Naughty Massage at the Mall: A Tale of Public Lesbian Exhibitionism

by Lacey Starlove

  In the back of her mind, Sarah idly wondered why they would be closing in the middle of the day, but at this point the only thing she cared about was whether or not her massage was ending. It wasn’t though. Her massage was just beginning.

  “Okay, now is tongue massage,” the masseuse said.

  Before Sarah could even process what was said, the woman grabbed both of her legs and pulled her hard so that her body slid down the table and her butt was near the edge. Then the woman leaned her beautiful face in, between Sarah’s legs, and plunged her tongue through Sarah’s lips, straight into her cunt. She lapped up Sarah’s cream, swallowed it, then ran her tongue slowly upwards, and straight over Sarah’s clit.

  Sarah let out a loud, involuntarily moan, and yet she could still hear the audible gasp from the crowd at this new turn of events. What was the masseuse doing, she wondered. Before, they at least had some appearance of a legitimate massage. What they were doing now was clearly illegal! But it felt good. So, so good. Sarah realized she would let this woman do anything she wanted to her right now, even if it meant having sex in public.

  Sex. Oh my god, she was having sex with this woman! This stranger! What was her name? Sarah didn’t know. She thought about her husband. She was cheating on her husband. Even if it was a woman, she was fucking around on him behind his back. She even used his money to pay for this. Well, he did tell me to enjoy myself, she thought wickedly.

  The woman alternated between sucking and slurping on Sarah’s clit, and flicking it with her tongue. Sarah felt warmth creep into her body as a powerful orgasm approached. Then it hit, and Sarah grabbed the back of the woman’s head with both hands and pulled as she humped into her face. She was rubbing her clit all over the woman’s tongue as she creamed and creamed.

  When Sarah finished, the woman got up, moved up to the head of the table, and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

  “You taste wonderful, sweetie,” she cooed as she stroked Sarah’s hair.

  “Thank…thank you.” Sarah was still regaining her wits after her explosive orgasm. “But…but I don’t understand. Why are you doing this? I mean…aren’t you worried about getting into trouble?”

  “We go back to home country today,” she explained. “I want to, how you say, go out with bang.”

  The woman emphasized this last word and, as she did, she inserted her middle finger into Sarah’s cunt.

  “Is okay?” the woman teased, as she smiled wickedly.

  “Mmm-hmm,” was all Sarah could say.

  She inserted another finger and Sarah moaned in appreciation. As the woman’s fingers worked themselves in and out of Sarah’s pussy, making wonderful wet noises, she leaned in to kiss her. They kissed lightly at first, then the woman’s tongue began probing Sarah’s lips, looking for entry. Sarah parted her lips and the woman’s tongue entered her mouth, setting off fireworks in Sarah’s brain. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Sarah could taste herself on the woman.

  Then, the woman broke off the kiss and said, “Hmm, I don’t think we need no more,” as she ripped the towel off Sarah’s chest, exposing her tits to the world. Then she did the same to the other towel. Sarah was now lying completely nude, getting finger fucked by a total stranger, while a large crowd watched in amazement.

  As the woman plunged her fingers in and out of Sarah’s fuckhole, she massaged Sarah’s clit with her thumb. Sarah began humping into the woman’s fingers, causing her tits to bounce as she did so. Then, with her free hand, the woman grabbed a handful of Sarah’s hair and yanked her head back hard.

  “Tell me you like it,” she demanded.

  “I love it. I fucking love it,” Sarah responded immediately.

  “Good girl,” the woman said, and she began to kiss lovingly along Sarah’s cheek, behind her ear, and down her neck. Then she removed her fingers and brought them to Sarah’s mouth. “Clean me.”

  Sarah wrapped her mouth around the woman’s fingers and sucked her own sweet juices from them.

  “I am feeling warm,” the woman said. “Play with yourself. I get comfortable.”

  “What?” Sarah asked.

  “Touch your pussy. Like this,” the woman told her, and she grabbed Sarah’s hand and brought it between Sarah’s legs and started moving it in circles. Then she spread Sarah’s legs apart a bit and said, “Like this, so they see better,” referring to their audience.

  Sarah looked up at the people while she masturbated. For some reason, playing with herself like this while they watched was even scarier and seemed dirtier than when the masseuse was eating her out. The crowd was huge now, over a hundred people, and more and more were coming. The entire mall was flocking towards them, wanting to see what all the commotion was about.

  The masseuse, meanwhile, had begun stripping. She was down to her bra and panties when a woman, the manager of one of the nearby stores, came storming up with a phone held to her ear.

  “You two are disgusting,” she said with contempt. Sarah was frightened and closed her legs and covered her breasts with her arm.

  The masseuse shot her a look, pointed a finger at her, and commanded, “Don’t stop!”

  Slowly, Sarah took her arm away, spread her legs again, and continued rubbing.

  “And you’re in big trouble!” the store manager continued. “I’m on the phone with mall security, and they contacted the police over 10 minutes ago!”

