Here a story from the old sexboards forum.

"A Day At The Mall"
by Ceci

The birds awoke me early that Wednesday morning. Rolling over and throwing a pillow over my head I attempted to return to my deepened slumber. I had purposely taken a day of vacation from my busy job as a CPA to catch up on some much-needed sleep and to shop for an elegant dress for my brother?s wedding. Tax season had just ended and seeing another 1040 Form from the all-famous procrastinators was not on my agenda that day. This day was for me. Darlene?s day off!

As I drifted in and out of sleep I attempted to empty my mind, but, finally I gave in; this is fruitless, I thought. I may as well start the day earlier than anticipated and take my time. Rising with a long stretch of my arms and legs, I padded out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Opening my blinds that overlooked six acres of forested land I sat and watched the sky brighten and the wildlife enjoying their breakfast at the various feeders I had placed amongst the trees. The birds seemed to make it a game by harassing the wooly squirrels that were merely trying to store away their winter food and provide for their families.

When the coffee was ready, I poured myself a generous cup, donned my robe and perched myself in my deck chair to enjoy the early morning fresh air. I unconsciously began to run the heel of my foot up and down my long sleek legs. Loosening up the tight muscles that had been still all night. I was at my prime at age 33. Exercise was on my daily agenda and I knew it was paying off for me.

I laid my head back on the chair still clutching my hot cup of coffee warming my hands. The nights had already started to turn chilly and it was still September. The steam curled up from my cup and my breath was present in the air each time I exhaled. I knew I had a long day ahead of me at the mall. I needed all the caffeine I could muster to find the exact perfect dress for the upcoming occasion.

After downing the last drop of coffee I headed inside to begin my morning routine of exercise. Dressing in my sports bra and warm up pants I mounted my stationery bike and began to peddle my usual fifteen miles. As I worked my way towards mile three, I could feel the endorphins rushing through my body. With my Walkman attached to my ears my rhythm became synonymous with the music. I always relied on music in every aspect of my life. I had become a music junkie in the last five years. My former lover got me totally engrossed in it and I learned to appreciate everything from elevator music to country. I also could now admit; yes, I really did like Barry Manilow and darn proud of it! Not only did the music motivate me, it also made the time go faster. Before I knew it, I had passed my fifteen mile mark and in record time. Climbing off the bike I was drenched in perspiration. After wiping my face and neck with my towel, I slowly began my cool down stretches. My muscles were taut but began to relax. Lying on my back on the floor I arched my back, leaning only on my hands and feet thrusting my stomach and breasts towards the ceiling. With the endorphins running through my body and the cooling down period was close to a sexual feeling. Perhaps that is the reason I enjoyed my exercise periods so much.

Noticing the time had quickly passed I bounded for the shower, hosing down and shampooing my hair. My long blond hair strung down my back and began to dry as I applied my make-up and selected my dress for the day. I chose one of my chic short skirts that hugged my hips and a deep blue silk blouse. Pawing through my drawer I found my brief blue lace bikini panties and matching bra. My favorite bra, which accentuated my full natural, breasts and just barely covered my perpetually stiff nipples. I pulled my thigh high nylons almost to my crotch and shimmied into my skirt. Wrapping the blue blouse around me, it picked up the iridescent blue in my eyes. My hair had naturally dried, but, needed a touch from the curling iron. Satisfied with my appearance, I slipped into my favorite and most comfortable black heels and headed out the door for a day of shopping.

Cruising down the expressway the sun was shining down through the sunroof of my BMW. I reached down and put in my favorite CD and cranked up the volume. Automatically I started singing along and keeping an even beat with the music on my steering wheel. Closing in on my exit, I glanced over my shoulder to change lanes. Thinking I had enough room I made my move only to hear a long honk and swerved back into my lane. Looking back to the offended driver I nodded a sincere apology only to receive a stoic stare over a pair of Ray-Bans from a beautiful brunette as she whizzed by in her bright red convertible. I again slowly eased over behind her and followed her down the off ramp. She gunned it as the light turned red obviously irritating several cars attempting to start through the intersection. With an extended finger, she sped on her way.

