Bored One Saturday Afternoon - Part 4

… Continued from Part 3

“I saw one in the JCPenney advertisement yesterday,” she replied. “It’s part of the set she already has, and it’s on sale for a third off.”

Entering JC Penny Francine said, “Kitchen stuff is on the third floor. The escalator is over here.”

As we approached the escalator, I whispered to Jessica, “Look at those three men heading to the escalator. Let’s get ahead of them and give them a show.”

When Francine, who was a bit surprised by our burst of speed, caught up to us, Jessica told her what we were up to.

I stood on one side of the escalator with my back resting against the handrail. Jessica stood in a similar way on the other side.

We each put one foot on the step above and turned our hips so that they were angled slightly down the escalator.

Francine stood between us on the step above with a hand on each handrail.

Given the width of the escalator, this caused her to have to lean forward slightly.

Francine whispered, after we were in position, that she assumed that our pussys were visible because she could see wisps of our respective pubic hair from where she was standing.

When we were about a quarter of the way up, I glanced down the escalator and confirmed that our audience was indeed enjoying the show.

We hurried off and took up similar positions on the escalator to the third floor. Unfortunately, they got off on the second floor.

When we reached the third floor, we made our way to the kitchenware section. We couldn’t find any of the frying pans that Francine was looking for with the other frying pans.

“The ad only came out yesterday,” Francine said. “They can’t be out of them already.”

A middle-aged salesperson overheard her and replied, “We’re not. All the items from the ad are located in the centre aisle. I told the section manager we should at least have some here, but she said that she wanted them all in one location with the other sale items. Come with me, and I’ll show you where they are.”

When we got to the display, she said, pointing over at a sign that said Cash, “When you’ve made your choice, you can take it over to that cash, and I’ll be happy to ring it through for you.”

As Francine reached to pick up one of the frypans, I stepped close to her and whispered, “Take your time making your choice.”

When she looked at me, I continued, “Three appliance salespeople are sitting around a table behind you chatting. I’ll case the scene to see if we can safely flash them.”

I walked around the display while Francine continued to look at frying pans and other kitchen utensils. While I was looking over the scene, Jessica stood beside me and whispered, “What’s up?”

“Well,” I said, “three salespeople are sitting at that table over there. I’m just checking out whether or not I think that we can safely flash them.”

Jessica looked around with me. After a few moments, I said to her, “I think that it’s pretty safe. The appliance section is empty, and there’s nothing on the other side of it. What do you think?”

“Looks good,” she replied with a smile.

When I nodded almost imperceptibly at Francine, who was waiting for some sort of signal from me, she gave me a big smile to indicate that she understood.

Almost immediately, she bent over from the waist to examine a frypan on the lower shelf.

Jessica and I watched the three men from the far side of the display, waiting for them to notice her.

After several minutes of them not noticing her, Jessica dropped one of the pot lids on the floor.

All three looked up in response to the loud clang. It took several seconds before what they were looking at registered, but their mouths finally dropped open in surprise.

Francine continued, in her bent-over pose, sorting through the frypans on the shelf.

Jessica took the lead and went around the display.

When she got close to Francine, she said, in a voice loud enough for the men to hear, “How’s it going? Did you find what you were looking for?

“Not yet,” said Francine in response.

Jessica squatted down as she said, “Let me help you look.”

Two of the men pointed at her in astonishment as I thought, ‘Now they’re seeing double.’

Just after Jessica had gone into her squat, I went around the other side of the display and said, “Any luck?”

In response to Francine’s, “Not yet,” I got down on my hands and knees facing the men. I quickly glanced down and confirmed that my dress had gaped open, and the men were getting an unobstructed view of my tits.

All three of us maintained our basic positions, though we shifted around a bit. Francine started the shift in positions when she got down on her hands and knees and gave the men a look at both her pussy and tits. Jessica and I both followed suit and were soon on our hands and knees beside her.

The men were having, given the way our loose-fitting clothes fell away from our bodies, a vision of three essentially naked women kneeling in front of them.

After giving the men a good look for several minutes, Francine announced, “I found one,” and stood up.

Both Jessica and I joined her as she made her way over to the cash.

We stood at the cash so we could watch the salespeople who were talking excitedly amongst themselves while looking down at the table they were sitting at.

After a couple of minutes, one of them shifted some of the papers on the desk, and I saw that they were all staring at the screen of a cell phone.

‘Shit,’ I thought. ‘One of them has a phone, and they used it to take a video of the three of us exposing ourselves to them.’

After Francine had paid for the frypan, we made our way to the escalator to leave.

Nothing exciting happened as we made our way down to the second floor.

However, the escalator from the second to the first floor was cordoned off with a sign pointing to the left that said elevator/stairs.

When she saw that there was a small crowd in front of the escalator, Francine said, “Let’s use the stairs.”

I replied, with a frightened look, “I’d rather not. I had a bad fall a few years ago and have a, I know it’s irrational, fear of going down stairs. You girls can take the stairs if you want, but I’m going to wait for the elevator.”

“No. We’ll wait,” said Jessica.

A moment later, the elevator doors opened, and people began to crowd in. It was a small elevator. While we were able to stand side-by-side, there were people close to us in both front and behind. They were so close to us that I felt like I was the meat between two pieces of bread.

As the doors closed and the elevator started a slow descent, I felt a hand begin to caress my bottom. Given it was on my right cheek and Francine was on my right, I figured she was trying to embarrass me and decided to ignore her.

After a couple of light squeezes, the hand got bolder, and I felt fingers begin to run up and down the crack between my cheeks.

‘She’s getting bold,’ I thought. ‘I’ll give her a surprise.’

I eased my legs apart slightly and, thrusting my hips back, gave her easy access to between my legs.

‘There,’ I thought. ‘Feel that sticky area.’

Much to my surprise, the hand didn’t pull away.

Rather, it delved deeper until it touched the lips of my vagina.

As it paused for a moment I thought, ‘Ha. She has finally realized what she’s feeling.’

Instead of withdrawing however, it kept going deeper.

Thankfully, since I’m not into girl-on-girl, the elevator came to a stop and her hand withdrew.

After we’d exited, I said, “You know, Francine, I’m not into the girl-girl thing.”

She looked at me with a surprised expression and said, “I know. We’ve talked about that before. I’m not into it either. What prompted that comment?”

“You don’t know,” I replied in a surprised voice.

“No!”

“Well,” I said with a slightly worried voice. “When we were in the elevator, I felt a hand caress my butt and then the crack between my cheeks. I thought it was you trying to embarrass me, so I thrust my hips back to give you a surprise. However, the hand didn’t pull away. It took advantage of the situation to insert a finger into my pussy. If it wasn’t you, then I don’t know who it was.”

I looked over at Jessica, who quickly said, “It wasn’t me.”

“You know,” said Francine with a pensive look. I thought I recognized a couple of the men who were standing behind us. I couldn’t place them though. I think that they were part of the crowd we flashed earlier on the escalator. Maybe one of them decided he should feel the goods rather than just look at them.”

“Well,” I said with a chuckle, “he certainly got a good feel.”

We left the mall to bright sunshine and much lower temperatures.

As I drove the girls home, we talked excitedly about the adventure we’d had and promised to get together to do it again.