Tissues Ticklish Mom Goes ShoppingChapter 7
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I was having a hard time keeping up with Ms. Connor as she led me through the mall. Only a minute or two before, I had a massive orgasm on Tommy’s little dick right in front of Ms. Chelsea. My sweaty body was making my thin white swimsuit-cover-turned-dress cling to my body and I didn’t dare look down to see how transparent it was. I was practically naked, and I knew it. People were staring and the humiliation made me horny.
Another issue was quickly becoming more urgent, however. I really had to pee. Ms. Connor hadn’t let me go since we left the house. Even though the thought of it made me shiver with humiliation horniness, I hoped that she wouldn’t make me wait until I could hold it no longer. I just couldn’t be made to pee myself in the middle of the mall in front of crowds of people.
“Ms. Connor, please,” I said as I struggled to talk, breath and walk at the same time. “I really need to pee. Please.”
She stopped abruptly, “Go ahead,” she answered, clearly annoyed, “pee!”
“I ... I can’t ... Not here. Please let me go to the ladies’ room,” I asked.
Her phone rang and I squeezed my thighs together. I’m sure my desperation was getting obvious to the teens and families that were passing by us. I’m sure they noticed how beautiful and put together Ms. Connor looked and how completely disheveled I was. Not only was I nearly naked, I’m sure that my hair and make-up were a disaster after my ordeal in the shoe store.
“What time are you working?” She said to the caller. “OK. We’ll be there.”
A small spurt of pee escaped my pussy and dripped down my thigh. “Please. I’ll ruin my new shoes,” I begged.
She started walking again and I followed, hoping that she was heading to the nearest ladies’ room.
“Here are the rules for you peeing from now on.” She paused for effect. “One, you can only pee outside. Two, you pee naked. Three, If I’m with you, you have to have permission to pee.”
I thought my nipples and clit would explode, that’s how engorged they were hearing my new pee rules. Naked and outside? How would I ever? I might have argued, but I was so desperate to pee. I didn’t want to do it in the middle of the mall.
“Please, Ms. Connor. Please may I pee.” I asked.
“God. OK. I’ll take you.” She answered.
“Thank God!” I thought as she dragged me to the nearest down escalator. I thought we would head out of the mall to the parking lot. But I thought wrong.
She headed into the ladies’ room! Thank God, I thought. She’s going to be reasonable.
“Wait here a minute. I have to go first.”
“Please ... Ms. Connor ... I...” was all I could get out as she disappeared around the corner and into the ladies’ room.
I must have been quite a site. Not only was I a disheveled mess, nearly naked. I was obviously desperate to pee, practically doing the pee-pee dance like a child. And I was standing right outside of the ladies’ room and not going inside to pee.
After what seemed like forever, she finally strode out of the ladies’ room saying, “Let’s go!”
I followed her to an exit and out into the parking lot.
“Go ahead.” She said coldly, looking at her watch.
I looked around. “Right here? I can’t. Someone will see. I can’t get naked and pee right here.”
“Find a place ... Quickly!”
I scouted the area and there was a dumpster nearby. I walked over with Ms. Connor following close behind.
I went behind the dumpster. I wasn’t completely hidden, but it would have to do. I kicked off my heels and pulled my dress over my head. When I started to squat, Ms. Connor said, “Hand them to me. Your bag too.”
I did what I was told and quickly squatted and started to pee. A hard, thick stream erupted from my pussy and onto the ground. It splashed my feet and ankles and I spread my legs as far as I could. The relief was almost as good as the giant orgasm I had earlier on Tommy’s dick.
Ms. Connor pulled out her phone and started texting as she casually walked further and further away from the dumpster. When I was finally done peeing, I looked over at her. She was half-way back to the entrance to the mall. I waved and called to her, trying not to call attention to myself.
“Come on, we have to go.” She answered holding my stuff out to me, but she didn’t come back to the dumpster to get me. She was about 20 feet away. She was going to make me walk to her naked. Having nothing to wipe with, my pussy and thighs were wet with my pee, as were my feet and ankles from the splashing.
I covered my tits with my left arm and my pussy with my right hand and made my way toward her. When I got to her, she pulled my things away. “Hang on,” she said reaching into her bag and pulling out some napkins. “Clean yourself up before we go back inside.”
I was in a panic being out in the open naked. I looked around and although people were walking to and from their cars, no one seemed to notice. I grabbed the napkins and quickly dapped around my pussy, hoping that would be enough.
“Do it right!” She demanded.
I looked around again to see some people glancing over as they walked. I thought it better to just do what I was told and get it over with. I needed my dress back, as skimpy and see through as it was. I got behind Ms. Connor, opened my legs, squatted down a bit and thoroughly dried my pussy and thighs. It felt so good to touch my horny clit that I lingered an extra second or two. The need to get dressed outweighed the need to get off, though. Also, I didn’t want Ms. Connor to catch me masturbating.
“Please? Is that good?” I asked.
“Wipe those feet off. You don’t want to get pee in your new shoes, do you?”
I did as I was told, crossing one foot over my knee to wipe it off and then the other. Finally, she was satisfied and handed me first my shoes and then my dress.
My dignity restored, such that it was at that moment, we headed back into the mall.
“I’m hungry, let’s grab a bite before we head to the dress shop,” Ms. Connor said as she led the way.
