Letting out a deep sigh to herself, Vivian realises that perhaps her ditzy sister forgot to tell you about the planned shopping trip. Or perhaps Trish ended up changing her plans so that you were going with her.
Shifting her position on the surprisingly bumpy bench, she begins to think about what she should do now that her nephew isn't going with her. To you, her movements feel as if she is purposely grinding herself back and forth. Her weight coupled with the days heat makes you begin to glue to her pants as her warmth bleeds through her tight outfit.
Your aunt, decidedly bored from being stood up by her own nephew, reaches down with her right hand and grabs her phone from her leather purse. Bringing it up to her face she begins tapping away as she begins looking through the potential stores she could visit. Unwilling to take the effort of just walking around until something grabs her attention.
Looking through the malls various stores, she eventually decides that perhaps it would be best to get some new articles of clothing.
As she stands up you find yourself firmly glued to her backside. Your features blended to make you appear as if your aunt is wearing a comedy pair of pants, desgined to imitate her having sat on a cartoonish figure.
She she walks you feel yourself jiggle as her cheeks sway with every movement. Unable to see anything besides black leather, you do not notice the various people your aunt strolls by that stop and stare at her backside. A pair of high school girls loudly giggle and snap a picture of the ladies humorous pants, something that would have caused you great embarrassment should you have known. While another group consisting of women similar in age to your aunt also stared and muttered to themselves. Blocking their mouths to hide their mirth as they wondered where to buy a pair of pants like hers.
The swaying of your aunts hips make cause you minor discomfort, but your prior experience from being in such a position help alleviate the motion sickness. Forced to smell the leather and your unwitting aunt, you notice a sweet smell of something you cannot place. It seems that she had put on some perfume before arriving at the mall. But unfortunately the smell has begun to be mixed with her sweat, and you only hope that you will be freed before it's sweetness is drowned entirely by the salty scent.
Meanwhile your aunt was mindlessly flicking through her phone as she walked towards her destination. The day was surprisingly hot even within the mall, causing her to sweat. A fact that made her desperately wish to have a shower to free herself from the sticky feeling. But since she came all this way she wants to at least return home with something.
Her heels stop their clacking on the floor as she looks away from her phone and identifies the store. Since her nephew isn't here, she decided to visit a more 'adult' store than what she was planning for. One where she can purchase her favourite brand of underwear that she shamelessly likes to flaunt whenever she goes out.
Dropping her phone into her purse she enters the store and immediately heads for the underwear section, picking up various garments that she thinks may suit her. Having collected a sizeable pile in her hands she moves towards the changing room at the back of the store. Entering one of the open stalls she closes the red curtain and dumps the clothing pile on to the small bench bolted to the floor.
Satisfied, she begins to strip free of her outfit, kicking off her heels and beginning to pull down her pants. However, the tightness of her leather pants causes her some trouble. Making her accidentally fall back into the pile of clothing as she tried to force her legs out. Deciding that this positioned helped her, she used the bench as support as she managed to finally wiggle herself free of her pants and drop them on the carpeted floor.
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