Normally she wore tights under her skirts but it was summer and her legs didn’t need any cover. Melanie discarded them that morning. Suddenly she felt nervous again and yet naughty, very naughty. She felt the breeze again brushing over her sex. Melanie had also discarded her panties that morning.
As she rode up the escalator she looked down at the ground floor of the mall; she felt vulnerable, it was lunch time and it was beginning to get busy as office workers vacated their desks. Fortunately she couldn’t see anyone looking upwards; heads were either looking ahead or at the shop windows around them. For a moment she felt safe, less vulnerable, and then she saw him. He was looking up. A man around her own age was looking up at her. He had spotted her. The look of lust on his face told her that he had seen up her skirt. She automatically closed her legs tighter but it was too late, he had seen her; he had seen her nakedness and his interest had been aroused. Suddenly she saw him move quickly to the escalator. Not only was he now on the escalator but he was also leaping up the moving steps to get to her.
Her legs started to wobble as she turned her back on him, she didn’t want him making eye contact. The escalator reached the next floor and she stepped quickly towards the next one. She resisted turning around, she didn’t want him knowing that she was running from him. She resisted turning around the whole journey to the next floor but then she caught his reflection in a shop window; he was just a few steps behind her now; she was almost within touching distance.
She came off at the third floor and headed straight into a clothes shop. Perhaps he had continued his journey upwards; perhaps she had got it all wrong but when she looked out from behind a skirt rack she saw him there. He was stood outside the shop opposite as if looking in the window but they were only momentary glances. He was really interested in her.
Panic was setting in now. She had two choices; ignore him and continue shopping or make a dash to her car and leave. Suddenly someone stopped to speak to him and she decided to make her move; it was to be back to the car. As she stepped onto the downwards escalator she caught his movement in the corner of her eye. He was following her again. One more floor came and went, and then she reached the lift to the underground car park.
So had he; he was behind her waiting with others for the lift doors to open. Melanie looked away as he stood by her side. She was parked on the bottom floor and by the time she reached it there were just the two of them. She avoided eye contact again as she walked to the lone vehicle in the corner.
“What do you want?” she snapped as she turned.
“I’m interested.”
“Interested?”
“You’re not wearing panties.”
She turned and walked quickly to the car. Her key was quickly in her hand; her doors unlocked but he was faster. As she sat down in her seat he was quickly by her side in the passenger seat.
“Get out!”
He raised his hand in a surrender motion. “It’s okay; I’m not going to touch you. I’m just interested in why you’re not wearing panties.”
She had no answer for him.
“Your Louis Vuitton handbag tells me you can afford them.”
“I… I… “
“It’s okay, it’s not a crime,” he reassured. “I would suggest wearing a pleated dress next time, perhaps up to here,” he told her, placing the edge of his hand midway on her thigh. “You have lovely legs so why not show them off.”
She acknowledged the mark and his compliment.
“Can I take a peek?”
“No you can’t. What sort of a woman do you think I am?”
He smiled. “I think we have already established that.”
She managed a faint smile. “May I?” he asked touching her hem.
The faintest of nods brought his hand into play. “Shaved,” he sighed as her mound came into view. “Such a beautiful sight.”
Melanie gazed down at her nakedness.
His hand hovered over her sex. “May I?”
Another faint nod brought his fingers into play. “Do this yourself?”
Her head shook. “My husband.”
“He did a good job,” he commented running a finger between her puffed labia lips.
She moaned softly. Another finger joined it and he pushed into her wetness. Her thighs parted to allow him greater access and his thumb pressed against her clitty. “Relax,” he whispered as moved closer.
She groaned and then their lips met. His fingers were long and thick and quickly found their mark. Fast and deep thrusts quickly had her gyrating in her seat and his lips tight against hers, stifled her cries of ecstasy. Her orgasm came quickly as he held her shuddering body tightly.
“I needed that,” she confessed, breathlessly.
“My pleasure.”
She smiled as she gripped his bulge. “You should be getting back to the office,” she told him glancing at the dashboard clock.
He sighed. “You’d better be ready when I get home tonight,” he warned.
“As always, darling.”
“And be prepared for a good spanking as well.”
Melanie felt nervous yet excited again.