  The masseuse simply ripped her bra off and started playing with her tits while the store manager looked on, aghast. Then she stepped out of her panties and said, “Well, then, they need hurry. Or they miss show.” And with that, she brought her hands between her legs, stuck her mound out, and spread her lips open as much as she could. The store manager just stared at the pink insides of her pussy, in shock, before storming off angrily.

  Sarah was admiring the masseuse’s gorgeous, athletic body and yearned to touch it all over and feel it against her skin. She got her wish. The masseuse climbed onto the table and onto Sarah. She embraced Sarah and kissed her passionately. Their tits rubbed together and their hard nipples felt good dragging across the other’s skin. The woman was pressing her mound hard into Sarah’s. Sarah’s oily skin made it easy for the woman to slide her body up and down. Sarah felt another orgasm welling up inside her and the woman noticed. She humped Sarah’s clit hard and fast, pulled her hair again, and said, “That’s it. Cum for me, baby girl.”

  And Sarah did. She came even harder than the first time. As her orgasm died down, she noticed the two masseurs were standing nearby, their hands behind their backs as if they were standing at attention in the military. “Everything is packed. Other than table,” one of them said, his accent as thick as the woman’s. “We need to leave now.”

  “No, not yet,” the woman told him. Then she spun herself around so she was facing the other way and her pussy was inches from Sarah’s face. “Make me cum, beautiful,” she told Sarah, and she lowered her wet cunt onto Sarah’s mouth.

  She tasted wonderful, thought Sarah. She tasted…like sex, was all she could think of. It made her own steamy cunt burn with passion again, so she moaned with glee when she felt the woman’s tongue gliding across it once more. She grabbed the woman’s hot, athletic ass with both hands and pulled her even harder down on her mouth.

  “Fuck yes!” the woman screamed, momentarily ungluing her mouth from Sarah’s pussy. “Make me cum, you dirty slut!” Then she went back to work between Sarah’s legs with passion.

  “We really must go!” one of the men insisted after a bit.

  “Not yet! Not yet! Not yet!” the woman was yelling.

  The two gorgeous women sixty-nined for a little while longer, hungrily sucking and slurping each other’s pussies, until they came in the other’s mouth. They each drank as much of the other’s juices as they could get.

  Some of the crowd began applauding. Many more were yelling things angrily and calling them “sluts” and “whores.”

  After just a few seconds of catching her breath, th
e woman suddenly leapt off the table. Her and the two men began quickly folding up the massage table. When they were done, one of them handed the woman a sundress, which she quickly slipped on, while the other loaded the table onto their flatbed cart.

  The woman ran up to Sarah, gave her a final kiss, and said, “Thank you, love, was much fun.” Then her and the men began their escape, pushing their cart ahead of them as they ran. Sarah just stood there in a trance, watching them go. The woman glanced behind her as she ran and yelled back to Sarah, “You should go now too, sweetie!” Then she blew her a kiss.

  This brought Sarah out of her daze. Yes, she needs to leave now, she thought. Oh God, she needs to leave right now! She was standing completely nude, surrounded by a sea of strangers, and she had just committed a crime. She needed her clothes. Where were her clothes!? She had left them in the crude dressing room that had been setup, but that was long gone. Her clothes were nowhere to be seen. The men must have accidentally packed it with their things in their rush.

  She spotted her purse and shopping bags nearby. Thank goodness they were still here. Then she realized she could put on some of the clothes she had bought that day. She was reaching into one of the bags when she heard something that made her freeze in terror.

  “They’re heeeeere,” someone was shouting mockingly. Sarah knew what the person meant. The police were here. Then she heard the staticky voices and beeps of police walkie-talkies. She grabbed her purse and bags and ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction.

  The police made their way through the crowd, and then they spotted her.

  “Police! Halt!” they commanded. But Sarah didn’t stop. She couldn’t be arrested, not for this. It would destroy her life. She knew she was committing another serious crime by evading the police, but still she ran.

  “This is the police! Stop right now!” Sarah heard behind her, in the angriest, most authoritative voice she had ever heard. She had never been so terrified, but she kept running. She ran out the nearest exit and into the parking lot. It was a sea of cars. Oh God, where was her car? Was she even on the right side of the mall, she wondered.

  It didn’t matter. Even if she made it to her car and got away, they would still probably see her license plate, and she’d be done for. So she kept running.

  The newcomers to the mall were shocked to see this beautiful, terrified woman running stark naked through the parking lot, her ass swaying back and forth as she ran, her tits bouncing wildly. They were even more surprised when they saw two police officers burst through the exit, shouting for her to stop.

  There was a thicket of bushes lining the edge of the parking lot and Sarah jumped through a clearing in these. On the other side was a sidewalk and a busy street. Sarah ran down the sidewalk towards the intersection as men honked their horns in appreciation and whistled at her out their windows.

  When she got to the intersection, she panicked. What now? She couldn’t run forever. She was about to start crying and concede that her life was over when she spotted a pickup truck stopped at the red light and quickly made up her mind. She ran to the truck, stepped onto the rear bumper, and climbed into the cargo bed, which was mostly empty. The driver looked behind him and was shocked to see a naked woman.

