| My Mall Alison knew from an early age that she was pretty. Very pretty. When she was 6 and 7 boys in their teens would gather around her and pay her attention. She enjoyed the attention. She enjoyed what the attention got her. Sometimes it was an invitation to a party or a little gift from an older neighbor. It made her feel special. And indeed she was. In the 5th grade Alison became friends with a group of girls nearly as attractive and popular as her. And like her, they knew how pretty they were and what that could get them. At 10 they knew they liked both verbal and physical attention and found themselves teasing men at the mall just about every day that summer. Alison was just a hair below 5 feet tall, she let her light brown hair tumble lightly down her back, usually held in place with a small hair clip. A small green turtle one was her favorite. Her best asset, as she well knew, was how her young, but firm and toned legs, long and with a natural golden color to them, seemed almost to press her behind up and out. While her ass and legs seemed fully formed, her chest was lagging behind, with small, almost unnoticeable breasts, albeit with nipples that could get very hard. That summer the girls began teasing the older boys, and men, as a kind of game. It was the summer when the girls, one by one, learned how to perform oral sex, lose their virginity, and get men to buy them something. A typical day might find one of the girls leading an older man into the bathroom so she could suck him off. At which time she would, innocently it seemed, say "so. . .will you buy me something now?" Then men were more than happy to pay up, for if they didn't, they'd have to explain what they had just done with a very underraged girl. Alison had performed several times, always finding a thrill, not in the sex or pleasing of the man, but with the receiving of a gift or the thrill of the game they were playing. Until one day. Alison and her friends were walking near the food court, giggling at some silly thing or other when she noticed one lady sitting alone having lunch. Nothing unusual there. One of her friends laughed about how a man had gotten so hot over her calling him 'daddy' while doing it in the bathroom, he left his wallet and money right there on the counter. Alison kept taking glances at the woman sitting alone. This woman was easily her mother's age. She had sandy blonde hair that crept over her shoulders and rested on her neck. She wore a light yellow skirt and a white button up blouse with the top two buttons undone. She had a hint of eye liner and her lips were a deep pink shade. She was looking at Alison as well. Why not, Alison thought. She was wearing white tennis shoes, high white socks and a very small tartan skirt. Her young soft pouty lips shiny with strawberry lip gloss. She knew even women looked when she looked that good. Alison smiled to herself. And to the woman. Without breaking the look, the woman smiled and shot Alision a tiny wink. Something inside jumped or skipped or had a reaction that Alison wasn't ready for when she caught that wink. What did she mean by that? Alison turned to her group to compose herself and think of what it all meant. Because, the game was always played with men. It was only fun at the end. It never felt good. She never had the butterflies she had now. And again as she looked over her shoulder at the woman again. "Come on Ali," spouted one of her friends, "let's go outside the suit store. .. giggle. . .see what we can. . do" and with that there was loud yelps and squeels of laughter from her friends. "I'll be there in a minute you guys," Alison balked, curious about the woman in the food court, "I want to get a coke and call my mom real quick." This was met with quick ok's and see-ya-soon's. When Alison turned around the woman was walking away toward the opposite end of the mall. In a quick, but not trying to look hurried way, Alison caught up with the mystery woman. "Hello" "Hi there" the woman said, walking with long strides that accentuated her round hips and firm calves. "I'm Alison" "Jennifer" Alison smiled. "I saw you at the food court" Alison blurted out, so out of character and nervous. Not like with the confidence she had when talking with men. "I saw you too." Jennifer slowed and stopped, turning to Alison. "I watched you closely young lady." A smile crossing her face. "I like being watched" Alison cooed, in a coy practiced way, as she looked at the ground. "I am sure you do. And I'm sure men watch you all the time," Jennifer leaned against a rail, "but what about women? What about women like me?" Alison looked up, her big brown eyes wide, but without a real answer. "I like. . .well. . .I liked when you did. When you winked at me." She smiled her million dollar smile. Jennifer looked at her closely, slowly turning things over in her mind. She turned her smile to a quizzical look then, with a quick glance around, back to a smile. "Ok, come with me Alison." And extended her hand. Alison took her hand, it was warm, soft and reassuring. Alison felt safe and excited at the same time. Tiny shots of lightning flowing through her.
