Maggie Hill
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Task 7.1 – Mischief at the Mall
🕑 Added 2023-10-24 23:31:55 +0000 UTCAfter my last task, I got something out of it more than another intense memory to masturbate to and a fun night eating out…food, sure, yeah it was food. Anyways, I got a friend with a like mind who ended up liking my way of thinking and having ideas of her own. This task was inspired by Kim.
Her idea was, like the night we met, it wasn’t as much about showing off, as it was about the fear of being seen and even though the dress was an intense touch, that sometimes it’s the mundane that secretly covers up a dirty secret that could be so much hotter. So, I decided to try something I wrote about a lot and rarely tried in such an open setting.
It was a beautiful day out, about 70 degrees, which would normally be a little chilly for me, but for me, nothing to worry about in one of my thick, soft, comfy, oversized hoodies. Though today I decided to spend it doing some shopping at the mall. Not like I had a lot of money these days, but sometimes a girl just needs some retail therapy to get her mind off of things.
The drive there was nothing special until I got to the parking lot. Part of the excitement was having to get ready first, without getting caught. I had my usual attire on, cargo shorts, panties, a bra and t-shirt to go with my socks and Chucks. Ever since my job has been forcing me to wear shoes, I’ve grown more accustomed to them which was about to make things a lot more difficult than I thought. I wanted to park far away from the mall, somewhere secluded but decided to park where I normally did and sadly, today was kind of busier than usual. At least I was between two SUV’s so what I was about to do would be somewhat concealed.
Like I said before, I had my amazing hoodie and I intended that was all I was going to wear on this adventure. I decided for some reason to not take off my shoes and I realized that was a big mistake. Take off my baggie shorts and panties got all tangled in with my shoes and caused me to panic nearly ripping one of my favorite pair of shorts and made me exposed from the waist down a lot longer than I was hoping to be. Anyone walking behind the car probably wouldn’t have seen but if anyone had walked between the cars and next to mine would have seen a bare, freshly shaven, virgin pussy.
Untying and kicking off my shoes was the only thing I could do and a mess I would have to clean up to be able to put them back on. I started to put my arms into my hoodie to take off my bra and shirt in cover, but something stopped me. Maybe it was the feeling that it was cheating, maybe I wanted to experience more and push my limits to their fullest. Not the smartest thing to actually do in real life, but something made me do it. At this moment I started to really learn more about myself in real situations rather than the ones I only dreamt about, although I wasn’t sure if I was just really brave or too horny to know any better.
So, I took off the hoodie first, sitting there in just a baggy shirt and my bra was exciting but I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t such a big deal, anyone would just think I was sitting in my car and wouldn’t know any better to be honest. That’s when my hands grabbed the bottom and slowly lifted it up and over my head and putting it on the passenger seat.
“Now if they saw you from behind, they may be a little suspicious seeing a girl with her bare shoulders and possibly just wearing a bra,” I thought to myself, “then again, a lot of girls have been walking around wearing what could be confused with just a bra.”
That’s when I reached back and unclasped it, the support of it slowly releasing and feeling the freedom of not being constrained accompanied by the fear of about to no longer feeling covered caused me to shiver. My body shook and ached in ways only this intense arousal caused me. I let the bra slip down my arms and slowly placed it with everything else.
“People could think you’re just wearing a tube top, something strapless or maybe the seat covers you completely and they won’t be even able to tell at all.”
That’s when I knew my inner voice was wrong, I was naked, completely and utterly naked and if anyone passed by it would be as clear as day. Even behind there was no guarantee that I was safe, that any reflection off of my mirrors, the mirrors of the cars beside me, a reflection I didn’t think of. My windows weren’t even tinted, and a small, pale, white girl like me in the driver’s seat was like a glowing beacon in the dark leather seats of my car. I wanted to put on my hoodie, to have some feeling of cover but something in me was stopping myself from just grabbing it and throwing it on as fast as I could.
“Come on, Katie’s waiting for us,” were the words I heard from behind the car as I saw girls quickly walk behind my car heading towards the mall.
I sat there with my arm over my chest and a hand covering my pussy, not moving. I knew that had already passed, but at that moment my predicament really did hit me. Like a scared animal trying to hide, fearing that one motion would give me away, I now, slowly grabbed the hoodie next to me and put it on. I had worn it naked plenty of times especially at home, the feeling was like a warm blanket around me that made me feel nothing but safe and comfortable, although now, it felt like a thin piece of fabric, a tiny veil that threatened to expose me at any second.
Like I said before, reaching down and untangling my shoes from my shorts and panties was no fun and getting caught up in the gas and brake pedals caused me to have to open up the door and get out bare foot onto the cold asphalt. There was something about being barefoot and just in my hoodie that made me feel so vulnerable, it was something I did only in the comfort of my bedroom, but to be like this in such a public place felt like wearing my childish pajamas out for all to see. Bending over made me really self-conscious as well as bending over so low made me feel the hem of the hoodie against the bottom curve of my ass. I guess when you wearing something like this in the comfort of your private bedroom, such things don’t get noticed.
Untangled and undone, I sat back in the car and with bare legs sticking out put my socks and shoes back on. I guess what was left of my rational mind was telling me to just put on my clothes and either go to the mall without my underwear and shirt and that would be enough or just leave all together before things got very much out of my control.