Pulling into the mall parking lot, I positioned myself in the mid section knowing that I was going to search the entire mall from chic boutiques to department stores to find the perfect gown and accessories from stem to stern, for my baby brothers wedding. As I pulled into an empty parking spot and turned off my engine, I checked my hair and make-up in the rear view mirror. Replacing my sunglasses I made the trek to the nearest mall door. Several cars stopped as I crossed in the designated crosswalk. One gentleman whistled and asked if he could join me. I politely smiled saying ?Thanks so much, but, you?re not my type.? ?Not a Mercedez?? he asked. ?No, wrong gender? I responded as I flipped the door open and began my day of shopping.

Ambling down the tree lined mall, I stopped at a few store windows and peered in. Nothing struck my eye. I came to my favorite boutique hoping I would get lucky and find just what I was looking for. I was well known in this establishment and by now they should know my American Express card number from memory. ?Good morning, Darlene!? said the petite sales clerk. ?A gracious good morning to you, Melissa!? I responded. Melissa was a gem. She knew my likes and dislikes and when new merchandise came in and there was something that she?d know I would approve of she would set it aside and leave a message on my voice mail describing the item in detail and what parts of my body would be accentuated. ?What can I help you with today?? she asked. ?I have an important wedding coming up next month. My little brother is finally taking the big step. It?s an evening wedding and reception. I?m looking for something stylish and sexy yet subdued. Does that make sense?? I asked. Her eyes lit up as she said, ?I think I have a few choices. Follow me.?

I purposely remained several steps behind to watch the magnificent wiggle of her firm ass. So many times I?ve wanted to invite her into the fitting room with me and observe her reaction. Just knowing she was directly outside the curtain and possibly peeking in was a definite turn on for me. Several times I did request her assistance with zippers and she took her time in doing so. This lovely sweet little thing would be a perfect appetizer for the main course.

In the right corner towards the back of the store was a rack of eveningwear. I stood back as Melissa selected four dresses for my review. Dropping one on the floor she exclaimed, ?Damn, I?m sorry Darlene. The floor may have soiled this one. Let me get you another in your size. It will just take me a moment.? ?No need, sweetheart,? I said with a smile and a wink, ?If I choose this particular dress, then you may replace it!? As she leaned to pick up the fallen garment, the short burgundy dress she was wearing rose to the darker portion of her pantyhose. Hoping she would take her time and possibly lean further kept me staring intently. But, to my dismay, she collected the garments and hung them all in a fitting room for me to try on. I entered the last fitting room and before closing the drape behind me, I set down my purse and leaned over to remove my heels. I glanced up to the mirror in front of me watching Melissa. Her eyes widened as my skirt rose well above my thigh highs. Hmmm, I thought, perhaps this little morsel would be interested in helping me with more than just zippers. I turned around smiling as I grabbed the edge of the curtain and said, ?Stay close by honey, I may need your assistance!? ?No problem, Darlene, Norma is watching the store.? Norma was the owner of the boutique and quite a stunning woman in her own right. I often wondered if perhaps she and Melissa might have more than an employer/employee relationship.

I purposely did not draw the drape completely shut, leaving it open about two inches. Just enough to allow Melissa a clear view. Again I faced the mirror and began to undress. I could see Melissa in the mirror. She was leaning against the wall looking towards the showroom floor.

I quickly disrobed and took the first dress off the hanger and stepped into it. Melissa had done it again; she knew exactly what would look good on me. As I was focussing my attention on my reflection in the mirror she said, ?How?s it going, Darlene? Anything you like yet?? ?Yes, indeed.? I said, ? This first one is definitely a keeper, but, it?s not quite what I had in mind for a wedding. However, I can use it for many occasions. Could you help me adjust it?? She opened the curtain and said ?Certainly, Darlene. If you want my opinion though, I think it would look much better on you if you weren?t wearing a bra.?

