Note - The true story by Amy "Getting By" inspired this fantasy. If you'd
like to see a part two let me know! (Remove the xxx at the end of my mail to
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-- Plump Lvr
Misadventure At The Mall
There it was, Saturday night and I had no date. My boyfriend was hard at
work doing something with the computers. It's enough to make a girl pout!
Fortunately I am self reliant and decided to spend the evening shopping.
I wore a sleeveless, soft white top that was quite low cut. My bra really
lifted my D cups, showing off lots of my cleavage. I wore a loose denim
skirt that came down past my knees, and soft cotton panties. I prefer the
French cut style, sexy but comfortable. It was too hot for pantyhose, I just
slipped on a pair of my most comfortable sandals.
Glancing in the mirror, I thought it wasn't bad for a middle aged gal. OK, I
admit I have the usual dings that go with age, slight tummy, boobs are big
but starting to sag just a little, I guess my ass could have been a little
smaller. Still though, I have lots of tit to show off, a pretty face, my
skin is still soft and smooth, and my curly brown hair neatly done.
Outfitted in my comfy clothes I headed to a big mall about 45 minutes from
my apartment.
The evening went by quickly, looking in book stores, home decorating stores,
and most of all clothes! I like trying on all sorts of clothes, kind of like
playing dress up when I was a kid. My favorite store has very nice dressing
rooms. Not the kind with half doors like bathroom stalls, but real doors
that go into small rooms. Each room has a soft chair, three floor to ceiling
mirrors that let you see yourself from all sides, and room to move around.
Even better, they don't have the three outfit limit so many other places do,
you can take a huge stack and spend forever. I've spent up to an hour in
there before, not uncommon as many women do it. The service is great too,
one of the sales ladies will actually come in the booth with you if you
request it, helping you change and fetching you new clothes.
A couple of times, when I saw a lady who I thought attractive, I would get
her to come in with me. I get a secret thrill out of being in my undies in
front of another woman. That night I got really daring and asked a sales
lady to help me with some sexy lingerie. You are supposed to keep your
panties on while you try stuff on, but can take off your bra.
My sales lady that night was one I'd seen before. Her long black hair framed
a pretty face that always had a big smile. She was a little shorter than I,
and a little older too. She wasn't a model type, like me she had a nice pair
of tits, and her tummy and ass were a bit bigger than mine. But what I found
attractive was her personality. She was always so friendly, with a huge
smile on her face. Every time I came in she remembered my name and treated
me like royalty. She happily agreed to come into the dressing room with me.
As you might guess I was already feeling horny from her seeing my bare tits
as she handed me outfits. I tried on this one outfit I really liked, a one
piece green number with high cut sides. I told her thought I liked it, but
it was hard to tell with my panties sticking all out what the real effect
was.
The sales lady looked around, then leaned in close to me. In a whisper she
said "Well, I'm really not supposed to do this but... well if you want to
take off your panties I won't tell as long as you won't." I could have
creamed in my panties right there!
I slipped the straps from my shoulders, then gently slid the lingerie to the
floor. I handed it to the sales woman, then slowly slid my panties down. I
walked over to the chair and carefully laid them down. Fully nude now I
returned to the sales lady, and took the outfit from her.
Again making a show of it, I put it on, then stood before the mirrors,
admiring myself from all sides. I admit I did look pretty good. "What do you
think?" I asked.
"Very nice. You look great. Um, that green is a good color."
"Thanks." I said. I then slipped off the outfit and handed it to her. I felt
like a brazen slut, standing there totally naked in front of her. With my
hands on my hips, I said something about trying to decide what I really
wanted. We stood there, just staring at each other for a moment.
My nipples were rock hard, and I could feel the moisture between my legs. I
have never been closer in my life to having sex with a woman. All she had to
do was take one step forward, give any indication, and I'd have flung myself
into her arms. My mouth was already anticipating sucking on the nipples that
were straining at her blouse.
Sadly, she turned and stepped away, hanging up the sexy green outfit. "Why
don't I leave you to some privacy, so you can decide." She paused at the
door, turned, gave me a big smile, and said "Take all the time you need."
The minute she was gone I sat down in the chair right in front of the
mirrors. My fingers dove into my wet pussy as my other hand brought a tit to
my mouth to suck. In less then a minute I was orgasming, hot cum leaking all
over my fingers. I licked my cunt cream off my hand, wondering if the sales
lady tasted like that. It was not the first time I'd masturbated in one of
these dressing rooms, but it was probably the most erotic.
I did purchase the green lingerie by the way, then left to do more shopping.
The mall closed at 10, but an attached restaurant stayed open to 11. I
stopped in for a late supper, which took forever to show up. I passed the
time sipping water and reading an erotic novel I'd purchased in the book
store.
By the time I got done eating and got out it was almost 11:30. The mall long
since closed the parking lot was deserted, except for a few employees cars.
