Pam's attention was attracted by a man who walked by her, holding the arm of an attractive young lady. He was wearing tight, sharp slacks with razor sharp creases and a loose, white shirt. His ass looked fantastic.
"Oh my," Pam said quietly to herself.
What she wouldn't do to get her hands on his lovely, sculpted cheeks. She watched him walk away. He had a broad back to go with his tight ass. She would have bet he had a long, thick cock as well. She turned to Steve who was standing beside her. He hadn't noticed that she was looking at another guy's ass because he was gawking at the huge tits of a young lady walking by on his left. She slapped him on his arm.
"What?" he said.
"Quit staring at her tits," Pam hissed quietly. "You embarrass me."
"But they're so big."
"That doesn't mean she wants you staring at them."
"Then why's she wearing such a tight top?"
Pam shrugged. She didn't know. She dressed like that herself when she wanted guys to look at her. Maybe that woman loved her tits and wanted everyone to know.
"You don't have to embarrass me by staring at her," she said.
"Sorry, Jesus," he said.
They walked on quietly a little further. Pam stopped to look at a stuffed bear in one of the shop windows.
"Isn't that so cute?" she said adoringly.
"Yeah. Real cute," Steve said, looking around with disinterest.
Pam bent at her waist to get a better view of the toy bear. It was big and fluffy and brown with a cute, black nose. She wanted Steve to buy it for her.
She bent a little steeper. Something touched her ass. She almost straightened up, assuming that she had stuck her ass out too far and was blocking the aisle, but then she realized it was a hand on her right cheek, caressing gently. She smiled to herself, pleased that Steve was touching her in such a tender way. Her ass was beautifully outlined in a tight skirt and she was glad she wasn't wearing panties. She looked up at him. He was standing just to her left, looking in the direction of the Toy store. Both of his hands were in his pockets.
Pam looked over her right shoulder as she slowly straightened. Standing beside her was another man, shorter than she was, with a long nose. He was looking in a window off to his right. His hand was on her ass. He looked at her. He was older than Pam realized, maybe in his late thirties. He smiled at her briefly, took his hand away, and walked off. She could still feel the warm sensation of his palm on the cheek of her ass.
"Did you see that?" Pam said.
"See what?"
"That pervert had his hand on my ass."
She was trying to follow him through the crowd, but he was too short and moved too quick. She lost him entirely.
"I can't blame the guy. You have one great looking ass." He stood behind her and put both hands on her ass, one on each cheek. She felt his hard cock brushing against her ass. "Let's get out of here. I'm really horny for you."
"Not yet," Pam said. "I've still got some shopping to do."
Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. It reminded her of a little boy throwing a tantrum.
"Come on, let's go," Pam said.
She took his hand off her ass and pulled him along, deliberately heading in the opposite direction.
For the rest of the day, Steve was terribly intolerant of Pam's shopping. He was obviously anxious to get out of there, and his impatience completely annoyed Pam. Finally, looking through some lingerie she thought might interest him, she had put up with enough and finally agreed to go get something to eat, at least.
They went to one of the restaurants in the mall, the Smiling Irishman, a favorite of Steve's because of the low beer prices. Just before they went in, Steve stopped.
"Here, hold on to this. I'll be right back," Steve said, and handed his varsity jacket to Pam.
"Where are you going?" Pam said.
"I just thought of a CD I want to buy."
"Why do you wait until now?" Pam said, but he was already gone.
Frustrated, she put on the big, heavy jacket. She would wait for him, but she hoped he wasn't going to be too long.
Standing outside the restaurant, in a darkened little grotto outside the door, she checked her face and hair in a mirror on the cigarette machine, then leaned against the wall to read the menu. She was amused at the selection if Mexican/American food at an Irish bar. However, she did like enchiladas and the description of the enchilada on the menu sounded delicious.
She felt Steve behind her, and just in time, too. She was getting hungry. He placed his hand comfortably on her ass.
"I'm starving," Pam said, still examining the menu.
Steve pushed his hips against her from behind, and shoved the ridge of his cock between her buns. His hands pulled her skirt up her thighs a few inches. She pushed her ass out. His cock felt right at home rubbing along the crack of her ass. Pam turned to him, her wide, blue eyes flashing a surprised look to say, "Take me, I'm yours", but it wasn't Steve behind her. It was the short guy who had touched her ass earlier. She almost screamed, but Steve's big hand came down on his shoulder and yanked him away.
"You got some kind of problem?" Steve growled at him in an almost neanderthalic way.
The nerdy looking guy shook his head nervously. His glasses slid down his nose and he hastily shoved them back up.
"Is this the guy that touched your ass before?" Steve asked Pam.
"Yes," Pam said, but she was afraid of what Steve was going to do to the poor guy now that she had accused him.
"You like her ass so much?" he snarled.
The guy looked awfully frightened. He frightened Pam as well.
Steve looked around. He seemed to find what he was looking for, because he grabbed the small guy by his shoulders and started to drag him away.
"Come on," he said to Pam.
She followed him obediently across the hall, past some startled shoppers, down one of the little used hallways where some of the offices were closed and locked up. He found a short, darkened hallway that dead-ended at a doorway and brutally shoved the guy in.
"You like her ass that much, you pervert?" Steve growled again.
His teeth were clenched together and his eyes were almost glowing. The short man was so frightened he couldn't say anything. Steve grabbed Pam roughly and pressed her face-first against the wall.
"Steve, what the hell are you doing?" Pam cried.
Her hands were spread against the wall. Her cheek was pressed against the cold surface and she watched the stranger staring back at them. Somehow she felt pity for him.
"Look at her ass," Steve commanded. "Look at it."
The stranger's eyes went down to her rear. Steve's strong hands were caressing her, roughly squeezing her flesh. Despite her fear and apprehension, Pam was getting turned on in some perverse way. With his foot, Steve kicked her legs apart, like a cop accosting a criminal. His hand slipped up under the bottom of her short, tight skirt and rubbed the inside of her thigh.
"She's got the best ass you'll ever see," Steve growled.
The short stranger was so stunned he could only watch. Pam watched him in return. Steve's hand stroked way up her thigh. She was trembling with fear and excitement and breathing heavy. She had no idea what he was going to do. But she hoped he fucked her. She would prefer that he did that by far over beating the shit out of this poor man staring at her ass.
Steve hooked his fingers under the snug hem of the skirt and slowly pulled it all the way up over her hips.
"Oh yes. Oh yes," Pam whispered.
When the stranger saw that Pam wasn't wearing panties, his eyes practically bugged out of his head. Steve's hands caressed her cheeks again and she closed her eyes.
"You want to fuck her ass, don't you?" Steve barked.
She imagined the stranger helplessly nodding his head. She began to wiggle her ass. She was really getting turned on by all this. She couldn't believe it. This poor jerk was standing only a few feet away, watching it all happen and she was getting turned on by it.
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