sweet scent of my pussy.
My hands go back under my skirt and I begin stroking my clit with one hand
and fingering my pussy with the other.  I can tell that we're both about to
cum. 

   I look around to insure that we're still the only people in the
immediate area.  He never takes his eyes off my hairless pussy and my
dancing fingers.

   By now he's so horny that discretion is a thought from the past and I
see him unzip his pants under the newspaper and now I can see his cock . 
With his other hand he slips my panties under the paper and wraps them
around his cock and continues stroking it harder and faster.  We're staring
into each other's eyes now, both on the verge of cumming. 

   His eyes alternate between my staring into mine, and staring at my
shaved, wet pussy as my fingers perform their magic.

   My eyes are glued to my wet panties wrapped around his hard cock while
his hand pumps furiously.  I'm so excited and I can't wait to see his cum
shoot all over my panties.

   Suddenly I see his legs become very rigid and his eyes seem to glaze
over.  His face contorts and I can the head of his cock visibly growing in
size.  I know he's about to cum and I want to watch.  I tickle my clit with
my left hand while I plunge two fingers of my right hand deeper into my
pussy.  I'm so wet that I can hear my fingers making slurping sounds as I
pump them in and out of my totally exposed shaved pussy. 

   As soon as the head of his cock begins to bulge, signaling his impending
orgasm, he unwraps my panties from his cock and holds them in his left
hand. Without missing a stroke he continues pumping with his right hand but
now he's holding my panties right in front of his cock, about two inches
away.  I realize that he's doing this so that he can shoot all his hot cum
right onto my panties and not miss a drop.  This excites me even more and I
can't take my eyes off my panties and his cock.

   The speed of his strokes slows now, but the intensity increases and I
know he's going to cum.  I can see the precum dripping from the tip of his
cock and with each stroke his hand smears it all the way from the head to
his balls, lubricating the shaft.  His strokes are slow and deep.  His
thumb and index finger are wrapped tightly around his shaft, stroking
slowly from the base, up his thick shaft, stopping just under the head
where they seem to linger momentarily before reversing direction.  With
every stroke the head of his cock swells even more. 

   I know I'm going to cum when I see his cum shoot all over my panties. 
My fingers plunge even more furiously in and out of my dripping pussy, and
I adjust the rhythm of my fingers to match his strokes. 

   This is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. 

   This is the wildest thing I've ever done.  I'm sitting on a bench in a
semi-secluded corner of a major shopping mall masturbating my freshly
shaved pussy in front of a man I've never met.  He's about to cum on my
panties.  I should look around to make sure that no one is watching us.

   But I don't.

   I can't take my eyes off his hands. 

   He can't take his eyes off mine.

   His eyes start to close, but he fights the urge and forces them open as
he starts to cum.  I see it almost as though it were in slow motion.  The
noose created by his thumb and index finger tightens and strokes up under
the head, and just as his fingers start back down, the first shot of cum
explodes from the head of his cock. 

   It lands right on my panties and I start to cum with him.

   Instantly, the tingling sensation in my pussy turns into the first wave
of a massive orgasm and I likewise have to fight the urge to close my eyes.
But I want to watch him shoot his hot cum all over my panties.

   Another slow, powerful stroke of his fingers and he shoots another huge
shot of thick white cum.  Again I watch it land right on my panties and my
pussy throbs as a second wave of orgasm washes over me.

   It's all I can do not to scream out loud, but somehow I manage to
control myself and hardly any sound escapes my lips.  My fingers are
drenched with my pussy juice and I can feel a small stream running down
over my asshole onto my skirt.  Slowly I remove my dripping fingers from my
pussy and I smear my juices all around my lips and my hairless mound, until
my entire crotch is wet and glistening. 

   My eyes are still glued to his beautiful cock as another blast of cum
drenches my panties for a third time and I plunge my fingers back into my
pussy as my orgasm continues.

   His aim is perfect.  With every up and down stroke of his hand, another
shot of cum lands on my panties.  My eyes never leave his cock and as each
shot of his cum soaks my panties, I feel another shudder of orgasm surge
through my pussy. 

   Our mutual orgasm seemed to go on forever, but slowly the intense waves
of orgasm subsided and were gradually replaced by a warm, glowing, tingling
sensation between my legs, followed by a slow return to reality.

   We are now conscious of our surroundings again and we quickly attempt to
straighten ourselves up.  I smooth my hair, straighten my skirt, and pull
up my stockings and I look relatively normal again.  It's lucky that my new
friend came all over my panties or he'd have quite an embarrassing mess on
the front of his pants.  He discretely pushes his cock back into his pants
and zips them up and if it weren't for the fact that he's holding a pair of
crotchless panties, covered in cum in one hand, he'd actually look pretty
normal too.  He looks at me very appreciatively but not knowing quite what
to do with my panties, he tentatively hands them back to me. 

   I smile wickedly as I take my panties from his hand.  They're soaked
with his cum and I look right into his eyes as I raise them to my face and
start licking his cum off them.  It's still warm and I tell him how good it
tastes.  I reach under my skirt and slide two fingers back into my drenched
pussy and get them thoroughly coated with my cum.  They're dripping wet
when I raise them to his lips.  His lips part and I slide my fingers into
his mouth.  He sucks my fingers sensuously until he's savored every drop of
my juice.  Then I slowly withdraw my fingers from between his lips.  We're
only inches apart and I raise myself up on my tiptoes and kiss him hungrily
on the lips.  Our mouths open and we exchange our juices with our tongues.
Judging from the look on his face, he finds this kiss as erotic as I do. 
It seems to me a fitting ending to what has obviously been a mutually
satisfying encounter.  I'm still holding my panties in my hand and I reach
over and slip them into his pocket as I whisper in his ear "I want you to
keep my panties so that you'll never forget this day.  I know I never
will!" And with that, I turned and walked away looking for my next victim
;)