I dashed to the bus stop, my short pleated skirt flipping up with every step, teasing the cool morning air against my bare pussy. No panties today, hell, no bra either. My large tits bounced freely under the thin camisole, nipples stiffening into hard peaks that poked through the fabric like they were begging for attention.

I was already soaked, my bald slit slick from scrolling Chaturbate earlier, eyes glued to all those throbbing cocks. The bus ride to the mall was torture. Every bump made my ass cheeks clench on the seat, and I swear I caught a guy across the aisle staring at my crossed legs, wondering if he could smell my arousal.

By the time I pushed open the door to the shoe store, my heart was pounding, not just from the rush, but from the thrill of being so exposed. The place was quiet, just a few racks of shoes and that faint leather scent hanging in the air.

I scanned for something sexy, maybe boots to hug my calves, when a guy in his late thirties approached. He had that rugged look, stubbled jaw, broad shoulders under a tight polo shirt, eyes that lingered a beat too long on my jiggling breasts.

“Looking for boots?” he asked, voice low and smooth, like he already knew I was up for trouble.

“Yeah, something tall and black,” I said, flashing him a smile as I followed him to a bench.

He grabbed a pair in my size and knelt in front of me, his face level with my knees. I uncrossed my legs slowly, feeling the skirt ride up just enough to make my pulse race. He slipped off my sneaker, his rough hands brushing my ankle, then lifted my foot onto his thigh.

That’s when it happened, his eyes flicked up, straight under my skirt. I saw the moment he spotted it: my wet, bald pussy, lips glistening, clit peeking out swollen and needy. His breath hitched, and a slow grin spread across his face.

“Fuck, girl,” he whispered, not even trying to hide it. “No panties? You’re dripping wet up there. That tight little pussy’s begging for a tongue, isn’t it?”

His words hit me like a spark, heat flooding my core. I bit my lip, thighs trembling as I stayed spread just enough for him to see. The store wasn’t empty. I could hear footsteps in the back, maybe another customer browsing. But that only made my clit throb harder, the risk twisting my arousal into something desperate.

He didn’t stop staring, his fingers massaging my foot now, thumbs pressing into the arch. “Look at you, all innocent with those knee-high socks, but you’re a dirty little slut flashing your cunt in public. Bet you’ve been thinking about getting eaten out right here, huh?”

His voice was gravelly, commanding, pulling a soft whimper from my throat. I nodded, my huge tits heaving with each breath, nipples aching against the camisole. He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning over my toes as he brought my foot to his lips.

“These pretty feet deserve worship,” he murmured, tongue darting out to lick the sole, slow and deliberate.

A shiver shot up my leg, straight to my pussy. The man’s mouth closed over my big toe, sucking hard through the sock, wet sounds echoing softly in the quiet store. I gripped the bench, ass shifting as fresh wetness leaked down my thighs.

“Oh god,” I moaned, voice barely above a whisper. “That feels so good ... don’t stop.”

He hummed against my skin, eyes locked on mine, dark with lust. “Taste like candy, baby. Imagine me sucking that sweet pussy next, lapping up all that juice while everyone watches.”

His free hand slid up my calf, squeezing the muscle, inching toward my knee but stopping just short, teasing the edge of my skirt.

I felt so exposed, skirt hiked up, pussy on display for this stranger, his mouth devouring my foot like it was his last meal. My heart hammered, a mix of fear and excitement churning in my gut. What if someone walked in? Saw him slurping on my toes, whispering how he’d tongue-fuck my holes?

But that thought only made me hornier, my body arching toward him. He switched to the other foot, peeling off the sock now, his tongue tracing circles around my bare heel, then up to the ball of my foot.

“You’re gonna cum from this, aren’t you? Little exhibitionist whore, getting off on the danger.”

His words wrapped around me, intimate and filthy, making me feel seen, desired in a way that twisted my insides. I reached down, hand brushing my thigh, so close to touching my throbbing clit.

“Please,” I begged, voice husky. “I need your mouth ... everywhere.”

He sucked my toes one by one, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, while his hand finally crept higher, fingers brushing the inside of my thigh. The store door chimed faintly, someone entering, and my pussy clenched, aching for him to dive in, to spread me wide and devour me right there on the floor.

He pulled back just enough to look up, lips shiny from his spit. “Not yet, little girl. But soon, I’m gonna make you scream your filthy secrets while I eat that bald cunt.”

His promise hung in the air, my body on fire, ready for whatever came next. My breath came in shallow pants as I stared down at him, his eyes burning with that predatory hunger. The store felt smaller, hotter, the distant hum of voices from the mall outside reminding me how thin the walls were. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My thighs parted wider, the pleated skirt bunching up around my waist, fully exposing my slick, bald pussy to his gaze.

