Shopping With Sara

Well, that was quite an inaugural day of college, wouldn't you say? Haha! You'll hear some more later about me and Eric. The next day after classes, we (Kristine, Nicole, and me) all went down to the mall to windowshop. Actually they went down to windowshop, I went down to shoplift.

There, I admitted it. Take me away, officer. It's not an excuse, but my parents gave me little money to buy clothes with and they said they didn't want me to work until I received better grades. That left me in the familiar position of being between a rock and a hard place, when it came to acquiring new outfits. What did I need new clothes for, you might ask. Why, people became tired of watching me strip off the same old clothes all the time. Mwahaha!

I had this little gig we worked that Kristine and Nicole helped with. We would browse in one of those hip clothing stores in the mall and I would act real suspicious by taking lots of outfits in the dressing room with me, making certain I attracted all the sales personnel attention with my antics.

Then when I would come out, I would leave half of them in the dressing room. Naturally enough this caused the staff to think that I had put the outfits on under my clothes.

Meanwhile Kristine or Nicole would go in the dressing room and do just that, while the employees of the store were questioning me. What happened on the day in question was an example of the typical riff that I would run on them.

As I was sashaying from the shop, the head of the sales department stepped forward and blocked me from leaving. "Excuse me," she said. "I think you need to return the items you took."

Appearing to act highly indignant, I demanded in a loud voice, attracting attention from people all over the store, "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't take anything."

This was necessary in order to distract everyone in the store from watching Kristine or Nicole or both of them.

"You most certainly did," she insisted in a most supercilious tone.

"Prove it," I demanded. "Or step aside," I added, while attempting to step past her.

"Do I have to call security?" the young woman haughtily asked. Yeah, you know these places – you have to have a young woman in charge or the kids will think the clothes are old fashioned. In fact, to tell you the truth I sorta dug her looks. She was quite thin, but I think you have to be to model some of the new fashions like she had to, but her breasts appeared quite large beneath her pink knit jersey.

I could also tell she wasn't wearing a bra, because I could see her nipples were protruding hard through the soft fabric of her top. She had beautifully long red hair and, as I already have indicated, a flat stomach and a very narrow waist. Her facial features were quite attractive in an unusual way with very high cheek bones, very carefully formed thinned eyebrows and beautiful full luscious lips.

"What'd you want me to do anyway? Strip?" I retorted, having a difficult time with not laughing in the young woman's pretty face.

"No, certainly not," she replied, looking at me now quizzically. "Just go back in the dressing room and take the clothes off you have beneath yours."

"I will not!" I responded emphatically. "Then you'll think me guilty and I'm not!"

Every eye in the store was now on me and some of these were interested guys, who had been dragged along mall shopping by their girlfriends. Man, I was starting to get off on this. I could feel myself already becoming wet.

Before the attractive young woman, whose name was Betty, which the name tag on her blouse proclaimed, could respond further, I pulled my sweater up and over my head revealing my bare breasts! Betty flushed red and began to understand she might have more happening here than she had bargained for.

Before she could do anything to stop me, I dropped my short skirt to the floor and very carefully stepped out of it stark naked, except for my shoes.

"Oh my God!" Betty cried out, totally aghast at the sight of my nude body. "What are you doing?"

"There," I declared. "Does it look like I'm hiding anything underneath my outfit?"

"No, no, I was mistaken," admitted the young beauty. "Please put your clothes back on."

Betty was practically crying by this point. A crowd of interested customers had gathered around me, while Kristine and Nicole carried out half the store.

"I will not!" I said adamantly. "Not until you apologize to me for accusing me falsely of stealing."

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, now please put your clothes back on," the saleswoman pleaded.

"You know," I mused outloud thoughtfully, "I imagine I have quite a lawsuit here. Young woman forced to strip herself naked in mall to prove she wasn't shoplifting. What do you think?" I asked her rhetorically.

"Please," Betty was now reduced to begging. "I'll do whatever you want. Please don't cost me my job."

That was music to my ears. As I spoke to the young saleswoman, I couldn't help but notice that the few young men present in the store now had prominent bulges beneath their pants and their girlfriends were glaring angrily at them and then at me.

"Good," I approved. "Than come with me into the back of the store," I directed.

As I led the now quivering young woman to the stock room in back of the store, I debated my next plan. Usually I just leaned on them for some free outfits, but this struck me differently. I rather fancied this young woman and I, at the very least, wanted to see her naked.

We stepped into the back of the store and drew the curtain shut. I could tell that every salesperson left in the store was standing just outside the curtain listening to every word we spoke, because I could observe their feet under the curtain. That was great because that meant that Kristine and Nicole were free to empty out the store, so the longer I kept Betty back here, the more we could steal. I'm so bad. Haha!