Smiling I said, ?I believe you are right, Melissa. Let?s see how it looks.? I moved my arms out of the sleeves and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts fall free, not at all attempting to cover myself. I repositioned the dress and Melissa zipped up the back. ?Oh Darlene, this is stunning! But if you don?t mind I think it just needs a bit more adjusting? she said as she reached around from behind me, ?Do you mind?? I felt my pulse racing wondering what she was going to do. ?Sure, Melissa, you?re the expert? I said. With that she pulled open the plunging neckline of the garment and slowly and deliberately cupped my right breast pulling it up higher, then did the same to the left breast. She took her time on each side gently squeezing as she pulled them up. I felt a stirring in my pussy. This lovely little thing was obviously enjoying it as much as I was and we both were breathing faster.

?There? she said ?Now, doesn?t that look better?? Still lost in the intense feeling of her sweet hands on my breasts, I couldn?t respond right away. Jarring back to the present I looked in the mirror and answered ?Oh yes, you were right as always!? She was pleased with herself no doubt and said, ?Well, you have such a fabulous body, you need show it off as much as possible!? Turning around facing her I said, ?Oh really? Do you think so?? as I reached out and stroked her lovely brown hair extending it down to her dimples. A slight blush rose to her cheeks as she glanced towards the floor. then back up at me with those melting brown eyes. Shyly, she stuttered, ?Uh, yeah, um?. Yes, I do think so? as she clutched my hand. Thinking perhaps that I had pressed my luck in touching her, I tried to pull my hand away, but, she held it firmly to her face, moving it down to her chin, then her neck. Slowly inching closer to her cleavage. Her breasts were heaving at a quickening pace. I held my cool, not completely sure what she was intending. She placed my hand on her right breast and whispered, ?I?ve felt yours, now it?s only fair that you feel mine.?

A warm wave rushed over me and my knees weakened. For well over two years, I have desired this sweet thing, and here she was steering my hand towards her small, but, impressively firm breast. She opened her neckline and guided my hand underneath her breast. She inhaled with one quick breath and exhaled a slow quiet moan and said, ?Finally. Finally after all this time I have your hand on my breast!? My pulse was out of control and I could feel my pussy moistening. Still with my hand in place, I reached under her chin, and tilted her face up. There was fire in her eyes as I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers, as I gently massaged her breast. The heat overcame both of us as we probed each other?s mouths with our tongues. Pulling my hand out, she whined with dismay. Embracing her, she returned the favor. Locked in each other?s arms, I didn?t want to let go.

Several minutes had passed when Norma neared the fitting rooms and said, ?Melissa? Melissa? Are you back here?? We shockingly broke our embrace. Still panting, she said ?Yes, Norma. I?m helping Darlene with some fittings.? Norma responded, ?Oh, well, I really need to get to the bank before noon. Darlene, dear, can you do without Melissa for the moment? If not, I?ll delay my trip to the bank a few more minutes.? I did not want to let this ripe sweet tomato out of my arms, but, I knew this was her livelyhood and she was a single mother. Calming down and not letting go of Melissa or breaking eye contact, I spoke out ?Oh, Norma, not a problem. If I need assistance I?m sure Melissa would be able to dash back and help me with a zipper. Please don?t let me disrupt your business!?

Stroking Melissa?s face I whispered, ?Later, you sweet thing. I?ll have you later!? A bright smile came to her face as her breathing returned to normal. ?Yes, Darlene. OH YES!? With a brief kiss she returned to the sales floor as I tried to refocus myself on the task at hand.
I tried on the three remaining dresses that Melissa had selected for me. All were very nice, but, not quite what I had in mind for my brother?s wedding. The first one, however, I just couldn?t resist. It was too perfect on me.

I returned to my clothes all the while remembering the touch of Melissa hands on my breasts and mine on hers, her soft lips on mine and her talented tongue probing my mouth. If only we had had more time. Who knows what would have happened? But, the ice had been broken and the path had been paved. This luscious baby doll with the sexy little wiggle was as interested in me as I was in her.