High Voltage/Mall
From Create Your Own Story
I decided to burn some time at the mall. That way, I could hit the food court and walk around to entertain myself. I arrived at the mall in about 15 minutes and rode the escalator up to the food court. I walked passed all the burger and pizza places, something told me Lauren wouldn't eat there, and went to Subway. I ordered a six-inch sandwich with a water and ate it happily.
When I was done eating, I sat for a little while and watched people walk by, and took note of their mannerisms. There was an abundance of girls, although most of them were a little younger than I was. I found a group of three girls a closer to my age and decided I would follow them to see where they went.
I followed them into a jewelry store where they were looking at earrings. I followed them to a record store where they looked at pop culture shirts on the walls. I followed them to a department store where they browsed the racks. They each selected some dresses and went into the dressing room. The thought of being in the women's dressing room was exhilarating.
I picked up a navy blue dress and went in behind them. The three girls were out of the stalls and were all looking at one of the girls in a large central mirror. "I don't know Whitney, that dress isn't Alpha Chi's style. You know they have a reputation for being one of the classier sororities."
I went into a stall and shut the door. I removed my shirt and my jeans and slipped into the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw my reflection smile back at me. Was I really smiling just because I looked good in a dress? The smile after the shower was shower was exhilarating, but was this all it took now?
I unzipped the dressed and stepped out of it. I was only wearing my black bra and panties as I gazed longingly at my reflection. I blew myself a kiss and sauntered over to the mirror sexily. I tried to forget that I was the girl and tried to pretend as if it was just a nearly nude girl approaching me. I turned around and looked coyly over my shoulder as I unhooked my bra, spinning slowly to reveal my breasts. I slipped my thumbs into my panties and wriggled them down my hips very slowly. I watched the reflection as she teased me, and with my panties at my knees, I let my fingers touch myself. I gasped sharply.
"Did you hear that?" one of the girls asked?
"Shit!" I said under my breath.
"Yeah," another one said. "I think it came from Rachel's stall."
I pulled my panties back up and rehooked my bra.
"It wasn't me," the last girl said.
I dressed as quickly as I could, grabbed my belongings and scurried out of the stall, the store, and back to the parking lot. After about 20 minutes of driving, I had arrived on my street.
Should I:
