4 comments/ 45056 views/ 4 favorites Melinda, the Mall Flasher Ch. 01 By: DoctorDougie She showed me her tits and pussy right in the mall! As an MD who works exclusively in the hospital (we're actually called "hospitalists") I'd put in a long day seeing all of my associates' patients. I left work still in my scrubs to go to the mall to pick up my new eyeglasses. When in the Lens Crafters store, and awaiting my turn for service, I looked out the window to see a pretty young brunette sitting on a bench feeding her baby from a bottle of formula. The little tyke took all of it. She placed the little one on her shoulder and proceeded to "burp" him. Even though she couldn't see me from where I was standing, she probably wouldn't have paid much attention to me, anyway. I'm middle-aged, and although I've kept myself in great shape (mostly from working too many hours to have time to eat a lot!), I do show some signs of wear. Most of my hair is gone, so I keep my head shaved. I'm six feet one inch tall, and weigh 190 lbs. The young brunette was attractive, but not ravishingly beautiful. She'd obviously gotten her shape back after her pregnancy. She was wearing a denim bib-style miniskirt. Under her outfit she wore a red knit blouse with a deep front opening—great cleavage! She was showing lots of really wonderful tight thighs. She really looked good. There was some difficulty with my eyeglasses order. I told the clerk that I had just finished my workday and could really use a cup of coffee. I asked if I could take some time to go get one, and he said that that would be great and the glasses should be ready by that time. As I left the store and walked past the mom and her baby, I could hear her cooing and softly singing to him while he rested after feeding. When I was returning to the store with my coffee I saw a fellow named Benny, who I knew worked in my hospital's maintenance department. He and two friends were walking just ahead of me, passing the young mom. Acting as if she didn't know they were there, she pulled her blouse open and pulled out her tit! It was beautiful, pale unblemished skin topped with a stiff and protruding nipple. Taking her time and giving plenty of time for passers-by to see her, she moved her sleeping baby into position to feed. She haphazardly placed a feeding cloth over her shoulder and the baby's head, making sure it was open on the side—was that so the baby could better breathe or so we could better see her tits? But wait...the baby had already eaten! What the hell was she doing? I sat down on the bench directly opposite hers to see. Very coyly she looked up to see if she'd been noticed. Sure enough, Benny was looking right at her. She turned her attention back to her baby and Benny and his friends continued on. But not before he saw me. "Hey, Doctor Dougie," They finally let you out for a while? I know you didn't run out of patients to see!" "Hello, Benny," I replied, and smiled. "Even I am allowed a little time for myself." "No wonder you hang at the mall with all the money you guys make!" Benny teased. "Care to share with us common folks?" "Sure, Benny," I called after him. "Whatever you say." "See you at the hospital tomorrow, Doc?" Benny asked. "Sure will, "I answered. With that Benny and his buddies continued ambling through the mall. I turned my attention to my coffee and out of the corner of my eye I noticed the young mom noticing me. She had obviously heard my conversation with Benny (as had everyone nearby! Benny was neither subtle now quiet!) Her big brown eyes were opened largely and she had a big smile on her face. Still smiling at me, she turned her legs on the bench, letting them separate about a foot. Her thighs were smooth and firm under her short denim skirt. And I was looking right up her skirt. At the junction of her thighs it was milky white, hinting at the treasure that was there. She held that position for a long while, while she looked me right in the eye, smiling even more brightly. Turning her attention back to the baby, she acted as if he was through eating. She took him away from her breast and laid him on his stomach on her lap. She pulled her cover cloth off her shoulder, but hadn't replaced her tit in her blouse. Her nipple was still very hard, pointing right at me. Her legs were still open just enough to tease me. My cock was as hard as stone. She looked me right in the eye again and asked, "I couldn't help but overhear—are you really a doctor?" "Yes, I am," I said. "I guess I'm supposed to ask you if you're married," she said and giggled lightly, as if she'd made a joke. "No, I guess there just wasn't enough time during med school," I said. "What about you?" "Yes," she said, "but he works too much and never has time for me anymore." Just when I was wondering why this little lady was endearing me with her sad story, her two friends arrived. They'd discovered a huge sale, too wonderful to pass up, at the department store at the other end of the mall. They asked her to join them. "Oh, I really can't," she said. I really have to be thinking about getting the baby home." "Well, we're going down the way. If you can't wait for us you'll have to call your hubby or get another way home, that's all!" And with that they swished off. The young mom looked genuinely distraught. But then suddenly she grinned as if an idea had popped into her head, and she smilingly looked my way again. I figured enough was enough and stood to leave. Just as I did she dropped her cover cloth and it landed in a pool at her feet. Nothing if not a gentleman, I squatted at her feet to retrieve it for her. As I picked it up, she again spread her