You’re enjoying a nice afternoon of shopping at some of your favorite stores. The mall is an outdoor one and it is a sunny, if slightly cool, day. You’re wearing a sweater with some denim shorts.

You had just left a jewelry store where you’d been admiring a necklace with a heavy, solid piece of gold that hung low on your chest. You thank the salesperson and hand it back, noticing for the fourth time the man standing nearby.

You actually noticed him several stores ago. He’s wearing a mask, though that isn’t uncommon here and many people still do, but his dark glasses and hat almost make him stand out. Almost. He’s also dressed unremarkably enough that you barely even registered him until now.

Now that you’ve noticed him, he stands out everywhere you go. At a kiosk where you’re looking at scarves, looking at handbags in a boutique - he’s either in the store or just outside of it each time. You don’t catch him looking at you, but you still get the feeling he’s been following you.

Your final stop is a relatively large department store. You peruse various departments until finally you have a small selection of items you want to try on. You go to the changing rooms and find that it is relatively busy with only one open stall.

You enter the stall and try on your first outfit - a short sundress you hoped to wear to a garden party the coming weekend. Liking the fit, you decide to check with the dressing room attendant to see about returning the other items, only to find the station empty. You turn to go back into the stall when you feel a cold hardness against your neck and hear the a masculine voice say in a low, but forceful tone “Don’t make any noise.” Just that, no threat beyond the metal at your throat. You can’t see the intruder, but you feel his large presence at your back.

You are gently pushed into the stall and you hear the door close. The mirror is on the door, so you still have no idea who it is, but you suspect it is the man that has been trailing you all day. Your view is suddenly blanked out as something is tied around your head, covering your eyes but leaving your nose and mouth free.

Next, you feel a hand reaching under the hem of the dress. The hand stops where your panties would be. The hand around your neck slides down the front of the dress confirming that you also have no bra on and, as such, the dress is the only clothing besides your sandals on your body.

The first hand continues to snake around your thigh, over your hip, and lightly brushes against your lips. Meanwhile the hand on your breasts grabs slightly tighter, almost making you gasp.

You are roughly pushed up against the back wall. You feel the bulk of the man behind you pressing you against the surface. The hand on your breasts grabs your arms one-by-one and with both of your tiny wrists in one manly hand, your arms are pulled above your head and pinned there.

All the while, the other hand has been touching your rapidly moistening vulva. The hand is suddenly removed and you hear the man inhale slowly and you can tell he is smelling your musk on his fingers. He knows how turned on your are now.

You feel his hips pull back from you, increasing the pressure on your still-pinned wrists. You hear and feel him undoing his belt. Then his fly. Finally, you feel him shimmy his trousers down and there is a light smack on your ass as his cock is released.

You feel his manhood slip between your thighs and the tip brush up against your mound. He begins lightly thrusting, placing his hand back on your hip and guiding you to move with him. Each time he moves, his head rubs the entire length of your lips, teasing at your clit.

After a few moments, his angle changes as he pulls back, and the next forward thrust pushes him into you. Slowly, at first, he works it in and out going a little deeper each time. The pace quickens faster than you can track, and at this point his slamming into you quite hard. The only thing keeping the people nearby ignorant is the muffling the clothes are providing and the music in the store.

Soon, you can sense his orgasm approach, and you find yours is nearly upon you as well. His urgency has increased, and the hand holding your hip has slipped around and is now rubbing your clit. His face is now pressed up against yours cheek-to-cheek. Your lips are almost touching, and you can feel his breath tighten as he gasps. He makes a noise like a low growl, which sets you off at the same time you feel him push in and hold. You feel his pulsing release inside you as your ride a wave of carnal pleasure with him.

Suddenly you collapse to your knees as he releases his hold on you. As you catch your breath, you don’t even notice that he has left. You pull off what he had tied on your head to discover the scarf you’d looked at earlier, and as you look around you see that what you thought was a knife at your neck was, instead, the necklace you’d admired earlier has been left on the floor next to a new handbag that you’d also been looking at.

You put yourself together, gather your new things, and stand up. You feel some of your combined juices begin to leak out of you onto your thighs and do your best to mop those up with your sweater.

You go to the checkout counter and pay for the dress, insisting that you wear it out given the lovely day.

You leave the store and make your way to your car. You walk around to the passenger side and get in.

“Thank you for my presents, daddy, but you’re going to have to clean my sweater for me.”