Penthouse Uncensored V by Penthouse International Page A

more she shows, the better. I love it, and you better believe she likes showing off as well.
    One day, about two weeks ago, Heather and I took a day off from work and decided to go shopping at a new mall located about ninety miles from our home. We rose at six in the morning to make the one-and-a-half-hour drive. When Heather came into the kitchen that morning my dick immediately sprang to attention. She had on a tight semitransparent top through which I could clearly make out the outlines of her large nipples. She also wore a black, pleated miniskirt. Her long, slender well-tanned legs were bare. Her outfit was topped off by a pair of three-inch high heels.
    The moment I saw her, I wanted to lay her on the table and bury my face in her sweet pussy; but the day was young, and her outfit (as well as the mischievous twinkle in her eyes) told me to wait and see what the day would bring.
    We arrived at the mall just as it was opening for business. After about half an hour of window shopping, we bought some coffee and seated ourselves on a bench near the top of a spiral staircase. I soon noticed that Heather had not chosen our bench at random: anyone coming up the stairs had only to glance slightly upward to see her lovely legs. Soon a well-built man with a mustache started to ascend the stairs. When Heather spotted him she slowly uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. This caught the man’s eyes instantly.
    Pretending she was looking over her shoulder at a store window, Heather seductively spread her legs once more, giving the young stranger an unobstructed view up her skirt at (I assumed) her customary lace panties. At this point our young voyeur tripped and nearly fell down the stairs. Watching his reaction made me hard as stone.
    After teasing a few more passers-by, we got up and continued our stroll through the mall. As we walked hand in hand, Heather turned to me and asked if I had enjoyed the show so far. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and briefly placed her hand on the raging hard-on hidden in my jeans. “Judge for yourself,” I said.
    Our next stop was a shoe store. Stopping in front of the store, Heather pointed out a good-looking young man helping an older gentleman try on shoes. With a twinkle in her eye, she announced that I too needed a new pair of shoes. I entered the store alone while Heather went to the bathroom to freshen up.
    The young salesman, whose name was Ross, was quite helpful. I had been trying on shoes for about ten minutes when Heather waltzed in looking incredibly sexy. She sat in a chair directly across from me. Spotting her, Ross dropped me like a hot potato and instantly turned to help her. Looking at Heather, I couldn’t really blame him.
    She told him she would like to try on a pair of red heels. Ross looked at me and I told him to go ahead and wait on the young lady since I was really in no hurry. Ross turned back to Heather, gently raised her foot up onto his stool and removed her shoe. As he did so, Heather let her thighs fall slightly apart. It was only then that I discovered that Heather had not worn her usual panties. She was wearing a pair of hot-pink crotchless panties with black, lace trim. Ross froze as he caught sight of my wife’s beautiful pussy. Then, without a word, he rose to retrieve a new pair of heels. When he returned, he again placed her foot on his stool.
    Leaning back in her chair, her nipples taut against her tight top, Heather once more spread her legs for all to see. Her pussy— which she keeps shaved clean from the top of her pussy-lips all the way to her asshole—was cherry red from excitement. The lips were full and succulent, and her love juice glistened as it flowed down to her asshole. It was the most unbelievably sexy thing I have ever witnessed, period.
    I was more turned on than I ever imagined possible, and I imagine the same was true for Ross. He looked over at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. Since we were the only three people in the store and I had