Hand in hand the two walked to the far corner of the mall. Jennifer made a beeline to the Victoria's Secret. Alison was confused and anxious as the two walked into the store, past the front displays, to the center of the store where the dressing 'rooms' were located. "Well Alison," Jennifer said softly, "if you see anything you like," she paused again, smiling a wry smile, "feel free to tell me." All of a sudden Alison felt naked under Jennifer's look, but as she bowed her head she noticed the hardness of Jennifer's nipples. This close, Alison could see that Jennifer was easily a D cup and she could even see the outline of her areola beneath the thin white fabric of the blouse. Judging Jennifer to be excited, and, well, horny, made Alison excited too. She'd never been with a woman before, but the idea was making her skin tingle and her legs a little weak. In the best sexy little girl voice she had she sighed and said "well, I see LOTS of things I like," without ever taking her eyes off Jennifer. Just then the saleswoman approached. "May I help you. . ." she noticed how young Alison looked, pausing at her short skirt, "two find anything?" "I think you might," answered Jennifer crisply, "I'm looking for something nice for my daughter" Jennifer shot Alison a naughty smile, "and I thought you could suggest a few really sexy things for her to wear. Not out, obviously, but in private." Jennifer now gave the saleswoman, Shelby, a knowing smile. "I will see what we have" she said as she walked away and into the back. As soon as Shelby left the sales floor, Jennifer pulled the young Alison to her, one hand on the small of her back, pulling her close and kissing her. The kiss was unexpected to Alison. But it was soft, and warm and wet and nothing like any kiss she'd ever had before. Jennifer didn't force the kiss nor did she lessen the intensity, she let the even pressure of her soft lips play with Alison's and when she felt a positive response in Alison, she used her tongue to trace the outlines of the 10 year old's lips. "Oh my god" Alison sighed softly, "I. . ." and she leaned in again, kissing Jennifer back. Alison's body was alive. She felt like she'd never kissed before, the feeling was so new and so real and so overwhelming. She felt her body melting into Jennifer's kneeling body. Alison now knew what the other girls meant when they said that someone got them soaking wet. She could feel it now. Jennifer broke that first magical kiss. "Little Alison," she smiled as she spoke, "you're dangerous. I like it." Then she motioned to one of the changing rooms. Alison entered and by the time she turned around, cheeks flushed with newfound passion, Jennifer had the door closed and her blouse off. Alison couldn't help staring at the large and near perfect shape of Jennifer's breasts in her bra. "Now you honey," Jennifer said, her eyes taking in every inch of Alison. Alison unzipped her skirt and, turning to show off, bent over as she slowly lowered it, her thin cotton panties accentuating her delicious ass. Alison turned around in just her tiny tight panties while Jennifer let her skirt fall to the ground. Walking to her, Jennifer began another magical kiss with Alison. Alison wanted this so much her hands touched Jennifer all over, cupping her ample breast and making Jennifer sigh, and then kiss with more passion and more tongue. It was then that Alison felt Jennifer's hand caressing her pussy, over the now wet thin panties. "Mommy's girl is nice and wet isn't she?" Jennifer teased. "Please don't stop," urged Alison. She'd never felt this good before. No boy or man had ever made her body so weak and excited. As Jennifer rubbed more, Alison's muscles started to shake and shudder. "Oh yes, yes, yes. . ." was all that Alison could say as Jennifer rubbed her puffy pussy and kissed her barely there chest. Jennifer licked her ear softly and whispered, "Cum for Mommy." Alison bucked at those words. She let out short sharp moans and sighs and her tiny hips thrashed under Jennifer's expert hand, which slowed its pace and caressed while Alison let her breathing try to normalize. When she opened her eyes, Jennifer was smiling, then licking Alison's juices off her fingers. Just then Shelby was heard, "umm, hello. . ." "In here," Jennifer responded, not taking her eyes off of Alison. Alison was so excited; she began to unbutton her top without prompting. "could you bring it in here?" Jennifer smiled, and Alison's eyes widened. Bending toward Alison, Jennifer whispered, "trust me, this will be fun." End of Part One. |