  “Just drive!” she shouted.

  Luckily for Sarah, the light had just turned green, and the cops weren’t in view yet, so the driver didn’t know he was helping a fugitive. Seeing her naked and screaming, he assumed she’d just been attacked, and hit the gas.

  Sarah leaned back against the cab of the truck and tried to catch her breath. Her heart was thumping relentlessly and she was still terrified beyond belief. But there was something else. Some other familiar feeling underneath it all that was brewing fast and starting to overwhelm her. Adrenaline was pumping hard through every vein in her body, but it seemed to be going straight between her legs.

  Despite everything that had happened today, despite the danger she was currently in, and, in fact, because of those things, Sarah was hornier than she had ever been before. She plunged three fingers into her sopping wet pussy, then began to rub her clit furiously with the other hand. The last thing the cops saw of Sarah, as they emerged from the bushes, was of her having the best orgasm of her entire life.

  When she came back to her senses, she reached into her shopping bags, and quickly put on a T-shirt and pair of shorts she had bought. At the next red light, she jumped out of the truck, yelled thanks to the confused driver, and ran across the street into a convenient store. She called for a cab and hid out in the store until it arrived.

  The cab drove her back to her car at the mall, and Sarah stayed low in her seat in case the cops were still out in the parking lot. When they got to her car, Sarah looked around carefully, and when she was satisfied the coast was clear, she paid the driver and quickly got into her car. She didn’t start to feel a sense of relief until she was halfway home.

  Her husband was downstairs when she walked in. He walked up to greet her.

  “Hey, honey,” he said as he smiled. “Did you have a good time shopping?”

  She tried not to laugh. “I did.”

  “Good,” he said, and he leaned in and kissed her. He got a puzzled look on his face and licked his lips. “New lip gloss?” he asked. “I like it!”

  Sarah couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Yes,” she said. “From Eastern Europe, I think.”

  ***

  Enjoy this story? Check out another Lacey Starlove tale about exhibitionism at the mall in Bad Things In Public.

  Ashley looked out the window while John drove. He had woken her up this morning and told her to take a shower and do her hair and makeup. But when she asked what she should wear, curiously, he said it didn’t matter, just make it quick.

  So she had just put on a comfortable pair of bra and panties, jeans, and a T-shirt. Despite what he had told her, when she walked out of the bedroom, she was worried he would be angry at her casual choice.

  But John just looked at her and said, “Good. Let’s go.” She let out a sigh of relief.

  As they sped along the highway, Ashley looked over at her husband in the driver’s seat. He hadn’t told her where they were going, and she wondered if it would be okay to ask. She was getting nervous. All he had said was that they were on their way to her punishment. And he had brought the black bag with them.

  She had to risk it. “Am...am I allowed to know where we’re going...sir?” she asked reluctantly.

  “We’re going to the mall.”

  She almost wanted to laugh. Her imagination had been running wild on her. She had imagined all sorts of horrible dungeons or torture chambers where he might be taking her. But the mall? What could be so bad there?

  When they arrived, he took her straight to the restrooms. He took a smaller, white bag out of the black bag and handed it to her.

  “Go into the ladies’ room,” he told her, “and change into this. Strip completely nude first, and only wear what’s in the bag and nothing else.”

  She went into the nearest stall and removed her clothing. When she opened the bag, she let out a gasp. All that was in there was a shirt, a skirt, and a pair of shoes. There was no underwear. The shoes were a black pair of high heels. The shirt was a stretchy, white, low-cut, cotton undershirt with spaghetti straps. It looked to be about two sizes too small. The skirt was a mini-skirt, solid grey, and the shortest she had ever seen.

  Ashley changed into her assigned wardrobe and stepped out of the stall. There was a frumpy woman in her late 50s patting at her perm in the mirror. The woman glanced over at Ashley and didn’t even try to hide the distaste on her face when she saw what she was wearing.

  Ashley looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. The shirt clung to her skin like paint and the small amount of her large tits that were actually covered were straining against the fabric so hard, she thought the shirt might rip. But that wasn’t the worst of it. The material was of a kind that gets significantly more see-through the more it’s
stretched. The fabric was stretched so tight across her chest, it was almost completely transparent. Her nipples could clearly be seen.

  Then she looked down at the skirt. It was barely covering her pussy. Reluctantly, she turned around to see how bad it was in the back. This turned out to be a mistake. She twirled a little too hard, causing the skirt to rise up. Even all the way down, the skirt didn’t completely cover her cheeks. So when it rose up, she flashed her entire bare, beautiful ass to the woman next to her.

  Ashley pushed the skirt back down as fast as she could and looked over at the woman with a look of horror.

  “I’m sorry!” was all she could blurt out.

  The woman snorted derisively. She was blunt. “Well if you didn’t dress like such a whore, these kinds of things wouldn’t happen, would they?” she said as she walked out of the bathroom.

  Ashley’s face was on fire she was so embarrassed and ashamed. And that was just one person. How was she going to go out into a crowd of people? She took a deep breath.

  - Excerpt from Bad Things in Public by Lacey Starlove