knees. I was looking right at her crotch! As I squatted right in front of her she picked her baby up off her lap and attempted to stand. When she did the baby's little sneaker caught the hem of her skirt and it lifted above her waist. Six inches from my face was the most diaphanous, nearly totally transparent, thong I had ever seen. It was very clear that she was totally shaved and since the crotch of the thong was pulled up between her pussy lips. I was seeing a surprise cameltoe right in the mall! I was close enough to smell her scent from her arousal. But she just continued to coo at and hold the baby as if nothing were happening. I reached the cover cloth up to her to take, and when she looked at me she acted as if she noticed her raised skirt. "Oh, my gosh," she hoarsely whispered. "That happens to me a lot. If it's not too much of a bother, would you mind pulling my skirt down for me?" Would I mind?! Would I mind?!! Damn right I would mind! My dick was hard like a steel bar, and I felt very close to making a mess in my scrubs. Scrubs don't really hide very much, and I saw her eyes get bigger when she looked at my lap and saw the outline of my hard on. But I very slowly did as she had asked. She took the cloth from me and turned her pretty face to me and said, "My name is Melinda. I guess we should be introduced after that, huh?" "My name is Douglas," I said, "but everyone has called me Dougie since the first grade." She laid her sleeping baby down and sat down. I was still too stunned to move. Women don't usually show their bodies to me in public places. She was on her cell phone, and her conversation was becoming very animated. With her gesticulating, her skirt was creeping up to the very top of her thighs, allowing me another sweet look at that see-through thong. Suddenly and decisively she ended the conversation and hung up. "He's too busy and can't get away to come for me and the baby. What could be more important than us?" she moaned. Like I said, a gentleman, right? No, I was just a guy who didn't want to pass up an excellent opportunity. I looked at my watch. It was time to pick up my watch. "Where do you live?" I asked. When she told me I recognized her neighborhood as the one adjacent to mine. So I said, "If you can give me three minutes to get my new glasses I'll be happy to drop you off. After all, we're nearly neighbors." So with new glasses in hand, Melinda and her baby and I walked to my Escalade for the ride home. I held her door for her as she climbed in (she said, "Huh! I can't remember the last time my husband did that for me>") Sitting and holding her baby, her skirt was above her crotch. She gave me great directions to her house. To be continued Melinda, the Mall Flasher Ch. 02 It would probably be best to read Part One first so you know better what's happening here. Please let me know what you think. What a wonderful day I was having! Here I was driving Melinda and her baby home from the mall in my escalade while seeing her exposed pussy the whole time. Permit me to digress. I'd seen her feed the bay his formula from a bottle. When a small group of men approached she put the bottle away and exposed her breast and nipple as if to breastfeed the child. Before long she'd not only engaged me in conversation but flashed me with the most wonderful upskirt view of her transparent thong and obviously shaved pussy. When her girlfriends' plans changed and her husband couldn't come for her, I very gallantly (and because I liked seeing her pussy!) offered her a lift. Actually her place was on my way home, so there we were! The baby was awake now, cooing and goo-gooing and giggling and making all the sounds of a contented baby. Melinda had put the seat's backrest down a bit. "We don't need the police to see a baby riding without its car seat, do we? You'll have to be careful, okay?" she asked. "You betcha," I said. I would be very happy to drive very slowly to her house. You see, when she climbed into my Escalade her bib-type denim miniskirt had risen all the way up her thighs. Squirming and moving to entertain the baby had made her skirt slide halfway to her waist. There was no hair anywhere to be seen. She was wearing a see-through white lacy thong through which you could clearly see the cleft of her shaved pussy. What's more, the bottom of the thong was so small that it was being swallowed by her pussy lips. For all intents and purposes Melinda was naked from the waist down. As she lay back caressing the baby for a short respite, she turned a little toward me in the seat. She cocked her left knee and put her left ankle on the seat under her right thigh. Her pussy was now on total display for me. I was staring as best I could while still safely driving, and when I looked up at her I knew she caught me doing just that. "You must think awful things of me, with the way I've been behaving," said Melinda. But she made no moves to reposition herself. "No, no, I just...," I started to say. Melinda interrupted me. "Since the baby I just can't help myself sometimes," she explained. "I've always been pretty horny, but now it's constant—I think about it all the time. Look at me; I'm probably soaking your nice leather seats now. It's like my hormones are on overdrive or something. Can that happen? You're a doctor. Do you think there's something wrong with me? Is there a cure?" Cure, Schmure!! I loved every minute of it and would've only offered to cure it with my dick. Instead, I said, "It's not uncommon to undergo hormonal changes after giving birth. Sometimes the mood swings are really remarkable. Usually they pass shortly after your body returns to its normal