Standing in line behind 3 other people at Victoria's Secret, I was returning a sexy outfit for my now ex-girlfriend. I had bought it as a birthday present for her, but since she dumped me two weeks ago, there really was no point in me wasting my money. Off in my own little world, lost in my thoughts, I stood there in line waiting to return the stuff. I was snapped out of my daze when a girl, no more than 5'3, bounded up behind me.

Turning around to look at her, I was almost floored by her beauty. Her hair was long and blonde, pulled back in a ponytail. She had beautiful blue eyes that looked almost gray in the light of the store. Her body had highly accentuated curves and she had what I thought were probably large B cup breasts. Despite her body, she couldn't have been more than 18. Her youthful face and innocent look gave her away. Wearing a purple baby doll t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts, she was in line buying an item. Looking down, I saw that it was silk black teddy, with lace around the crotch area and spaghetti straps for the shoulders.

Trying to make conversation with her, I spoke to her.

"Man, that's going to be one lucky guy," I said, playing it off as an innocent little joke.

Looking down, the blond had to remember for a second what it was she had. When she realized, her face kind of blushed a little, but she smiled.

"Thanks. Actually, this is just for me. No special man in my life right now," she sighed to herself. Looking at what I was holding, she said "I uhh...don't think that those pieces will fit you," she laughed lightly.

Now it was my turn to look momentarily confused. Glancing down I said, "Oh these. Yeah, they were for my ex-girlfriend but, because she is my ex, I really don't have a use for them,"

"I'm sorry. The outfit is very nice though. What size was she?" the girl said.

"A 4. Actually..." I said, lifting up the outfit to examine it. "This looks like it would fit you. Would you like it?"

"Oh no, no. I can't accept that," the blond said, trying to sound convincing.

"Yes you can. I don't have a use for it, and I'm sure you can find something or someone to wear it for," I said, holding it out for her to take it.

"Well...it is my size. But only if you insist," she said.

"I do. Now take it," I replied, placing it on top of what she was paying for.

"Thank you so much. By the way, my name's Kirsten," she said, extending her hand to shake mine.

"Glad to meet you. My name is Alan," I said, shaking her hand. Her hand was very small and light, very dainty. "Listen Kirsten, since I don't have to stand in this slow moving line anymore, would you like to join me for lunch down in the food court? I know it's not the best food in the world, but I'm starving. It will be my treat," I said.

"Sure. I'd love to," Kirsten replied.

I waited for her to finish paying for her clothing and then we walked side by side down to the food court area of the mall. We chose a Chinese food restaurant, got our food and found a table to sit at.

During the course of our meal and conversation, I was asked a lot of questions by her about myself, but never got one in edgewise about her. So finally, I got a chance to speak while she was munching on an egg roll.

"So Kirsten, what do you do? You still in high school, or do you just work here at the mall?" I asked.

"Well, I'm an actress," she replied, taking a sip of her drink.

"Aspiring or credited?" I replied. Out here in California, EVERYONE thinks they are an actor or actress.

"Credited," she said.

"Really? What films? Anything I might have seen?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"I've been in a lot. Maybe you've heard of some of them. Interview with the Vampire, Small Soldiers, The Virgin Suicides, Bring It On..." she said, trailing off.

I almost choked on my piece of kungpow chicken. Coughing, I drank some of my drink quickly. When I finally had stopped coughing, I said to her:

"Umm...yeah. I've actually seen all those movies. You're Kirsten Dunst aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's me," she said, looking down into her food to try and avoid my jaw dropped stare. "But please, don't make a big deal out of it Alan. I'm just trying to be a regular person today. Please?" she said, pleadingly.

"Don't worry, it's not that big of a deal. In fact, I think it's really cool that you can be famous and yet still go to the mall and hang out like a regular girl. You're secret is safe with me," I said, winking at her "I won't sound off any alarms or anything,"

Kirsten looked relieved and continued to eat her meal. Her mood had darkened a little bit when we began talking about her acting, so I decided to avoid that topic. The rest of our lunch date was spent talking about everything BUT acting. Cars, relationships, sports (I found out she was a huge football fan). Finally however, our conversation turned to sex.

"I started having sex when I was 14," Kirsten said. "Usually with extras and family of the producers of my movies. I've never had a meaningful relationship because I'm always off shooting a movie or something. So most of my sexual encounters have been spur of the moment, one time things. Which is fine because I like the casualness of it. The best place to do it is on a movie set. Or maybe in a public place, I think," Kirsten said as she finished her last bite of rice.

"I agree. I can't count how many times I've fuck...err, made love to a girl in a crowded movie theater," I lied, trying not to seem too shocked by what she was saying.

A smile came over Kirsten's face. "I've got a naughty idea. Care to hear it?" she said, her beautiful smile turning to one of lust.

"Sure," I said. My hand was trembling underneath the table from the excitement.

"One of my friends works here and she showed me this really empty alleyway between some of the stores. She says no one ever goes back there and it's just for storage. I can...show it to you if you want?" she said her face filling with the excitement that I myself was feeling.

"Lead the way," I said. Kirsten took my hand and we made our way towards the little area.

She wasn't kidding. All the alley was really was just a 6 foot wide concrete walkway area, sandwiched between two huge stores in the mall. Making sure no one saw us go down it, we ran hand in hand to the back. There were boxes being stored there but there was enough of a hole that we could crawl underneath it. The boxes blocked us from view as we stepped into an area the same size as the alley, but more brightly lit. The floor was littered with cigarette butts and a few beer bottles. Kids probably came back here to smoke a joint or something without fear of getting caught. The light that was illuminating the alley was coming from above. Looking up, I could see that directly above us, no more than 10 feet, was the bottom floor of the mall. Apparently it was two sided glass. My guess is that the tiling that people were walking over above us looked like regular tile, but only people below could see up through it. I wondered how many tiles in the mall were like that.

"This is so cool," I said. "Can they see us?"

"Only if they got down to look at the floor," she replied. "But I've got something even better than that,"

"Oh? What's that?" I said.

"Turn around and don't peek. You'll see," Kirsten said.

Turning around I muttered to myself "She is full of more surprises than Christmas,"

I could hear a ruffling of clothes being moved around, and I heard her reach into the plastic shopping bags she was carrying. The noise stopped and Kirsten said "Ok, turn around,"

Pivoting on my foot, I turned to face her. She was wearing the little black teddy I had seen her buying at Victoria's Secret. And nothing else. Her breasts were accentuated by the lingerie, pushed up and out by the Wonder bra technology installed in them. The crotch of the teddy was just like I thought it would be: a thin, lacy material that was against her inner thighs, and a mesh like material in the crotch. I could see that she kept her pussy shaved at least to the bikini line and that her cunt lips were stretching the material of the teddy.