The Economy

Susan, a friend of mine, works for a local software firm and every once in a while, when things are slow at her office she and I chat online. Ordinarily I'm no big fan of online chat, finding it terribly slow and generally annoying, but she and I are old friends and have fun ranting at each other on sundry topics and exchanging sexual banter in the most shameless fashion. For her sake I hope nobody is recording our chats at her workplace because she could get into terrible trouble with her HR.

Anyway, we were bantering back and forth, with Susan telling me that she had done her work, sent off her software to QA and didn't really have anything to do at the moment. Oh yes, she also said she was feeling horny, a feeling our chatter apparently did nothing to satisfy. Quite the opposite in fact.

Susan is happily hooked up with a boyfriend these days, but we briefly used to work at the same company back in our careers and had a brief and physically satisfying fling at the time. It's been a long time since we fooled around, but I had fond memories of her compact, slightly stocky body and enthusiastic approach to fucking.

Before her rather colorful admission of her state of arousal ("I could pull the Orient Express!") Susan and I were discussing the state of the economy. I had been out to lunch not too long ago at the Vallco shopping center which had a decent smorgasbord type sushi restaurant (Mahalo Valhalla anybody?). While there I took the opportunity to pop into the local JC Penny's to pick up a couple pairs of jeans. Walking through the mall and into the store I couldn't help but notice that the place was deserted, which pretty much confirmed my dismal assessment of the post-Holiday economy.

The upshot of all this was that the empty mall was on my mind when Susan made her salacious admission of extreme horniness. I shot back that I'd be happy to bogey her caboose, and that given the state of the economy we could do it undisturbed in the middle of the Vallco mall. Susan shot back that she'd always wanted to have sex at the mall, since it was after all her natural environment - she's one of those girls who just loves to shop recreation ally.

This was when the egg of a wicked idea germinated in my own horny brain. I told Susan that if she was game I would make her wish come true. Naturally she mocked me, but I had a plan and told her that if work was slow she should split and meet me at Vallco in a half an hour, which was around 3:30 in the afternoon.

Susan is a compact, slightly stocky woman in her early 40's, about 5'5 or so, with dirty blond hair just beginning to show some silver. She's got a big bust, curvy hips and a rounded tummy in between, but she's solid rather then fat since she does a lot of walking and visits the gym regularly. Her car pulled into the parking lot just as I was getting out of mine and even as we hugged hello she wanted to know just what the hell I was up to and that I was no doubt thinking with my penis again so it was probably going to be good. I assured her it was and told her my plan.

The other day, I said, when I was buying my jeans at the JC Penny store I used the dressing rooms to check the fit. (I know my measurements, but that really means nothing when it comes to pants since they do tend to vary wildly in size and cut no matter what it says on the label.) What I noticed was that when I was there in the afternoon after lunch the place was deserted. The clerks were off doing their endless clothes folding and there were no customers anywhere around, no doubt due to the sucky economy. The dressing rooms in the men's department were deserted and completely private.

The plan, as I explained it to Susan, was to infiltrate the JC Penny's dressing room and do whatever nasty thing we could get away with without getting caught. Naturally when Susan heard the idea she was all for it and pinched my ass painfully in anticipation.

In truth, there was little risk. Couples go in there all the time to advise each other on their sartorial choices, there are no cameras, nor any customers, and the clerks were not likely to bother us. But the idea of fucking in the middle of the day in JC Penny's was just too good to pass up.

So in we go, and sure enough, the mall is virtually deserted. As we make our way into JC Penny's we note a few customers, mostly women, probably housewives, doing some desultory shopping, frequently with some kid in tow. We go to the second floor and the men's section, and find no clerks in the immediate vicinity. There's a mom and, inexplicably, some teenage kid (shouldn't he be in school?) over by the sports clothing section, but otherwise the place is pretty deserted. So far so good.

I grab a pair of pants and a shirt, just to make it look good, and Susan and I just walk right into the dressing room. Nobody there. We head for a booth in the back of the room, lock the door and silently laugh as we immediately throw our jackets on a hook and start groping for our clothing.

Susan is in a nice pair of slacks and a purple blouse, and I make a beeline for her trouser front, and she in turn starts unbuckling my belt as we mash our lips together and do that tongue thing. She wins the unbuckling race and down she goes on her knees, liberates my dick from my underwear, and takes it in her lips, starting to suck it like a trooper. I dig my hands into her hair and enjoy the warmth of her mouth as she works her magic, squatting before me with her pants undone. We both put the full length mirror to good use as we admire her fine work in progress for a bit.

