Christmas at the Shopping Mall

Just Another Day?

It was a typical Saturday morning - up by seven, read the newspaper, drank some coffee, and dressed by eight. The moment we were dressed, Cindy got busy with her usual weekend chores, while I checked the mail and paid some bills on-line.

During one of her many trips into my home office, Cindy suggested that we should do a bit of Christmas shopping later this morning. She suggested we go to the Mall in the city, and afterward enjoy a leisurely lunch there. Which sounded good to me; as I had no previously plans today.

As I worked on the bills, I noticed that every time Cindy would walk by me, she'd wink, or lick her full lips, or sway those luscious inviting hips of hers. She was going out of her way to tease me a little this morning; not that I'd ever kick a fuss about that.

I'm no expert about women (nor will any man ever be) but I do know one thing for sure, it's that most men are lost when it comes to understanding a woman's moods, or why they do what they do. My philosophy - just smile and nod approvingly, and go with the flow. Most guys can't differentiate between woman's moods any more than they can separate laundry successfully.

The Ride To The Shopping Mall

In the car on our way to the Shopping Mall, I checked out my wife's outfit. She wore a very short black shiny leather skirt, (which was much shorter than she usually wears) black silk stockings, with a sexy design stitched into them. A black waist length form fitting lambskin jacket, which didn't cover much of her top half; especially in front when it was unzipped, as it now was. Underneath the jacket, she wore a white, low-cut, tight fitting, silky, see-through top, which couldn't hide the sexy white lacy push up bra she was wearing beneath it.

It was difficult to keep my eyes off her ample cleavage, and concentrate on driving the car. On top of that, it looked like her puffy nipples were winking at me.

Cindy pretended like she didn't notice me checking her out, as she causally adjusted her bottom in the car seat a little, which made her short skirt ride up even higher, as she was seated in the tiny bucket seat of our white Corvette. That was when I noticed that her stockings tops were now exposed; which had a fancy white design embroidered at the top of the elastic band which held them up, and a tiny white ruffled lace above the elastic band.

As she nonchalantly wiggled her bottom even more, pretending to get even more conformable in her seat, it caused her short skirt to ride up a bit more. Then, I caught a brief glimpse of her creamy white thigh flesh, and a few inviting curly hairs of her neatly trimmed light brown bush peeking out under her shiny black short skirt. I suddenly gasped at the fact that my innocent little wife was wearing no underwear.

What I would have given to stop the car right there at that moment, and run my tongue along those inviting lips, before plunging it into that delicious silky vagina of hers; but I didn't - I tried my best to keep my composure, act as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and keep the damn car on the road and not in a ditch.

Our eyes briefly met, as she winked at me sexily