(Continued from part 4)
Flush with the excitement of our dressing room tryst, I escorted Wendy towards the Food Court. I loved the mall, there were so many things and places that could be turned to my deviant purposes. We sauntered onward, my arm entwined around hers possessively. My free hand caressing her arm, gesturing as we chatted. There was no wasted time, no empty pauses. I was happy to notice that she looked toward me more than she looked at our surroundings.
As we walked I knew that I didn't want her exposed to the general public in the food court. I wanted a more secluded area. I steered us through the central mall location, and to the Cheesecake Factory. We were before the lunch rush, so plenty of time to play and get refreshed. Wendy hadn't cum yet, and my day would not be complete until she was exhausted from orgasms.
I asked for a booth from the maitre d' and then suggested that she place us in a particular one. Since we were early, I got my way. It was deep, and semicircular, not the usual facing bench seats.
I carefully shepherded Wendy into the spot I wanted her in, semi-visible but hidden from most viewing angles. I let her burrow into the menu, knowing that I would order for both of us, and that it would be a light meal of appetizers.
"Ha," I thought, "light appetizers here was a wishful and relative concept."
When the waitress approached, I order us water, stuffed mushrooms and a flatbread pizza of basil, tomato and cheese, all the while with my left hand on Wendy's thigh, slowly inching her hem up.
As the waitress left, I leaned into Wendy and softly said, "Your panties are in your purse, you should put them on."
With a small smile, she started to sidle around the bench to go to the ladies room. My hand on her thigh stopped her.
"No, Wendy," I said, looking directly in her eyes. I pushed my hand up under her skirt. "Put them on here."
Her eyes widened in surprise, then a lascivious smile replaced the surprise. She looked around quickly while pulling her purse to her and snapping it open. I could tell by the increase in her breathing that this was exactly what her perverted desires included.
I leaned back into the seat and crossed my legs, glancing about for the approach of wait staff, while watching my delicious slut doing her slutty best. She levered her shoes off, and I watched with interest as she leaned forward and pulled her feet up to place them in her panties. The light blue of the boy shorts contrasted nicely with the dark stockings. I felt my pulse increase as the panties rose up the columns of her legs. I looked up to see her watching me.
With exaggerated care she pulled the panties up and lifted her ass. She adjusted the waist of the panties and started to adjust her dress.
I stopped her with my hand. "I want to show yourself to me here. You will not cover up, my beautiful slut."
Her voice had a sultry huskiness about it when she replied "Yes, Milady." I smiled at her. She had sex on her mind now.
"Do you want others to see me?" she asked.
"No, you are my slut, you are for my viewing pleasure, only."
She gave me a happy and broad smile while she adjusted her hem above her pussy. Unbidden by me she spread her legs just enough to let me see the curve of her mound disappearing between her thighs.
"Don't grow too bold," I warned, "punishment could be very exacting and embarrassing."
She giggled, obviously excited by the prospect. The waitress returned with two glasses of water. Wendy picked hers up and sipped.
"It's a long day, and you will have to pee sometime during it..." I arched one eyebrow, and gave a smirk. "Do drink up like a good girl, I don't want you to be dehydrated, love."
She almost spewed water, and I broke out in a laugh.
(to be continued)