Her pleated white skirt swirled about her exquisite thighs as she walked, her pale pink blouse an attractive compliment. The pink high heels emphasized the length of her legs, and her rounded ass looked mouth-watering.

She tried to tell herself no decent girl, no decent woman, no decent mother, would have such thoughts – but the wild, wicked thoughts and images were always there. She had never thought of herself as a voyeur, but her mind was like a window through which she watched strangers fucking and doing exciting things to each other.

She stopped to look at a display of spring fashions, frowning at the colors, wondering what sort of crazy designer came up with such bland colors.

A sudden lurch of spreading, tingling heat swept through her crotch, and her clit began to throb in a gentle, aching way. It was quite swollen now. She could feel the tip of her clit pressing at her panties. Her cunt was very moist now, and she could feel her inner thighs becoming slippery. When Lisa was aroused, her pussy became very, very wet.

The heat between her thighs was becoming intense. She started looking frantically for a restroom. It had never been this bad before. Usually she could wait until she got home, but not now.

She walked swiftly, searching, almost ready to burst in tears because of her torment.

She found the restrooms at the far end of the mall, and she rushed into the women's room. Two sinks were along one wall, with two closed stalls opposite. She rushed into a stall, closing and locking the door.

Almost feverishly, she yanked her white skirt to her waist, pushing her bikini panties to her knees and sitting down on the toilet. Her hand moved through the softness of her thick pussy hair as she leaned back. Her finger touched her cunt, finding it swollen and hot.