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she liked. He earnestly invited us to come back again, and said to be sure to ask for him by name when we did. He even gave us his work schedule to be sure he was there when we came.

By this point, we had both had just about as much of these titillating activities as we could stand without getting some relief, so we left the mall, got in the car and started to drive home. While I was driving, we talked to each other about what we observed during our little adventure, how we felt about it, and the reactions of the men who had been lucky enough to passively participate in it, especially the fortuitous shoe salesman, who had succeeded in getting the closest look at her.

We talked about a possible future variation on the theme, where instead of not wearing any panties at all, she would wear a pair of her tiniest, sheerest, string bikini style panties, but make sure the crotch has crept well up into the crack of her cunt before we went into the mall. That might make it seem like her display was even more unintentional, and still would be very arousing to both us and the salesman. The slight pressure of the soft panties on her inner cunt lips and clit would also serve to add physical stimulation to the psychological excitement of the situation. We agreed that the variation had definite possibili-ties.

Talking about the events of the day seemed to get us even more turned on than the actual incidents had. As we did, she slipped her hand up well under her skirt. When I glanced down at her lap, I could clearly tell by the movement of the material near her crotch that she was rubbing her hot pussy while we conversed. I asked her to turn sideways in her seat and pull her hem up higher so I could watch her play with herself. That's one thing that never fails to turn me on unbelievably. She quickly and eagerly complied, also spreading her lovely legs apart to give me an even better view. Since she didn't have to be covert about her actions anymore, she now went to work on her box with both hands at once.

From that point on, I had trouble watching the road. My eyes kept returning to her crotch, just like the salesman's did, but I got to see her actually rubbing her clit and pumping two fingers up her dripping hole. I guess we're lucky I didn't get into an accident. Several times, the cars in front of me slowed down or stopped while my attention was otherwise occupied, and I just managed to avoid hitting them.

I asked her to slide over to me, take my cock out and stroke it as we drove along, but she refused, saying that both her hands wee busy, and that I'd just have to wait until we got home. Of course, I pleaded my case again, since my dick felt like it was about ready to burst through my jeans on its own, but she turned me down flat, seemingly enjoying the fact that she was driving me absolutely crazy with unfulfilled lust, at least temporarily.

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