Naughty Tiff
Shady Lady Julie
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Tiff sat in the food court of the local mall and could feel her heart beating in her chest like a frantic bird trying to escape its cage.
“Don’t worry,” said the calm voice in her ear, “Everything will be fine, just open your knees and let everyone get a good look and we will see what happens.”
The voice in her ear was David, her guide, her mentor, her muse, the one that led her to where she sat today.
They had met, well talked as they had never met face to face, on a phone chat site a few months before. Tiff was bored and had wanted some thrills and certainly got them that night. After they had chatted for a brief time through the anonymous on-site system, David had given her his number and, on a whim, Tiff decided to phone him. That night David had charmed her, bedazzled her and embedded himself deeply into her brain and soul. In addition, he gave her a couple of amazing orgasms, as he described in vivid detail sexual scenarios, he would love to see her in.
From there they chatted daily and after a few weeks of close and intimate conversations, he suggested the exhibition game. At first, Tiff was reluctant but David reassured her that if she started in a public place then she could check out the person in safety and only had to go as far as she wanted.
At 24 Tiff still had the fresh flush of youth and with her freckled face and button nose, she looked younger than she was. She lost count the number of times she was asked for ID, to the point that she would put her driver's license on the counter of the bar every time she ordered a drink. If she pulled her long black hair into two ponytails the effect coupled with her diminutive 5’3” frame and 32B breasts would cause the bartender to view the license with concerns as to its authenticity.
David’s voice sounded in her ear, “So has anyone noticed yet?”
Tiff knew little about David apart from the facts that he was older than her at 38, was recently divorced, had a professional occupation and lived in another state. He never said which state but he made it very clear they would not meet; in fact, it was not what he desired. Tiff remembered when she had bluntly asked him what he wanted expecting perhaps pictures or a meet and his response had both surprised her and thrilled her at the same time.
“I want you to exhibit that lovely body you have described to me” he had said, “and all the time you are doing it talk to me on the phone describing to me what is happening and what you are feeling.”
At first Tiff had thought it all sounded a bit weird but the more she thought about it the hotter it sounded, so picking out a mall a few miles away she dressed in the short skirt, tiny thong and tight tank top David had instructed to her wear and positioned herself on a table that could be viewed by a lot of other diners.
“Pretty quiet so far,” Tiff said almost sadly and then her voice changed, “Hang on there is a guy checking me out I am sure.”
A few tables across a middle-aged man was sitting with his wife and two young sons and he was trying to discretely check out Tiff.
“Open your knees further,” said David in her ear and as Tiff obliged the man stared and a small bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.
“He has noticed me now,” laughed Tiff down the phone.
“Good, now finger yourself.”
Tiff paused for a brief second on hearing David's words but the fire burning through her body meant her pause was brief. Sliding her hand under the table Tiff opened her legs wider and slipping a finger inside the very brief material pushed it deeper causing her to let out a little moan.
“Good girl,” said David in her ear, “No doubt he will be getting hard at what he is seeing.” Sure enough, no sooner had David said it the man shuffled in his seat and reached down to readjust himself.
Shifting her gaze from Mr Married, Tiff looked around at the other tables and to her joy realized that others were enjoying the show.
“Oh, wow there are a few checking me out,” Tiff breathed heavily into the phone as she started to move her finger in and out of her wetness. The heat that had built up inside her had become too much and leaping up from the table Tiff rushed to the ladies leaving a few disappointed faces in the food court. Moving into a vacant stall Tiff almost tore her thong off as she fingered and rubbed herself frantically as she thought about what she had just done.
David’s voice was in her ear, “Next time you will suck one of them or they will fuck you but for now finger that juicy cunt harder.”
Tiff screamed in orgasm not caring who heard as her body jerked and writhed as she flooded onto the three fingers embedded deeply into her pussy. Then slumping onto the seat, her chest heaving, Tiff tried to get her breath back before adjusting her clothing and driving slowly home.
*****
“Are you dressed as we discussed,” David said softly in Tiff’s ear as she parked her car at the Mall.
Today she had a blue tooth earpiece in allowing her hands-free and she spoke hoarsely, “Yes of course David exactly as you told me.”
“Describe yourself.”
Tiff took a deep breath, “I have a white blouse with no bra of course, not that I need one,” she giggled. “The skirt is red plaid and so short you can almost see my white cotton panties.”
“Good girl, go on.”
“I have white socks with black penny loafers.”
“Your hair?” David interrupted.
“Drawn into pigtails either side of my head and of course no make-up.”
Although she was 24, when Tiff had looked at herself in the mirror before leaving her apartment, she knew looked barely 18 and was worried she might have even got stopped by the cops for being too young to drive.
Making her way to the large Home Depot store she began to wander the aisles and every so often stopped at a display before bending down straight legged to inspect whatever was on the bottom shelf. Acting like she was talking to herself Tiff started to get into her role play act and at the same time David was talking steadily in her ear.
“Oh I don’t know what to get Daddy for Fathers day,” she sighed loudly and theatrically, picking up and putting down a large drill set.
“Anyone nearby?”
“If only there was someone who knew about these things who could help me,” Tiff said loudly enough so that the large heavy-set bearded man nearby heard her.
“Are you OK there little Miss?” The large grizzled man said and felt his cock stir in his pants as he saw the rear end of Tiff who had bent over and was searching the bottom shelf. Her white cotton panties were on clear display and the man could make out the outline of her pussy lips as she stood with her legs apart.
“He is watching you,” David said quietly.
“OH, you gave me a fright,” giggled Tiff as she stood up and turned around, her small breasts heaving as her hard nipples pressed against the thin material.
The man could feel the sweat on his spine as he felt his cock start to swell even further and he tried to admonish himself that he shouldn’t be having such thoughts about one so young.
Before he could get his thoughts back in order Tiff looked at him as she weighed the drill in her hand, “This one looks so big, guess it would take a real man to handle it.”
“Oh my god that is so corny,” David laughed in Tiff’s ear.
“How much do you have to spend?” The bearded man asked.
“Just $50,” Tiff said looking crestfallen, and I don’t know where to get the rest of the money to buy this drill.”
The man looked at the drill and saw the price tag of $150 and his brain clicked into overdrive as he hatched a plan. “I get a great discount here,” he said, “why don’t I buy it and then you can meet me in that red truck in the parking lot and you can give me your 50 bucks for it.”
When Tiff looked a little doubtful, he went on, “Don’t worry we won't leave the parking lot, you just have to be nice to Uncle Ted.”
The man watched as Tiff nodded her head and handed over the drill set before turning and walking down the aisle, her ass wiggling from side to side. As Tiff made her way over to his truck the man almost ran to the checkout and thrust a $150 to the cashier before leaving the store.
As Tiff watched the man paying David whispered in her ear, “So how far are you going to go?”