We tried something a little different over the holidays this year...
One evening, during the holiday shopping rush, he took me to the mall. Neither of us was shopping for gifts, however. We had something else in mind.
Before we left home, I put on heels and a dress that buttons all the way down the front, and he carefully tied my elbows behind my back. I could bring my elbows almost all the way forward alongside my body, but the rope was just short enough to keep me from reaching the buttons of my dress with my fingertips. Naturally, I wore nothing at all under the dress. He draped my overcoat over my shoulders to hide the rope across my back, spun me around to check my look, and led me to the garage. Having my elbows pulled back behind me a little made my back bow and my breasts stand out more, and that seemed to please him thoroughly.
The ride to the mall was a little uncomfortable, but not too bad. He had to put on and take off my seatbelt for me, but shortly we arrived at the mall complex. The walk from the car to the buildings was a challenge; I gripped the sides of the overcoat with my hands and held it closed as best I could in the wind, but the icy air still swirled up my dress and froze my bare skin. Had it not been for the rope, I'd have had my arms in the coat sleeves and cinched up the coat, but it would have looked a little odd to have the coat buttoned up around me with the sleeves flapping empty.
Once inside, he straightened my coat and we walked into the crowd. The effect he was going for was to have me look as if I were casually strolling along with my coat draped over my shoulders and my arms swinging loosely at my sides. It didn't quite work out that way, though - if he let my elbows come far enough forward to let my arms look naturally relaxed, I could reach my buttons, and that wasn't part of the game. So, after a little experimentation, I figured out a pose that looked reasonable, lifting my hands a little around my hips so that it didn't look like I was being led along in handcuffs. People pretty much see what they expect to see, especially in a crowded, noisy environment like a crowded mall. My hands were free and visible, and if my back was bowed a little and I clicked along in heels with my breasts thrust forward, well, what's wrong with that? We attracted no undue attention as we strolled along in the crowd.
"Comfortable?" he asked. I nodded.
"Lighten up," he murmured. "We're holiday shoppers, carefree, and all that, remember. You look tense."
I shook my head and grinned. He was right - I was focused on the faces of everyone around me, intent on worrying about whether they could tell I was naked under the dress and whether they knew I was tied. I knew for one thing that my nipples were rock-hard from the chill; it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to conclude that I was either braless or wearing only the sheerest of lingerie. I took a deep breath to clear my head and smiled back at him.
"Kiss me!" He did, quickly but deeply, draping his arm across my shoulders. I smiled and we continued on, the very picture of the happy holiday couple.
After a little window-shopping, I finally got warmed up and the flush left my face. I also relaxed into the game, not worrying so much about whether everyone in the mall knew what I was up to. It really is interesting to watch crowds - when there are a lot of people in a relatively small space, you can tell that people are concentrating solely on getting to their destinations and avoiding the people in their way. He guided me through the throng, not hurrying or dawdling, just going with the flow.
As we admired a Christmas tree in a niche by the escalators, he reached up, caressed my face, and kissed me tenderly. When I turned into him and leaned closer, he slipped his hand down along my throat, thrilling me. With another deep kiss, I moaned and closed my eyes, and his hand dipped lower. In a split second, it seemed, he unbuttoned the top buttons of my dress, flipping the edges apart to show my cleavage. When he stepped back, grinning, I looked down, startled that he had managed to get that many buttons open that quickly.
"That's better," he said softly. "Let's walk some more." My nipples jumped to attention again, and I was again convinced that everyone around me was staring at me, but I followed him back into the thick of the crowd. I concentrated on the "shopping couple" image to try to control the blush I knew was giving me away. As we looked in store windows and saw our reflection, I had an impish thought. With a wink, I walked to a side hallway, beckoning with a toss of my head.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I'd do this myself, but I can't reach. Reach inside the dress and lift my tits one at a time, up and toward the center. You'll like the result."
I turned my back on the crowd, and his eyebrow went up as he got the idea. After a couple of quick adjustments, the top of my dress gaped even wider, extra cloth bunched below the curve of my breasts and propping up an even more impressive display of cleavage. As we walked back into the crowd, I noticed a lot more jiggling going on - I turned to him and grinned broadly. While the dress wasn't skin-tight across my upper belly, it was snug enough to give me a sort of foundation for my shelf.
Our next stroll through the crowd brought a few curious looks; even though I discounted most of my suspicions, there were a few people giving me frank stares as I tiptoed my high heels past them and jiggled breasts at their faces. During one of our full-body-press kisses, I felt his erection through his slacks and clucked my tongue at him.
