The adventures of Angelique Chapter 1
Tired of watching the TV alone, I turned it off. I was bored. My husband was working as usual, so it was then that I decided a shopping trip was just what I needed, even without my credit cards, I could just look...
After my bath I dressed for the occasion. I chose my white thigh-highs, short white skirt, matching high heels and see-thru panties. Complementing my make up and long black tresses, I was ready.
Arriving at the mall I made my way towards the shoe store, pretending not to notice the stares of the men as I passed. I laughed when one who was staring was suddenly jabbed in the ribs by his overweight wife, Oh my naughty thoughts...
Believe me I was amused when I entered the shoe store and two-college type jock salesmen started arguing over who would serve me. The winner knelt at my feet smiling I let him measure my (stocking) foot although I knew my size of course.
Within minutes I had boxes of shoes (pumps) spread out all around me. The good looking jock eager to please, kneeling at my feet. Then I parted my legs a little. I loved his expression. The other one must have noticed the view because suddenly I had both of them kneeling before me. it was like I was the only customer in the store, in which I wasn't. The other two cow's expressions were not as appreciative.
After toying and trying on a dozen pair I left, leaving them with aching hard ons. I'm sure, and headed for my favorite jewelry store.
At the jewelry store I spotted a long strand of pearls, that were very expensive. I'm not sure why, maybe it had to do with my husband taking my credit cards away, but I thought no one was watching so I slipped them into my panties. Mind you I have never stole anything in my life... I just did.
As I was walking toward the door I was suddenly seized by my arm by this large (good-looking) security guard in uniform.
"You will need to come with me miss."
Well my heart just sank. "Why?" I managed to stammer.
Being the strong silent type he just escorted me to the rear office. Once there he shut the door and led me over to a monitor in which he quietly rewound the videotape. Then I saw myself as plain as day stashing the pearls.
I could hardly breathe.
"I'll need to have the evidence." He commanded.
My mouth fell open but I couldn't speak. Suddenly he seized me and handcuffed my hands behind my back, then lifted me up on a large table. The force of this hiked up by skirt and there I lay exposing my see-thru panties and the pearls clearly visible.
"Am I under arrest?" I asked innocently.
"That all depends on if you resist me." He said never taking his eyes off the evidence.
How could I resist when I was cuffed and he was twice my size? Then he smiled and slowly began pulling my panties down and off.
Oh my God, the pearls had worked there way up into my now wet pussy. Only a small strand was visible.
Next thing I knew he had a camera. He said he needed proof of the crime. For some reason we both were breathing heavily.
"Stop!" I tried. "Please."
He put down the camera and bent down, still breathing heavy and began, slowly, to pull the pearls out.
"No, please don't." I begged. About ready to explode.
"You were caught committing a crime. I have no mercy for you." He informed me.
