Mall Matchup by NaughtyThotyWithABody
Discover the tantalizing world of 'Mall Matchup' by NaughtyThotyWithABody—a steamy erotic sex story that explores unexpected encounters and seductive thrills in a bustling mall. Dive into this passionate adventure and indulge your fantasies today!This is a true story. That’s what makes it so hot. Also, my first time writing here, so you know, be gentle. , On Saturday, we went to the mall. Her birthday was soon approaching, and I made it a point to try to bring her to some of her favorite stores, to “scope things out” so to speak. She would pick things out, make some comment. And I, stealthily, would make note. And return later. It was also the first warm day. I was excited to leave my jacket out in the car, so I could show off my arms. I’d spent the winter at the gym, and was seeing some pretty sick results. My biceps were thicker, and my shoulders were actually showing some definition. It may sound strange, but I wanted the mall shoppers to see. I’ve always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. My girlfriend didn’t share this; in fact, she was a bit of a prude. Just before driving over here, I’d been jacking off in the bedroom, and she’d caught me. She laughed and told me to get dressed, completely denying my requests for a blowjob. So, I was also feeling, let’s say, pent up, and ready for some action.
So, that’s where we were at when she decided to look into her favorite jewelry store. I was looking for birthday gifts, but this was too expensive for my tastes, so I told her to go by herself, while I want to the “Dude Zone” (our inside joke for the video game store, she hates video games). And, truth be told, I did go there… but it wasn’t Switch games I was shopping for. In the back corner, where I knew no one was looking, was where I made my move. I pulled out my cell phone, navigated to the secret folder, and clicked on the orange shield. Grindr. It felt like a well-worn pair of shoes. I’d spent many hours flipping through profiles on this thing, and today, I was determined to sneak away to… connect with someone. I’d even resolved myself to lowered standards, like when you check the kitchen drawers for the third time, accepting that there’s nothing good, so you’ll eat anything. Grindr was like that sometimes. Nothing great, so you settle. This time, however, I was in luck.
The very first profile. A green dot indicating “online”, and best of all: “94 feet away”. Or, I should say, what was really best of all was the picture. He was 1. black, 2. my age, and 3. fucking fine as all hell. Smooth skin, a thin, well-trimmed beard, and a perfect smile. I began to thing this must be one of those bot accounts. The profile pic looked like a model, which isn’t a good sign. But I thought, might as well, right? I shot off a message, a quick, “Hey, what’s up?” and checked his bio while I waited.
Name: “SandyCheeks4…” and then an up and down arrow emoji, the symbol for verse. Bio was simple: “Looking for NSAfun at mall on Saturday.” The usual green flags were all there as well: Negative status, looking for now, and single. Maybe that’s hypocritical of me, but I only liked hooking up with single or open relationship guys. One complication is hard enough to deal with, you know. Anyway, seeing as how everything seemed great with this dude, I went back to the messages and did the thing that always made me nervous… I sent a face pic.
Almost immediately, a response popped up. “Cute.” And than, seconds later, “Looking?” And, “[MALL NAME REDACTED]?” Instantly, I began shaking, a strange fight or flight response that I fell into in situations like this. I was nervous, and exhilarated. This was the riskiest thing I’d ever done, and I was already hard thinking about it.
“Yes, u?” I replied. He said he was, and was super horny, could we meet up somewhere? I popped a breath mint, a way to calm my nerves, and told him I’d be in the nearby bathroom for the next 5 minutes. As much time had already gone by, so I didn’t have long before my unsuspecting girlfriend left her hunting grounds. It was a little awkward leaving the Dude Zone without buying anything after standing around for a few minutes, but no one was paying attention. I stepped into the bathroom, checked that the stalls were empty, and entered the furthest one, the handicap one. It was largest, and sunk in compared to the others, offering the most privacy.
I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the bathroom door open. My heart was racing. Footsteps approaching the stalls. I was too cold to sweat, my blood had turned to ice. Shoes appearing outside my stall. I gulped, but swallowed nothing. My phone buzzed. A message from Sandy. “I’m here.” I gently opened the door.
There he was. He looked exactly like he did in his profile. You’d think it was taken today. “Hey” he said.
I didn’t respond. Nerves. Instead I stepped back and held the door open. Sandy grinned and stepped inside. The door was locked behind him, and there we were, standing inches from each other.
“So, you come here often?” He asked to break the ice. I laughed breathily.
“Ha, yeah, I’m here sometimes.” I wasn’t very good at this. Fortunately, Sandy wasn’t here for small talk.
“You want to go first?” He said, reaching for his crotch. I looked down and saw that he had a bulge already, like me. I grinned and reached for him, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him in for a kiss.
There was something electric about two men kissing. Maybe it was the taboo of it, or maybe I was more gay than I thought. But Sandy’s lips were perfect: soft, and full. I gave him my tongue, and began licking his teeth, while my hands explored his body. Already, I was in slut mode, and I wanted this guy inside me. Sandy groaned, and I grabbed his belt, trying to undo it. Ultimately, I was unsuccessful, but he reached out and did it himself. I was able to get his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, all while making out with this stranger. This wasn’t my first rodeo. It was safer to leave as many clothes on as possible, so his pants stayed on. But, I did give them a little tug so the waistline was below his dick. His boxers were purple, and at this point, I broke away from the kiss to get in my proper place: on my knees in front of this man.
Here, the bulge of his dick was more defined. I could almost see it, it was that pronounced. But an implication, in this context, is rarely as good as the real thing, so the moment arrived. I reached into his boxers, and grabbed his dick.
This was always my favorite part. He was stiff, and thick. Thicker than me, and I wasn’t too small either. Still, we wouldn’t get much done through the boxers, so I pulled out his black cock and took a good, long look. It was magnificent, like made out of a cast. It was almost a dildo, with it’s perfect shape, sliiiiight curve, and one vein running along it. I could feel my own cock pressing angrily against my pants, but that would have to wait. I had work to do.
I began stroking it. The benefit of being a guy fooling around with guys is knowing what everything feels like. I always preferred some ramp up to the action, so, a handjob was in order. Sand seemed to be into it, grinning and looking down at me. My hand gripped his member, not yet hard as it could be, as I worked him back and forth. After a few pumps, I used my other hand to play with his balls. The balls went often unappreciated, I felt, and they were a perfectly sexy part of the equation. I tried to include them in as much of my sex play as I could, providing the guy would let me.