I was hoping that she’d buy me something less revealing and more like real clothes sooner rather than later, but it wasn’t my choice. It was the white transparent tiny swimsuit cover for me during lunch.
The food court was crowded for the beginning of lunch hour. Teens and families were everywhere. Ms. Connor selected a seat near the rear of the seating area, as far from the food vendors as possible. I could see where this was going.
She told me what she wanted and sat at the table. It was plainly obvious that I was to go get our food. It took me two trips back and forth to the vendor counters to bring the food and drinks. I felt like everyone was staring at me. Probably because they all were staring at me – and pointing – and laughing. I pulled my chair out to sit, but Ms. Connor wasn’t done showing me off. He had me get more napkins. Then ketchup. Then refill her drink. Then salt and pepper.
By the time I was allowed to sit and eat, Ms. Connor was nearly done and had struck up a conversation with two cute goth teens sitting at the next table. I arranged my dress to cover as much as possible and ate an uncomfortable lunch, happy that my pussy was covered, at least.
In conversation with the goth teens, we learned that were high school juniors. They attended a school that was across town from Tissues’ school. They both had dark straight hair and wore black stretch pants and black tee shirts with skulls on them. Their lipstick and nail polish were both black and they wore silver and black jewelry, all in classic goth style. The girls were opposites to Ms. Connor, with her athletic, feminine look.
“I’m Ms. Connor and this is Suzy,” Ms. Connor introduced us. The girls looked at me oddly, apparently noticing how informally I was introduced.
“I’m Sarah and this is Lisa,” the taller of the two girls replied.
The conversation flowed as we ate. Soon our attention was grabbed by a young mother playing with her young boy and girl. The kids were taking turns creeping slowly up to their mom. The mom shouted “Closer!” as they creeped in. Once they got close enough, she quickly started tickling them and they ran away. The scene was sending shivers through my body as I remembered how I’d been tickled last night by the cheerleaders and again today by Ms. Chelsea and Tommy.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” or, “Koochi, koochi, koo!” the mom taunted as she tickled her kids.
“You know,” Ms. Connor said as she enjoyed the show, “Suzy here is very ticklish too! Isn’t that right?”
I didn’t like where this was going. At least my brain didn’t like it. My nipples stuck out obscenely, begging to be tickled.
“Ms. Connor, I...” I stammered, “well ... I ... yes ... Yes! I’m a very horny ticklish girl!” I blurted out, rocking my foot to get some friction on my throbbing clit.
Where did that come from? I just told these two cute teens that I’m horny. And ticklish! AND a girl, not a woman! I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I was so humiliated, but I did it to myself this time. Why did I say I was horny?
The girls just stared for a moment, open mouthed. Then they burst out laughing.
Ms. Connor laughed with them for a moment, then said, “Suzy, wouldn’t it be fun it you played the tickle game with Sarah and Lisa? Let’s do it!” Ms. Connor directed. She started barking out the orders and soon the two girls were sitting in chairs next to each other and I was standing a few feet in front of them, a foot or two out of their reach.
I thought to myself, “They aren’t really going to tickle me, are they? Not right here in front of all these people.” I’m not sure what was making me hornier, the anticipation of being tickled in public, or being treated like a child by these goth teens. Either way, my thighs were slippery with my juices, nearly down to my knees. I’m sure my wetness was visible to the girls below the hem of my dress.
“Closer!” Sarah ordered and I took a baby step toward the girls.
“Closer!” Lisa ordered next, wiggling her tickle finger in my direction. I took another baby step forward.
The teens were shouting their orders loudly and soon everyone in the nearby tables was watching the show.
“Closer!” They both shouted together. I was torn. I didn’t want to be tickled. But I also didn’t want to prolong this display any longer than necessary. I decided to just get it over with and took a big step forward. Both girls reached out and started tickling. My belly and ribs were under assault as I twisted and wiggled to avoid the tickling. I’m sure I was making quite a show for the audience.
“Hahaha ... Heeheehee ... Hahahaha...” I laughed as the girls attacked. Every so often one of their hands would slip up to touch a tit or down to slide over my mound. The tickling was too overpowering a feeling for me give it more than passing notice. Were they doing it on purpose, though?
I wiggled myself away and took a moment to catch my breath and adjust my dress. God! My pussy was nearly visible!
“One more time. Hands over your head this time,” Ms. Connor ordered, as she came over to me. She grabbed first my right hand and then my left pulling them up and holding them over my head.
“Closer!” The girls shouted.
I started to take a small step forward only to feel Ms. Connor’s knee push my bottom forward and I stumbled into the girls’ tickle zone. Immediately, the girls started on my exposed armpits.
“Whoaaahaahaa ... hehehehe ... hahahaha...” I howled. I tried to escape, but Ms. Connor held my wrists like a vice and her knee pushing my butt kept me off balance. I was at their mercy.
They tickled me all over. My pits to the backs of my knees were attacked and everything in between. After a minute or two, they made no pretense of accident as they touched my tits, ass and pussy freely.
The left strap of my dress finally tore, and my tit was nearly exposed. The fabric got caught up on my swollen nipple, saving its exposure to the crowd. I also felt the hem of my dress creeping up. I’m sure it was well above both my ass and pussy. Being situated as I was, between Ms. Connor and the girls, no one was able to get a good look at my nakedness.
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