Flashed back to my younger days, full of adventure. I remembered trying all the newest rages. Especially liked the ones that involved being nude anywhere.
My girlfriends and I would put on our skimpiest clothing and go to the mall. We loved the reactions from all the young gentlemen. Oh, and let's not forget the old guys that got slapped by their wives for looking.
I think back on a time that we got in trouble for our clothes, and I got us out of with a well-done blowjob on the guard. Good thing, I was very talented with my mouth, not just in talking.
The mall was always a favorite place throughout my years of growing into a mature woman. I have often frequented them with nothing on but a see-through blouse and a skimpy skirt.
I was at one last week with a close friend wearing only a black leather skirt, a black leather jacket, and a completely see-through blouse. My nipples and areoles were in plain sight for all to see. I didn't bother zipping the coat because, well, I wanted them to look.
My friend was dressed equally as decadent as well. Her outfit was a sheer tank-top that clung to every inch of her toned body. It cradled her breasts so tight you could make out the bumps around her dark brown nipples. She had kids, so her nipples and tits were slightly larger than mine. They were so beautiful, I almost wanted to suckle them in the store for everyone to see.
We walked in and out of all the stores intentionally. We loved the attention and knew if we kept going, the guards would be along soon. They always showed up. Sometimes there were new younger ones there that we haven't had the pleasures of yet. Sometimes it was the old farts. Either way, they always showed up ready for us.
We spent several minutes walking around and chatted up the clerks. Male ones, of course. But some of the girls were interesting as well. Most of the girl clerks just glared and talked to each other about us, I am sure. We didn't care. We knew we could make their boyfriends happier than them any day.
As if right on queue, the guards showed up. One old and one new younger one. We looked at each other and smiled. We had already decided what would happen ahead of time. We knew if the guards showed up, we each would get one. It was my turn with the new younger ones. I was excited.
They took us back to the office, and the old man locked the door behind him. He then approached my friend and took her to the other room. The younger was with me. He seemed extremely nervous. I smiled at him and winked a few times and tried to calm him down.