My vehicle sat at the end of a row, all by itself in near dark. Fortunately
the parking lot was wide open, so I felt safe going to my car.
As I walked the air was thick and humid, with a warm moist breeze. I could
almost feel the rain in the air, and knew I'd better hurry. Bending over the
trunk, I knew I was in trouble. But not from the rain, but a different kind
of wetness.
Confession time. This is embarrassing, but I have a weak bladder. Very weak.
I'm constantly wetting myself. Doctors say there's not much I can do for it,
so I've come to live with it and try to plan ahead. I'd been in such a hurry
that night though I'd forgotten to go before I left the restaurant.
I looked around the lot, knowing I'd never make it home. Well, I'd been in
situations like this before. Seeing I was pretty much alone, I figured I'd
open my car door, turn out the interior light, then reach under my skirt and
pull my panties off. Then I could hold my skirt out while I let my pee fall
on the parking lot. Believe it or not, I'd done this sort of thing before,
sometimes even in the middle of the day!
I closed the trunk, then opened the car door. I kicked my shoes inside, so
as not to get them wet. I bent over, reaching in to turn out the dome light.
Just as I clicked it off, I realized I'd waited a moment too long. I could
feel the crotch of my panties get warm and wet as my piss flooded them.
I stood up, and let out a silent curse. I could see the dark spot forming on
the front of my faded denim dress. I let out a deep sigh. Well, I was
already wet, and still had to whiz, so I did what I usually do. I just let
it all go. I could feel the warm liquid soak my pussy, ass, then run down my
legs, puddling on the ground by my bare feet. I was looking at my wet skirt
when I heard a feminine voice behind me.
"Are you OK?" I spun around to see none other than my sales lady looking at
me with concern. All of a sudden I was just overcome by feelings of
embarrassment. "I had an accident." I managed to blurt out, then buried my
face in my hands from humiliation.
She was a class act though. "There there baby, it's OK." She came up and
gave me a big hug, even tough it had to get her wet too. She patted my back.
"It's OK. I have the same problem."
I looked at her, a few tears still in my eyes. "Ruh.. ruh.. really?" I
sniffled.
"Really. I've had a weak bladder for years. I frequently have accidents like
yours. Hell, almost every night I wind up wetting the bed. But it's just
something I've learned to live with."
"I.. I.. I try so hard, but sometimes I just wind up making a mess anyway."
"Baby I know just how you feel." She said. "Would you like to talk about
it?" I nodded. Just then thunder sounded in the distance, and I felt a
raindrop pelt my face.
"Uh oh," she said. "If we want to talk we'd better get in the car." We
hopped in, just in time. The floodgates opened and soon a torrential
downpour was engulfing the car. We talked for a good hour, trading life
stories. I learned her name was Sally, she was divorced, a little older than
I. Her kids were all grown and gone, and she lived alone in a small house a
few blocks from here, so close she usually walked home.
Sally told me she'd had bladder issues for going on twenty years, and had
learned to adapt. For example, she slept nude on a rubber sheet, so as not
to have a big mess. No carpets in her home, it was all hardwoods. Over her
sofa and loveseat she had put a plastic cover, then over that a washable
fabric slip on cover. She could easily wash it for those times when she fell
asleep watching a movie and woke herself from a good piss.
We came to a pause in the conversation. "Can I ask you something? Honestly?"
she asked. I nodded. "Were you coming on to me, back in the dressing room?"
Uh oh, what would I say? I took a deep breath and said "Well, I uh.. kind
of. I think so. I mean, I've been kinda curious for a while, but haven't
really..."
"Done it with another woman?" Sally asked quietly. I nodded again. She
looked down and said "I... I've been thinking about... you know... too
but... then tonight when you were naked, just standing there... well I
wanted to... "
"Why didn't you?" I asked.
"I was afraid if I was wrong... well I might loose my job, and I really need
it."
"Oh." I wanted to say more, but was getting distracted. My tummy was
beginning to hurt, a sign I needed to go again. Seeing my discomfort Sally
asked if I was OK. "I uh, gotta go again."
"Oh. Well, it's OK, go ahead. I don't mind."
"Here? In the car?"
"Sure, you have leather seats, and the carpet will dry out easily. Trust me,
I have to do it often enough."
"I... uh..." I groaned again.
"Would it help if I went too?" I just looked at her in amazement. "I really
have to go, badly." she continued. "May I?" I looked around, and realized
the humidity had fogged up the windows, so between that, the darkness and
pouring rain we couldn't be seen. All I could do was shake my head yes and
mumbled "Please".
Sally unbuckled her skirt, then undid the buttons down the side. Taking it
off she tossed it in the back. Underneath she wore traditional panties in a
pale green color. She closed her eyes, leaned back and spread her legs. I
watched as a dark spot began to grow. It bigger and bigger, until a stream
of liquid started to squirt out the front. "Ahhh" she moaned, from relief or
pleasure one.
