My Time at the Mall


Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Humor, Group Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: A man needs sheets, well everybody does but when he finally overcomes his dislike of the mall he finds two lovely females, one that needs his help

Looking back at two nights of bliss with two young, beautiful ladies, I remembered it had all started with an ad. The advertisement had not caught my eye until I saw the magic words. Super King Size Sheets, on sale. It was hard enough to find a store that had super king size, let alone a sale, I read more with interest, could it be... , YES, Egyptian cotton, with a high tread count. I looked for the store name and my heart missed a beat. It was in the Mall. I HATE THE MALL, and, it was Saturday

All those bright stores saying "Come on in, Spend all your Money, We have credit", cap's included, not to mention those Menacing Mothers. I'm 40, with a few grey hairs, I earned them and I have had a good life without ever biting a child or giving a female 'That Look', I don't even know what 'That Look' looked like. I just hated the Mall, but I did need some new sheets, they were there and they were on sale.

Bite the bullet and go.

I was upset even before I got into my car and the traffic didn't help, why does everybody have to be on the road when I am, and why were they all having a 'Bad Hair Day'. Keep calm, Breath deep, you have been in worse places and these people are not even shooting at you, it's just a shopping trip. I arrived at the Mall shaking and found a park close to the entrance. Maybe my luck had changed.

I entered, muttering to myself, training helped, down a bit, up the escalator, turn right about, half way down the hall. Don't look left, don't look right, into the store, buy and beat a hasty retreat. And so it was a hell of a shock when the young lady in front of me fell into my arms two steps from the top of the escalator.

I had been looking at the steps when I started on the moving walk way and had walked forward until I saw heels and stopped, Mall Manners. I had not even bothered to look up at the owner of those heels. I thanked our instructors. "Don't walk around with your hands in your pockets", we had been taught to be ready for anything, I don't think they had ever thought anything like this was going to happen.

I caught her as she rocked back into me, as she began to slide down my body I wrapped an arm under her shoulders, bent and put the other under her legs and lifted.

I'm 6' 3 and well built, things hadn't gone south yet, she seemed like a feather.

I stepped off the walk way and moved to my right, again training. "Don't stop and get in the way". I looked down at her. Eyes closed and chest moving, what's wrong. My time in the gulf didn't help here. There, you looked for bleeding, then you looked for a hole, then you looked at the other side for another hole. One hole, bad, two holes okay. Plug the hole/holes slap on a field dressing, give a shot of A1, mark the time on his forehead and call for a dust off.

It wasn't going to work here.

I knew I should get her into the recovery position so she didn't choke on her tongue, when my mind told me something else. Warm Bare Skin tickling bare skin.

She wasn't wearing panties, I had short sleeves. When my wife of 18 years left me and the children, saying she loved me but wasn't in love with me, I put a sign up in the garage so I could see it every time I got into my car. 'SHIT HAPPENS'. It had happened again, I couldn't just put her on the floor. My mind raced, seeing pictures of me pulling her over and moving her leg and her bare bum showing. I could hear the screaming, Pervert... , Killer... , and worse.

I looked for somewhere I could put her down, a bed would be nice, a couch would do. To the left, a Mens store, not good, to the right, what the hell was 'Bling', ah, two up on the right, a Women's store. I walked straight in, aware of a small group of wannabes following, they grouped around the entrance waiting for the camera to show so they could have their 2 seconds of fame or see the police haul me away in cuffs so they could tell their friends about ... The Mall Rapist.

'Thank You', I blessed whoever, the store was empty save the sales girl. I used my command voice as I asked if there was a bed, somewhere I could put a lady that had fainted. Things started to go down hill, it took a while for me to realise how big the hill was. And it was a rollercoaster ride.

No there was no bed, no couch, just a big easy chair with no arms, I looked at it and thought they had put it there for the husbands. When they got the bill they would have to sit down. I sat down with the lady in my arms. I held her shoulders up and her head rolled and rested on mine.