I didn't know what kind of background Betty had, but I know she was having a difficult time looking at my nude body, but instead kept glancing down at the floor. To get the ball rolling, I suggested, "How about you give me five free outfits of my choosing and we'll call it all even."

That caught her attention. "Five!" she exclaimed loudly, quickly raising her head to stare at me. "That's a lot of money," Betty complained.

"A lot less than a lawsuit for mental cruelty and emotional suffering," I retorted, "Plus this way, you'll be allowed to keep your job."

I'll say this for her, sometimes they argue with me vehemently but ultimately futilely, because they have to eventually give in, but Betty grasped the fact that she had been thoroughly bamboozled and agreed to my demands immediately.

"There's just one more thing," I added in a tone that would appear to indicate that it was just an afterthought.

"What's that?" the young attractive woman asked wearily, probably assuming I wanted some shoes or some similar sort of item. I relished in my mind what I was going to say next and what her reaction would probably be.

"I want you to strip off all your clothing," I explained.

"What?!" Betty cried out, while turning beet red. I'm not sure what her problem was. We were both girls.

"You heard me," I riposted. "Take your clothes off!"

I heard some of the other salesgirls giggling outside the curtain. That got me off even more, knowing they were listening and possibly peeking through where the curtain joined.

Betty threw her hands up in front of herself instinctively, as if that was going to protect her against my demands.

"Now!" I insisted, "or I consult my attorney. I want to see if those tits are real or not." I just threw that part in to be crude and really worry her.

The good-looking young woman unfastened her skirt and lowered it to her feet, where she stepped out of it and then lay it on some unopened boxes. She then grasped the bottom of her pink pullover and lifted it off her body completely.

'Aha!' I thought. I had been right, she wasn't encumbered with a bra and her breasts were huge with gloriously large nipples. I could barely contain myself right then.

Betty stood clad only in her pink thong and shoes. I could tell she had no inclination to strip further and wouldn't unless I prodded her.

"Everything!" I commanded. "Shoes too."

The young woman flushed crimson and I began to wonder if maybe she had at least some bi-tendencies to be acting this way in front of another female. Betty slowly pulled her thong off reluctantly and then shucked her shoes. I could definitely observe some serious movement being done to that curtain. It's a wonder they hadn't pulled it down in their frenzy to look.

Betty was beautiful just as I assumed she would be and she stood attempting to shield her bountiful breasts and juicy pussy with her hands, and I quickly reached out and knocked them away saying, "Stop that! Place your hands down by your side."

I stepped slowly around her, as she stood nakedly at attention. She had a really superior ass too and she had this beautiful red pubic hair. As I stepped back in front of her, I noticed her labia was somewhat distended and there was some moisture present just by standing naked in front of me. I was right! This girl was getting off too. I noticed she was still slightly quivering, although I now believed it was in anticipated lust, rather than nervousness or shock.

I took her by the hand and cooed in my most sincere voice, "Betty, my name is Sara and I'm happy to meet you. You need to relax, because I won't hurt you or make you do anything you're uncomfortable with."

That wasn't exactly true, but there was no sense worrying her unnecessarily at that point. To prove my point to the young woman, I took her hand I was holding and gently placed it on my left breast and just let it sit there.

As soon as she began to feel comfortable enough to gently rub my nipple, I pulled her to me in a tight embrace. Her bare body felt so good on mine! This was so hot making love to this young woman in the back of the store with her subordinates watching us. I probably could have creamed right then, if I thought about it real hard.

"You are so beautiful," I murmured to Betty.

I felt her return my compliment by rubbing her hands softly all over my body. She put her hands everywhere, straight down my back and around the curve of my ass. The pretty young woman suddenly moved her hands around to my pussy and then began to manipulate my clit.

Oh, I was squirming then. I was used to being the seducer, rather than the seduced and the attractive redhead was definitely seducing me.

"Oh Betty!" I exclaimed, while writhing with intense pleasure the more she worked my clit. God! My knees buckled, and Betty caught my weight. She definitely knew what she was doing.

Suddenly the good looking redhead dropped to her knees in front of me and finished her erotic task with her tongue. She hardened it somehow and stuck it straight up my pussy and began to thrust with it.

"Goddamn!" I cried out, as the cum cascaded from me into Betty's willing mouth. If I hadn't already been in love with Eric, I think I was have fallen right then for that young woman. As it was, I think I fell 'in lust' with her.

Betty stood up and offered me a brief hug. She smiled and suggested, "Wait right here and I'll go get your clothes."

She then returned to the public part of the store stark naked herself to retrieve my clothes. I loved that! I had a convert. I heard loud cries of shock, when the young woman walked nakedly through her place of employment. She was soon back with my outfit and wouldn't let me do anything, as she lovingly dressed me. We kissed one more long passionate kiss and then made plans to meet again. I then sashayed through the curtain and out through the store with every eye on me, until I rejoined my friends in the main part of the mall. Mwahaha!