Where else can a teenager go to hang out, without being harassed by her parents or other adults? The mall was it, if you were over sixteen but not yet eighteen. After that, you were able to go to bars, and other fun places. And especially if you were a teen who had blossomed early, and already had a firm set of tits, and a nice round ass to attract attention. There were always lots of other teens to hang with, and some cute guys, and even some older guys, with cars and money.
Christina loved to show off, and especially loved to get attention from older guys, as she fantasized about maybe running off with one of them, and getting away from her parents, who were strict and religious - a bad combination in her opinion.
Christi, as she preferred, had to change when she got to the mall, as her mom would have freaked out if she had seen the slutty outfits that Christi wore at the mall. She had two or three, and each one was designed to show off her hot teen body and make her look a little older than her actual age, which was seventeen. The outfit she had picked for today was perfect for the recent warm weather and was also nice because she could put it on under the clothes she wore for her mother, and then just peel off the outer layer in the mall bathroom, and stash the outer layer in a shopping bag.
So when she got to the mall that Friday afternoon, she went directly to the girls' restroom, and began peeling off her outer layer- the standard white school shirt, and a plaid skirt that reached to her knees. Under her shirt, she had on a stretchy spaghetti strap top, in bright yellow that clung nicely to the firm swells of her teen tits. She wore a thin satin bra underneath, which basically kept her nipples from showing through the thin material of the top.
Her shorts were a pair of ultra-short cutoff jeans, with a ragged edge of denim that just barely covered her little ass. They showed off her long, lean legs, and the firm thighs that ended at the little crease of her butt. The cut-offs were tight, as they were from last year, and a little bit of her flat tummy was visible above the shorts, where the yellow top ended just about even with her navel.
On her feet, she had a pair of dirty red tennis shoes, and she had her curly hair tied into two small pigtails on each side of her head. She liked the look of Christine Young, the little Canadian porn star, and she tried to imitate her look.
So Christi wandered through Macy's and down the long mall hallways, stopping here and there to look into a shop window. Eventually, she wandered into the food court, where she picked up a smoothie, and sat on a bench, sucking down the cool, green drink. She sat with her long legs crossed, showing off for any who walked past.
After a while, she noticed a good-looking older guy, maybe in his fifties, with a little grey in his hair, wearing a black jacket. She decided to follow him, and maybe have a little fun. When he walked into the Abercrombie and Fitch store, she followed, and walked past him, into the men's area. When he got into the area of the men's clothing, in the back of the store, she was already there and was looking up at a rack of shirts that were hung just above her head.
She reached up, standing on tip-toes, and sticking her cute little ass out as she reached. When she grabbed one of the shirts, she let it fall, and with a little shout of “whoops,” she bent over to pick up the shirt, which pulled the denim of her cutoffs deep into the tight crack of her ass. She knew the guy was watching, and so she stayed bent over just a moment too long, letting him have a nice look at her butt. As she stood back up, she reached behind and tugged the edges of the cutoffs, to try and cover her little cheeks, but there was just not much material to pull, and the pale skin of her cheeks was still visible.
She looked at the guy, with a look that she hoped looked both innocent and a little slutty, and said in her little girl voice: “Could you help me put this back?”
"Sure," he said, stepping up and taking the shirt from her, and easily putting it back on the rack. She decided to take it a step further and, as he stepped back from the rack, she slid in front of him, and began to bend over, pretending to look at the shirts on the lower rack. As she did, she let her butt press back, right into the guy's crotch, and he couldn't help but get a bit more aroused as the young tart pressed her ass into his hardening boner.
“Wow|” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, “Did I do that to you? I didn't mean to be such a tease!” And looked back and gave him a big smile, and a little wink.
The guy was interested and had no idea she was only seventeen, so he reached out, grabbed her gently by her hips, and pulled her back harder against his hardening manhood.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Yes, you did girl, and you shouldn't do that if you aren't ready to go a little further.”
She turned and looked up at him, and with total innocence on her face said, “What do you mean by a little further?”
“I think you know,” he whispered directly into her ear, rubbing his stubble against her sensitive earlobe. For good measure, he palmed her little ass cheek in his big hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
His breath in her ear and his big hand on her ass cheek were turning her on, and making her tingle down below, so she let out a sigh, and wiggled her butt against his manhood, letting him know that she did know exactly what he meant.
He grabbed a pair of pants from the rack, took her hand, and said, “Follow me into the dressing room... what's your name babe?”
She followed, and said, “It's Christi-- what's yours?”
“I'm Ted,” he replied, as he walked her toward the large dressing room.
Once inside, Ted reached around and took an ass cheek in both hands and gave Christi a deep kiss, which she responded to instantly, by leaning in and forcing her tongue into his mouth, and reaching up and wrapping her arms around Ted's neck..
“You are a hot one, aren't you, Christi?” he said between kisses, as he felt wetness on his fingers as he massaged the area between her cheeks, and reached a finger against her mound.
“Yeah, dude, I am pretty hot and I want you to do me,” Christi said in a breathy whisper, as she reached down and grabbed his boner through the fabric of his pants. "Think you can handle a horny and hot teen?"
“That would be my pleasure,” said Ted. “But it's a little tight in this dressing room, and I'm concerned that they have security cameras. So let's go back to my place, which is just up the street.”