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College boy finds out Futa's are real.

Well, except for the two or three inches of belly between my top and skirt, the bare legs, and the boobs that threatened to rip my tank top in half. Damn, I loved dressing this way.

Larry took my arm and we walked into the mall. I attracted looks from men and women, some disapproving but many more who seemed to like what they saw. I put a little extra sway in my step as we walked down the corridor to the opposite end. "Hey, baby, wear a little less!" one guy called when I walked past.

Grinning, I flipped up the side of my skirt just enough to give him a hint of what was-or rather wasn't-underneath. The guy whistled. "I know what he'll be doing when he gets home," Larry whispered.

"Uh huh. I hope so." The thought of giving a guy something to masturbate to sent tingles through my cunt. These little trips were a form of torture for me; by the time they were over, it was usually all I could do to make myself wait till we got home before I grabbed Larry and fucked him silly. But it was such exciting torture, I could hardly complain.

We finally made it to the office supply place, after a lot more looks and a few more comments. The place was empty of customers, which was perfect for my plans. While Larry checked out the ink cartridges, comparing brands and prices even though he would end up buying the same one he always did, I walked along the ends of the aisles until I spotted a male employee kneeling in one aisle, stocking pens and pencils. I sashayed into the aisle and pretended to be looking for something, though of course the only thing I wanted was his reaction.

"Um, can I help you?" he asked.

I looked at him. His face was red, and he seemed more than a little flustered to have a half-naked woman standing beside him. Very nice. I reached up for a box of markers that was on the top shelf and heard him gulp as the hem of my skirt rose above a level that would be considered tame. "Could you get those markers for me? I can't quite reach."

"Oh, sure. Of course." He stood and pulled the markers down for me. A few other boxes fell, narrowly missing me. "I'm so sorry. I'll pick those up."

"Not a problem." I brushed against him as I left the aisle. "Thanks for the help."

Larry was waiting for me at the registers. "All set?"

"Uh huh." I looked over my shoulder. The guy who'd helped me was nowhere in sight. "I think I might have traumatized some poor shelf stocker."

"Naughty you." He gave me a light slap on the ass, ignoring the stares from the two cashiers who stood at the registers with nothing to do. "Are you actually buying those markers, or did you just pick them up to tease the poor, defenseless employee?"

"I'll buy them. I'll find something to use them for."

"Hand them over, then."

While Larry paid for our purchases, I leaned against him and ran my hand over his thigh. The cashier watched us, open-mouthed, until Larry said, "Thank you; have a nice night," and led me away.

We went back to the corridor. "Have I been a good girl?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, very good." Larry checked his watch. "I think we have just enough time for a trip to the pretty panty store. If you want something there, though, you'll have to decide quickly."

"Oh, I will." I already knew what I wanted; I'd been eyeballing a royal blue bra and thong set for a month or so now. I'd just been waiting for Larry to offer to buy me something. I preferred to have him buy my lingerie rather than buying it myself; somehow it seemed hotter that way.

As we walked through the door of the lingerie store, we heard, "The mall will be closing in ten minutes. Please complete your purchases at this time."

"It's almost closing time" The woman at the store's counter apparently figured we couldn't hear. She looked me up and down. "Are you sure you need anything here tonight?"


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