“Yes,” I whispered, voice trembling with need. “Taste me. Please.”

He didn’t hesitate. His tongue shot out, flat and hot, lapping from my asshole up to my clit in one long, deliberate stroke. The sensation hit me like lightning, rough, wet, devouring. I moaned loud, the sound echoing off the shoe racks, my huge tits heaving as I gripped the bench edges.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I moaned, spreading even wider, my knee-high sock dangling off one foot while the other bare sole pressed against his shoulder.

His mouth sealed over my dripping pussy lips, tongue plunging inside my tight vagina, swirling through the gush of my arousal. The taste of me must’ve driven him wild. He groaned against my pussy, vibrations buzzing straight to my core, making my clit swell harder.

His hands clamped onto my hips, fingers digging into my soft flesh with a bruising grip that sent sparks of pain-laced pleasure through me. He yanked me forward, pulling my ass right to the edge of the bench, my pussy grinding against his face. Stubble scraped my inner thighs, raw and intimate, as his nose nudged my clit, inhaling my scent like a drug.

I could feel every flick of his tongue, circling my entrance, then sucking my lips into his mouth, tugging gently before diving back in. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” he murmured against me, the words muffled but clear, his breath hot on my soaked skin. “This little cunt’s clenching around my tongue already. Bet it’s starving for cock.”

I arched my back, the camisole riding up to expose the undersides of my breasts, nipples diamond-hard and aching for touch. The cool air kissed them, but it was nothing compared to the fire between my legs. The man’s free hand slid up my thigh, thumb brushing my asshole teasingly before two fingers pushed into my pussy alongside his tongue.

The stretch burned so good, filling me up as he pumped them slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. “More,” I begged, my voice a husky whine.

I suddenly felt shame at how exposed I was, thrilled at his dominance, and a deep ache for connection in this filthy moment. He was worshipping me, claiming me right here where anyone could see, and it made my heart race as much as my body throbbed.

He pulled his mouth back just enough to whisper, lips glistening with my juices. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless, little girl. Right on this bench, skirt flipped up, tits out for the whole store to see. Pound that tight pussy until you squirt all over my cock, screaming like the slut you are.”

His words wrapped around my soul, dirty and promising, making me feel desired, vulnerable, alive. He dove back in, tongue lashing my clit now, fast, relentless circles, while his fingers scissored inside me, stretching my walls. I could hear the wet squelch of my pussy, the slurping sounds of his mouth, and it all amplified the intimacy, like we were sharing this secret in the open.

The door chimed again, footsteps approaching, a voice calling out for help in another aisle. Panic spiked through me, but it only fueled the heat, my pussy gushing more slick onto his chin. The risk of getting caught, of some stranger rounding the corner to see this older perv eating out with an 18-year-old girl like me ... it made everything sharper, wetter.

My clit pulsed under his tongue, orgasm building low and fierce. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, one hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “Fuck me now. I need your cock inside me, hard, deep, right here where they can hear.”

He chuckled darkly against my folds, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. His fingers twisted, thumb pressing my clit as his tongue flicked lower, rimming my asshole with teasing laps.

“Patience, baby. But first, cum on my face, let me drink every drop while you beg for my dick.”

I rocked against him, hips grinding shamelessly, the bench creaking under us. My nipples begged for pinching, my body a live wire of need, emotions crashing, lust, fear, that electric bond forming in the raw exposure.

Another voice drifted closer, and my pussy clenched tighter around his fingers, teetering on release. He sucked harder, whispering, “That’s it, flood my mouth. Then I’ll bend you over and fuck you raw, make you mine in front of everyone.”

The promise hung, my moans turning desperate, body trembling on the brink.

His fingers plunged deeper, curling inside my pussy with a twist that scraped against my G-spot, sending jolts of raw pleasure ripping through me. I moaned, my body jerking on the bench as he shifted lower, his mouth abandoning my throbbing clit for a moment to claim my bare foot.

He’d slipped off my sneaker earlier, and now his lips wrapped around my big toe, sucking it deep into his hot mouth like it was my clit all over again. The sensation was filthy, intimate, his tongue swirling around the sensitive pad, teeth grazing the arch while his fingers pumped relentlessly, stretching my slick walls.

“Mmm, these pretty little feet,” he murmured against my skin, voice gravelly with lust. “Gonna worship every inch before I wreck that dripping cunt.”

I arched my back hard, the camisole hiking up fully now, my huge tits spilling out into the open air, nipples puckered and begging. The cool draft from the store’s AC hit them like a tease, but it was nothing compared to the fire he was stoking. I felt vulnerable exposure mixing with this wild, aching need to be seen, to be taken right here.