The training took over again, "Miss, I need you to get some paper and a pen, on the second line write the time that I came in, now, on the first line, subtract 1 minute and write 'lady collapsed'", she disappeared and came back, looking at her watch and writing, and, I continued, "breathing normal", I waited, and, "heartbeat normal", more writing, and, she bent forward. Her mother should have told her that the outer clothing should cover the inner. Her breasts were just held by a low cut bra, I'd say a 36C maybe D and in this position she was displaying a fair, no, it was better than fair, it was a good amount. Well rounded and no tan line. This was going to be fun.

"Put one thumb between your eyes and your other thumb between hers, when I say so, exchange thumbs and see if you can feel any difference". She looked at me???. "I know what I'm doing, you will when you have finished. Body temperature is hard to guess, the best place to measure it is between the eyes. If you can't feel a difference she is okay, now, please do it Miss".

As she placed her thumbs she told me her name was Jackie but, just call me Jack. Okay, just call me Jack, "Change hands".

"Oh, I see, well, I can feel, no, there is no difference", her eyes wide, she was helping, she felt needed. "Temp normal", she looked at me. "Please write everything down, I not a doctor but they need all the help they can get with a case like this".

"Now, can you call Mall management and tell them what has happened and ask if they have a stretcher.

A mobile phone appeared like magic, two buttons later, she must have speed dial, she was talking and I tried to make sense from the one side I could hear, she looked at me, "No", that must mean no stretcher.

"Have they got a room", more one way, "Yes, but it's at the other end of the Mall". I HATE MALLS.

"Is there someone that can help", again I waited. "Yes, but they are at the other end of the Mall". I clenched my teeth.

"Please ask them to send someone as soon as possible" I said in my most reasonable tone. This was repeated and just call me Jack said, "She will be here ASAP".

New sign for the garage. 'If the world didn't suck, we would all fall off'

Now we get back to the hill, my leg was getting wet. "Jack, we have a problem. I won't look but could you lift the ladies skirt and have a look between her legs. I'm getting wet and I need to know if it's blood".

Jack stood back. "Gross". Now for the up front in your face part. "She's out of it and I need your help, she's not wearing panties and my leg is getting wet, I need to know if it's blood, she could be bleeding internally, ie, pregnant and if she is we need to call the emergency services".

I turned my head and Jack looked. "Woooh nice, ummm, she's not bleeding but... , she's wet, I mean... , you got the wet spot", and giggled.

Great, next on the bill, "Jack, She only has a watch on her wrist so I need you to unbutton her top and see if she is wearing a medic alert".

"This is so bad".

"No it's not, you could be saving a life". Buttons popped, no alert, okay. "Next you need to pull her top out of her skirt, see if she has a belly chain. A lot of young girls are doing that".

"I don't even do this with my girlfriend".

Breath Deep. "Just do it already". No alert.

The hill got bigger. I heard a noise and looked at the entrance and noticed the crowd had thinned as a storm in a teacup came flying through, she might have been 5 foot but she was a force 3 hurricane. She saw me, then saw what I was holding and changed course.

"Samatha!, Sam!, what's wrong. What have you done to Sam?, what are you doing??".

She touched down in front of me and stroked Sam's? forehead, running her fingers through her hair. This was to much. She had NO BRA and by leaning into Sleeping Beauty I could see everything, maybe a 34 B a small part of my brain said.

"Is she okay, like, what happened, why are you holding her like that?".

I noticed her shoulder bag.

No More Mr Nice Guy.

"Is there by chance a pair of panties beside your bra in that bag?, your friend collapsed in my arms, I noticed she was not wearing any panties and did not want to cause her any embarrassment by showing her... , bare to the whole Mall, and now she is making my pants look like I've pissed myself. Any more questions or should we look after Sleeping Beauty. Jack, do you stock panties or do you ladies carry pads, all I want to do is buy some sheets on sale. By the way, who the hell are you anyway?".

Silence, I liked using my command voice, it doesn't happen often but it does work. Just call me Jack answered first. "We don't stock panties but I have a friend in the Mall that stocks pads, down in the chemists. I'll see if she can come up".

Again the cell phone appeared out of nowhere and again I listened to half of a conversation as Sleeping Beauty moved for the first time.

"You know, Like a heavy period". I switched off.

I have enjoyed female company and usually the meeting point is soft and loving, Sam's hips were bony and a little hard on certain parts of my body, also I noticed my legs were feeling numb. With her friend here I could put Sam down on the chair.

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