I know there were budget cuts but this was ridiculous. This outfit was so flimsy it was bound to be torn!
I took the job as an elf in the mall partly for the money but mostly to be closer to my husband. He was in charge of the whole place and I hadn’t seen him in so long that I thought this would be a great idea. I just never expected to be so exposed.
Because the outfit is so flimsy. Because it caught on a display and tore. Because it keeps ripping with every step and I know that if I’m not careful everyone will be able to see me.
See the wife of the manager exposed. See her bare body on display. See her trembling with a need.
A need to be seen.
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My legs were shaking and weak, and by the time I walked around the last corner and saw the safety of the dressing room in front of me I could barely keep myself standing. I was unsteady and stumbling, half-drunk from the fantasies running roughshod through my body. My skin felt hot and prickly. My body so exposed now that my arms and hands were slipping.
I was practically just grasping the fabric to my most exposed places. The rest of me fully exposed to the air. The rest of me ready for anyone to see me.
Even that group of five college-aged guys that just walked into the mall. Laughing and joking and talking loudly.
I could make out what they were saying. How one of them was telling the others about the outfits Santa’s Sexy Helpers were wearing. How they would all enjoy the eye candy.
What about the eye candy trembling behind this planter so very close to them. Clutching that cloth to my body and pressing it against me. Pressing it between my thighs and inside of me. Soaking it with the wetness of my sex as I blushed and slumped against the wall.
Oh god, how I wanted them to find me. As I wanted them to catch me and expose me. As I wanted them to pull me into that dressing room and take their turns with me, their hard young bodies going again and again and Greg catching us and kicking them out. Greg turning to me as I jumped on him and took him into me. As I felt his hard body fill me up far better than anyone else ever could.
I gasped a bit too loud and one of them actually turned. I think he might have even seen something because he took a few steps over towards me.
But his buddies called out to him and the left, and I had a free line all the way towards the door of the dressing room.
So ignoring the instinct in me crying out for me to stay hidden here and do away with the clothing. To pull it off of me and pleasure myself right there in the middle of the mall.
I ignored it and dashed across the open space, slamming through the door and into the safety of the dressing room.
Any relief I might have had evaporated immediately.
I wasn’t alone in the dressing room. Standing there with me was Greg, and he did not look happy.
Anger and confusion flashed in his eyes as he looked me up and down. As he saw that the only part of my outfit that was in any way intact was my hat.
“Come with me,” he said, a cold fury in his voice as he turned away from me and led me out of the dressing room.