When she was finally done she looked over at me. "Your turn." She announced.
Reaching over she grabbed my skirt and panties and pulled them down, sliding
them off when I raised my ass off the seat. Tossing my clothes in the back,
she pulled one of my legs up onto the seat, against the seat back. Swiveled
sideways my other leg remained on the floor. Sally scooted over between my
legs and began massaging my tummy, her hand right above my naked pussy.
"There there, let it go, let it all go."
"But... I'll get you wet." I protested. Sally just giggled.
"Silly, I'm already wet, and it's just pee. Go ahead, let it go. Just
relax." She kept up the massage, and soon I could hold it no more. First a
trickle, then a torrential gush of piss escaped my crotch. At the height of
my flood I felt Sally's hand move down to my pussy and slide two fingers
inside me. I gasped with pleasure and leaned forward.
When I did our faces brushed, and as if it was the most natural thing our
lips met. I was a little surprised, but did not resist. So soft and gentle,
her tongue began to explore my mouth as my own tongue danced around in her
oral cavity. My piss stopped, but her fingers didn't, They kept on, probing
my pussy and massaging my g-spot.
My hands were busy too, unbuttoning her blouse. I was delighted to find she
wore a bra with a front clasp, and undoing it freed her massive tits. I
began pinching her nipples, as I could feel my own orgasm getting close. She
broke our kiss though to say "I want to eat you. Lay your seat back." I did
as she commanded, pressing the buttons that lowered my seat back, then hers
into a fully reclined position.
I offered no resistance as she pulled my top off over my head, then undid my
bra and removed it. Pushing me back she shrugged out of her top and bra then
laid on top of me, our tits mashing together, our lips once again exchanging
hot kisses. With her help I managed to get her panties off as well, so I
could feel her wet crotch mashing against my soaked slit. Her meaty ass was
wet to my touch as my hands caressed it.
Sally began moving down, sucking my tits, lavishing them with gentle kisses.
Continuing her path she slid down into the floor, then placed her face into
my wet crotch. All over my hairy mound she planted kisses and nibbles,
before sliding her sexy tongue into my slit. Sally licked my cunt and sucked
my clit for what seemed like an eternity, throwing me into a state of
perpetual orgasm. Letting out a loud, last gasp I could take no more and
pulled her off.
"Shit!" I cried, breathing heavily. "That was fucking awesome." Sally just
giggled with a sense of satisfaction. She crawled up beside me, giving me a
kiss. I sucked my own juices from her tongue, thrilled with the eroticism of
it all. I mean, here I was in a mall parking lot with a woman I barely knew.
We were both buck naked, soaked in piss and cum. There was only one thing
that could make it better.
"My turn!" I announced. "Lie down." I finally got to those luscious tits I'd
been longing to suck. My mouth wrapped around her perky nipples, sucking
deeply. She moaned with delight. After leaving her breasts drenched with my
saliva, I nibbled my way down her tummy to her sexy snatch.
Unable to play subtle I just dove in, shoving my face into her thick pubic
hair. My tongue dove into her cunt as my fingers held her lips wide open.
She squealed as she had her first orgasm, hot cum shooting into my mouth. I
kept going, carried away with lust. Her juices were soaking me down when I
heard her say "Oh baby, you better stop, I have to pee."
I heard her, but didn't care. I was totally lost in her beautiful body. "I'm
warning you..." she said again. In response I moved one hand up to her
tummy, and began massaging it as she had done for me. "Are you sure?"
I pressed a little harder, and just buried my face deeper into her fuck
hole. Anything so I didn't have to stop. All of a sudden my face was flooded
with warm salty liquid, mixed with the taste of her pussy. To my surprise,
and I have to admit delight, I was anything but repulsed. Her taste was not
bad at all, and I loved the feeling of the warm fluid running down my chin
and over my tits, falling down my tummy. I rubbed it all in my body while
continuing to eat her.
At what I thought was the height of her piss I jammed two fingers up her
twat. Sally screamed with pleasure, her body began to shake and gyrate. My
hand that had been on her stomach reached up to fondle her tits, while my
other hand continued to finger fuck this lovely lady. My tongue kept in the
action too, licking her clit.
As her trickle died down she gasped "stop... oh please stop... no more." I
moved up to lie beside her, taking her nude form into my own naked arms. We
kissed for a moment, then she said "Hey, it's late. Think you could give me
a ride home?" I nodded, not really wanting the night to end.
Looking at the dashboard clock she said "It's almost 3 am. Would you like to
spend the night with me? Um, I can't promise you though I won't wet the
bed."
"Promise it?" I gave her a kiss. "I'm counting on it!"
But that's another story...
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I hope you enjoyed this. If you got off while reading this, please let me
know! If anyone wants to swap stories, or has questions you can e-mail me at
plumplvr@hotmail.com .
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