“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” Abby thought to herself. “I guess a bet is a bet. I’d never live this down if I don’t follow through. Better get this started.”

Standing just under five and a half feet tall, Abby’s curly blonde hair and athletic build made her something exceptional to behold. Her “C” cup breasts were still very perky with youth and her gym schedule kept her legs shapely and her bottom round and firm. Complimented by today’s attire, she was sure to turn some heads.

“I should have known better than to bet against him when it comes to card games. He’s such a shark.” What started out as a friendly game with some drinks on a Friday night quickly grew into a competitive, head-to-head event with some heavy stakes on the line. Had Abby won, he would have had a choice, he could either order pizza and meet the delivery person at the door, naked, with an erection or open a webcam and masturbate to completion on his face for anyone to see. “I’ll have to keep those in my mind for the next time we place bets.” For Abby, her loss meant some exhibition as well. She was no stranger to being exposed, but this will be very deliberate and very sexual in nature. Wearing very little, Abby would have to go somewhere where there is plenty of pedestrian traffic, catch the eye of someone, and put on a very explicit show.

A white button-down shirt, a red plaid miniskirt, and a pair of strappy heels are all that adorned her youthful figure. The pointed bumps on her chest gave away that nothing lay between her cotton shirt and her supple skin. It was safe to assume her bottom half shared the same single layer. The blushing in her cheeks gave away that the cool breeze was caressing her underside.

For today’s bet payout, the mall food court was chosen for the location. At their local shopping mall, the food court had a side dining area that was a little more secluded and only had a handful of tables. Depending on the time of the day, that dining room was seldom occupied, perfect to catch a lone diner and give them a show.

Abby arrived at the mall as soon as it opened. There were very few people at the mall so early but walking through the halls in next to nothing was exciting. She could feel her skirt moving around as she walked. It was light and airy and the movement of her legs and the air as she walked made the bottom flutter in step. The building anticipation grew in her belly and radiated towards her loins. She could feel the chill of air moving past the moisture already seeping from between her labia. Her pace quickened and finally, Abby arrived in the small dining room. She chose a table that faced the room putting her back towards the only entrance and the rest of the dining area outside. Abby pulled a book from her purse and started the waiting game.

It wasn’t too long before someone showed up. It was a young man who looked like he just rolled out of bed. He had a messenger bag with him and after he sat he pulled out a few textbooks and notebooks. It became clear he was in college and was using the free WIFI in the food court. He was the perfect “victim” of today’s events.

With slow movements, Abby undid the top button on her shirt. The fleshy valley between her two firm peaks poked out from her top. Glancing back at the guy she saw he hadn’t noticed. Abby continued. Button after button was undone until she was unbuttoned down to her navel, the shirt clinging to her erect nipples. A lot was on display. The man still hadn’t noticed. Abby scooted her chair back causing a loud scraping sound to resonate in the small room. This had caught his attention and Abby pretended not to notice his gaze. She leaned back into her chair and stretched her arms high over her head, lifting her already pert breasts even higher. From this position, she extended her arms out to the side in a large arcing motion. This had the effect she hoped for. With the man’s eyes locked on her, her stretch pulled her shirt to the sides and left her chest on full display. Abby turned to look him in the face and caught his mouth agape as he stared. She brought a hand up to cup one breast and gently pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. There was no doubt to him that this sight was no accident. He looked up to meet her gaze, she licked her lips.

From her vantage point, Abby could see the man’s lap just under the edge of his table. The visuals she was giving him were already having a profound physical effect. She could see the strength of his pants being tested by the mighty events taking place beneath the surface. This emboldened Abby to continue. Both hands now were massaging and kneading her breasts. She took a nipple in each hand and pinched them firmly. She pulled her hands from her body, stretching the soft pink flesh, and began to shake her tits up and down. The pain could be seen on her face accompanied by lust and desire.

The man still hadn’t uttered a word. Now, leaning back, he settled in to see where the show would go. The tent under his fly grew more strained.

Abby turned so that she was facing the man directly. She locked eyes with him again and then using her gaze directed him down to follow her hand. It had left its activity on her chest and gently caressed her stomach on its way down her body. Just before her hand completed its journey, Abby let her legs fall wide. There, between her toned thighs sat a plump, hairless mound. The vertical crease glistened with her secretions as her arousal quickly increased. Her hand, now resting in her lap, grasped the hemline of her skirt and pulled it back revealing everything to the lucky onlooker. Scooting her hips forward, Abby perched her round ass on the edge of her seat and leaned back leaving her breasts pointing to the ceiling, gently heaving from her excited breath. In this position, everything she had was exposed to the light and clearly visible. The hand still on her breasts continued to pinch, pull, and tug while the other landed on her pudenda. She palmed her fleshy labia and spread her wetness all over. Slipping two fingers between the smooth lobes, Abby spread her fat lips wide open revealing her shiny, pink folds and the entrance to her honeypot. A fresh dollop of nectar formed on the rim of her opening before spilling over and running down between her cheeks.

Seeing this strange woman exhibit herself to him for no reason was more than he could handle. The man undid his belt, the button, and unzipped his fly. Quickly, he pulled his throbbing member out from under his boxers. Beads of clear precum welled up on his swollen helmet before cascading down the side and dropping from the ridge of his glans. His eyes never left her and now he was slowly pumping his rod.

Abby grew more excited seeing his cock in his hand. She brought both hands to her lap. She continued to spread herself open as the other hand rubbed and circled the pearl poking from beneath its hood. Touching it after the building of arousal sent an electric pulse through her body. She trembled at the first touch. Between the sudden direct stimulation and seeing the man stroking himself to her, Abby needed to take the next step. She plunged two fingers deep inside her needy pussy. Instantly, her hands were dripping with her juices. The buildup had taken her closer to climax than she realized, and her fingers pushed her to the brink. Feeling the inevitable so close she slipped her other two fingers inside, stretching her wide open. Abby had never used so many fingers, but the moment carried her away and the sting was exciting. Just a few seconds later the stimulus took over and sent her into a shuddering, convulsing orgasm. It felt like forever before her body began to relax and she sunk back into her chair.

Only then did she remember that there was another participant in the day’s events. She looked back at the man who was excitedly pumping up and down on his cock. She saw in his eyes that he was getting close and with a white-knuckled grip, thick ropes of creamy cum spurted from his head landing in globs on his books and notes. It took a second, but when he realized he had finished on his supplies he frantically attempted to clean the mess. When he looked back up, the woman was gone.

“Who was the real winner?” she thought as she walked through the halls back to the parking lot. “That was incredibly fun. Maybe I’ll be losing these bets more often…”