Just Two Giggly Girls Strutting Their Stuff At The Shopping Mall

As I drove into the parking lot, my heart was pounding. I was going to meet and spend the afternoon with someone I had never seen. I parked the car, got out, then fixed myself up a bit. First I had to adjust my bra, and then I made sure that the seams in my silk stockings were straight. My slip was showing in the back, so I had to fix that.

After all was in order, I walked to the entrance of the mall. Three women were there, but two of them had babies, so the other one had to be you. I was as nervous as a cat just standing there: Being a closet TV, I don’t get out much.

I could tell it was you by the way you smiled. You were fantastic, the way you introduced yourself and steered us into the mall. We were like a couple of career girls.

I couldn’t believe we were here doing this. Finally, after answering all those personal ads, I had met someone else who was really into girl things: someone who didn’t want to do the whole sexual thing, but to just be girls together. My heart was soaring just from being with you-the perfume, the nylons swishing, our slips, panties and dresses brushing against our nylons as we clicked down the mall in our high heels.

I couldn’t believe how attractive you were with your perfect makeup, gorgeous tits and your fine ass jiggling as we strolled. I could hardly believe you were also a novice at this because of how comfortable you made me feel. The excitement of two guys sashaying down the mall all decked out as girls was overwhelming.

You were a real kick during lunch. There we were at that quiet little French country bistro, back in the corner, just the two of us. We could let it all out-you were such fun to talk to. We sat there sipping wine, rubbing our nylon-covered legs against each other’s. The way you kept giggling every time I tried to run my hand up your dress. I wasn’t going to do anything — I was just playing around.

I wonder if that old lady waitress knew what was going on — these two cuties sitting in the back and giggling and goofing around. I think she suspected something when I went to the powder room, though I only walked into the men’s room out of habit, and when I realized my “mistake” and she saw me walk out of there, she had a real puzzled look on her face.

What a thrill it was to go into the real powder room: I was in such a real taboo place! I really got a kick out of just playing in the mirror: fixing my lips, adjusting my nylons, firming up the tits, lifting up the dress-and taking a quick peek. Egad! — what if that old lady had come in then! She really would have popped if she had seen you walk in and move right up to me.

You ran your hand up my dress and over my breasts, pulling me close as your satin leg crept its way up mine. We looked at each other in the mirror as we kissed. A smothering kiss, a warm, long, wet kiss, your lips feeling almost like vaginal lips. You pulled away slowly and your moist red lips parted. Your tongue swirled around your white teeth. I had never been kissed like that!

What fun you can have in a powder room. Just two silly girls out for the afternoon.