"You can't walk through the mall sporting a huge woody like that! What will people think?" He actually blushed, started to look down, and then caught himself. I don't think he realized the state he was in. He stuck his hands in his pockets to tent the front of his pants and hide the evidence, then arched an eyebrow at me.
"At least I can hide my arousal! You're pretty well stuck, my dear!" With that, he reached up and cupped a breast, tweaking my nipple hard right in the middle of the crowd. I gasped, but he was right - he could do with me as he wished, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. To drive the point home, he led me a few more steps and then brazenly tweaked the other nipple erect, right in front of an older couple walking arm-in-arm. Their eyes widened, and then the crowd swept us apart.
I licked my lips, and my eyes dilated. He noticed, chuckling.
"Come with me," he whispered, heading toward a dress shop.
He led me into the shop and between a couple of closely-spaced racks, then dropped his keys on the floor. With a "Woops!", he squatted down to retrieve them, left hand going for the keys and right hand making a beeline for my lower buttons. Again, I was amazed at his dexterity - in just a few seconds, he had my dress unbuttoned halfway up my thighs.
As he turned dresses on the rack this way and that, I nodded in approval. I knew there were security cameras all over the store (and all over the mall itself, including the parking lots, for that matter), and so I played the part for all it was worth. He drew closer, and then a particular dress seemed to catch his eye. He leaned in to read the tag, and I felt his other hand catch up the front of my dress and start gathering the material. I stifled the urge to look around in panic, and in a second or two his warm fingers were curling around my bare crotch. With a wiggle, he opened me with his middle finger and slipped inside.
"What do you think of this one, baby?" he asked as he burrowed deeper. I struggled to speak.
"It's - it's nice," I finally stammered. He squeezed me with his whole hand, and my knees went weak. "I think it's pretty!" After a few quick flicks of my clit, he withdrew his hand and stepped back. We casually made our way out of the store, and it was all I could do to walk a straight line without wobbling.
As we walked along looking at the other shop windows, he eyed me critically. At my frown, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
"Open up your stride a little bit - show off those legs some more, hm? Or, if you like, I can just undo a dozen more buttons...."
I had frankly forgotten about his magic trick with the dropped keys; at the next window, I blushed to see my dress flapping open from mid-thigh down. I grinned back at him wickedly, though, and took longer steps. The swish of cloth and swirl of air between my thighs turned me on, and he didn't have to tweak me to bring out the best of my breasts. After a quick mental review of the mall layout, I took off in a new direction.
"Where are you going?" he hissed in my ear.
"You'll see!" I led him to the foot of the escalator, and a smile appeared on his face. "You stay right here - I'll be back in a few minutes." He shook his head quizzically, but stayed put. He thought he was going to ride up a few steps below me, I guess.
I got on the escalator sideways, bracing myself with one hand, looking round and round over the heads of the crowd as if I were searching for something. I put my foot up on the next step, shivering slightly as my dress fell open, and rode the escalator all the way to the top that way. The knot of teenage girls below me on the steps spent the whole ride giggling to each other, but they were so caught up in their conversation I don't think they even registered my presence.
At the top of the escalator, I turned right, not left. I could see him down below with his hands in his pockets again, wondering why I had not stepped across to the down escalator right away. I stayed by the balcony edge and casually worked my way around, and finally the light dawned downstairs - the balcony rail was glass, and I stopped every few feet to belly up to the rail and look around, putting a foot up on the rail.
He was really funny to watch; he dared not just plant himself in one spot and gape up my dress from the lower level, but he didn't want to miss anything, either. He fidgeted, shuffled around, tried to appear casual, but still spent many long seconds breathing harder and keeping his hands in his pockets as I worked around the balcony's edge.
For me, it was a heady combination of fear and arousal. I was out of his arms' reach, arms tied and breasts on jiggling display, showing off my thighs to the people inches away as well as everyone on the lower level. If someone decided to take my coat, I knew I probably couldn't stop them - and then, as the crowd realized my condition, I knew I could not stop anyone who wanted to from touching me, exposing me, fingering me. I felt flushed and excited, and I started deliberately making brief eye contact with everyone who turned my way. I wet my lips and parted them, feeling a warm flush spread across my chest and neck, and I knew without even needing to check that I was soaking wet. Just before I stepped onto the down escalator and headed back to safety, I pretended to stumble slightly and pressed my breasts into the back of the man in front of me, then mumbled my apologies.