It doesn't take long for me to really, really want to lick her, so I raise her up, bend her generous ass over the little bench and peel her pants and underwear (sensible, full cut, tan) down her thighs. I go to my knees and bury my head in her pussy from behind, my tongue tasting her incredibly warm and wet cunt, inhaling her strong scent. She bends her knees and pushes against my head, contracting her pussy and ass while I lick her. Very hot. Her strong scent brings back some fond memories of our long ago sex sessions, particularly one nice episode we enjoyed outdoors in the woods one weekend. Smell memory is the best.

This all just begs for a fuck and I stand up and start fumbling for a condom. She turns around and starts sucking again, this time with a hand between her thighs, fingers working. After I rip open the damn thing, she turns around again and guides me into her very warm and very wet pussy. We fuck.

All the time while we are doing this we're trying to be very quiet, minimize the squishing and the ball slapping Sounds and listen for anybody coming in. And damn them, wouldn't you know it somebody does come in. Now, this isn't a Penthouse letter so, no, it's not some hot 20 year old babe who finds us and decides to join in. It's the teenage kid and his mother in to try on some pants or something, with the mom extolling the virtues of that particular cut and the kid being totally resigned to his shopping fate. Must be some new form of parental mall punishment, maybe for skipping school or something.

Now the last thing we want is to be busted by some hysterical mom and hustled out by mall cops to some holding room until the real cops arrive. Especially before we were finished, damn it.

Fortunately we were in one of the far booths and the two of them were messing about in the front of the dressing room. The doors of the booths don't touch the floor, leaving about a foot high space through which you could see stuff. In our case it would be a couple of bare legs with pants bunched up on top of sneakers, all arrayed in a rather suspicious pattern. But nobody would see us unless they came back our way and actually looked, and it didn't seem as if the two of them were inclined to head our way. As soon as I heard them entering I stopped pumping Susan's tight little pussy and we both froze, she looking at me over my shoulder as we both listened. I was worried as much about being spotted as about being smelled at that point, since the musky odor of sex and rubbers filled my nostrils and I was sure that it was noticeable outside our booth.

After a few long seconds, when it was clear we were not in immediate danger I slowly started thrusting into Susan, as much trying to maintain my erection as to get off. We smiled at each other, she still looking at me over her shoulder and I tried to go slow and not make any rhythmic squishy noises in her wet pussy.

Eventually after hearing more movement and conversation out there I pulled out of Susan's pussy just because between the squishing noises and Susan's choked back moans it was getting harder and harder to keep quiet. We both pulled our pants up and sat on the little bench, but without quite giving up on our desire. Susan took hold of my now bare dick with her hand, and I reciprocated by moving my fingers toward her pussy. For a few minutes we frigged each other while silently laughing and exchanging significant looks and tongue wiggles.

Eventually I was too excited and decided to grab my own dick to do what had to be done, and Susan's hand went down to her own clit. My fingers still in her I started to jack myself off as she jilled away at herself. After a few minutes the mom and teenager left and we had the room all to ourselves again, so I decided that it was time to cum. I pumped harder and when it was time I let Susan know what was about to happen. She was off the bench like a shot and her lips in front of my dick and I shot a big wad right into her mouth and over her lips. She sucked it all up in the most delightful fashion while continuing her fingering. While I pumped my dick into her mouth she went for it and within a couple of minutes she came too, moaning way too loudly, good thing there was nobody there anymore, smearing my cum over her face, burying her face in my crotch hair.

By then we'd been there for the better part of a half an hour so I was worried somebody would come in and check on us. So as soon as the afterglow faded and I got in another quick lick on her ass and pussy from behind as she was pulling up her pants, I hurried us out of there. We emerged from the dressing room, Susan's face still pretty red from her exertions. After we got about half way to the escalator I noticed that we'd forgotten to bring out the pants and shirt I brought in, which would have made us look totally guilty if anybody was monitoring those kind of things. Fortunately as we were walking out the mom and kid were buying their merchandise and occupying the clerk's attention (an older lady with almost a beehive hair style and a nice body), and nobody so much as glanced at us.

We made a beeline for the door and when we came out into the fresh air we both burst out into laughing and a bunch of "Wow! that was wild!" expressions of incredulity that we had gotten away with it.

So that's the story of how the bad economy got me laid, which is why I'd like to extend a big thank you to President Bush and the Republican Party for making this fornication possible.