rhythms. Have you had your period since he was born?" "Oh, yes, a few of them." "Then you should start seeing some subtle changes soon. If you are concerned be sure to take it up with your personal physician." What was this woman trying to do? I didn't know her at all, hadn't met her before today, and here she was bearing her soul (and that ain't all!) to me as if I was her confessor. I was getting nervous but at the same time extremely turned on. My cock was harder than at any time I could remember. It was sticking up strongly through the thin fabric of the scrubs I still wore from work. She saw my hard on and when I glanced at her she licked her lips. Just then she gave me a couple of quick directions and after a left and two rights we arrived at her home. It was very nicely appointed and well-kept in a quiet, comfortable, residential area. She didn't get out of the car but rather waited for me to open the door. I wasn't disappointed. She opened her legs widely to climb down from my ride. Her denim miniskirt had been crimped up under her during the trip home, creasing horizontally across her butt. When she stepped down the skirt remained crimped, with the bottom half of her sweet ass on display. Not wanting to embarrass her, I said nothing (LOL!) While she was holding her son she started fumbling for her bags of baby stuff and supplies. Always the gentleman, I offered to hold the baby while she retrieved everything. She smiled and accepted. Once inside she didn't offer to take the baby right off. Instead she put her things away. I followed her into what seemed to be the nursery. On the way she kicked of her shoes. Out of the blue, she turned to face me and said, "I've gotta get these soggy things off." She lifted her skirt and pulled her thong down her luscious thighs and past her knees. She lifted first one leg and then the other to get it past her ankles. There she was standing naked under her miniskirt and making sure I knew it. I almost dropped the baby. She held her arms out to take him and placed him in an old-fashioned playpen with some of his toys. "I don't know why I let my husband talk me into wearing those thongs," she said. "They aren't always comfortable, especially where I had my episiotomy. You are familiar with that procedure, aren't you, doctor?" Well, although cardiology is my area of specialization of practice, from my training I knew about the surgical incisions into the perineum and vagina to allow sufficient clearance for childbirth. These usually healed completely and, with good care and hygiene, rarely experienced complications. "My husband says my pussy isn't the same anymore. I don't know whether to believe him or if it's just an excuse to go get some strange. Those things heal up okay, don't they, doctor?" "Almost always," I said. "Here," she said. "Please take a look for me. Tell me if you can see something wrong." And with that she plopped down in a big overstuffed chair, put her heels on the cushion under her butt, spread her knees as far apart as she could, and showed me all the secrets of her womanhood without obstruction. "Would you take a closer look?" she huskily whispered. She was wet. She was red. She was hot. I was stone hard and had leaked enough precum fluid to have made a small wet spot on the front of my scrubs. I decided to go for it. I knelt in front of her. "It looks fine to me," I said, smiling. "No, better than that, it looks wonderful." Then, remembering she was a new mom, I added. "Do you want me to 'kiss it and make it better'?" "Kiss my pussy," she commanded. I didn't need to be asked twice. Kissing, lightly teasing with my tongue, sucking her pussy lips gently into my mouth, I was in pussy heaven. Actually, right after kissing and making out, cunnilingus is my favorite form of foreplay. I spread her pussy lips open with two fingers and tongued her inner depths. "Oh, you do that so good," she moaned. "Don't stop...Don't stop...I'm gonna cum...I need to cum..." I took her swollen clit between my lips and started sucking it into and out of my mouth much the same way she would do my cock if she were giving me a blow job. Her hips were bucking and rocking against my face. She spasmed. She went rigid. Her juices oozed out of her pussy and onto my chin. I kept it up until she collapsed in the chair. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop. I tore at the drawstring of my scrubs and released my poor tortured dick. "Put it in your pussy," I quietly said to her. Melinda grabbed my cock and pulled it toward her opening. I wasted no time burying it to the hilt. Rocking in and out, I slammed into her hot, wet, velvety love canal with a pent-up urgency I'd not known for some time. Revived now, Melinda leaned forward and pushed me flat onto my back. She mounted me and started fucking me vociferously. She pressed down with each stroke, rubbing her clit on my dick and mashing it against her pubic bone. She came again, trembling and whimpering and gasping for breath, but never stopped her rapid rhythm of love. I could feel my seed bubbling for release. It felt like it came from up near my lungs. I thought I'd shoot the back off her ass. I don't think I've ever come that hard in my life. Finally spent, she laid down on my chest. The baby was just starting to fuss, but not really cry. She looked up at me. "Better see what he needs," I said. "Yeah, now that I got what I need," she said. I dressed and started for the door. She followed me. She still hadn't put any panties on. "Don't be strangers," she said, slipping me a paper with her phone number on it. "When do you think I might see you again?" "Soon, I hope," I said.