Top 2 Mall Sightings of 2015

While 2015 was an above-average year for random sightings for me, it was a below-average year for mall sightings, as evidenced by the fact that I have only two entries worthy of end-of-year acclaim to report this year.  There were hints of greatness with several additional sightings that would almost certainly have gotten writeups if the sightings had lasted more than 10 seconds or consisted of more than seeing a gorgeous girl driving out of the mall lot with cigarette in hand.  But mall sightings are all about good timing and having girls willing to be seen smoking publicly outside of malls, which is becoming more rare with the social stigma of being smoking publicly anywhere nowadays.  With that said, the two sightings that both made the cut this are outstanding, featuring a returning favorite mall employee in one sighting and my best mall sighting in three years in the next….
#2.  Last year’s second best mall sighting returns as the runner-up this year, an employee of a tattoo parlor in the Des Moines area’s oldest and most user-friendly mall who is nonetheless as wholesome-looking as a college-aged girl can be save for her ferocious and insatiable addiction to nicotine.   I was already having a good day fetishing at this mall one Saturday last March, having already seen the tattoo shop girl was working and appeared to have an attractive teen coworker I’d never seen before working with her.  With that in mind, I made sure I was covering her usual smoking spot more frequently than usual in my exploratory pattern.  It paid off when I stepped out the entryway and saw the tanned dark blond beauty coming outside to smoke in the company of two tatted-up mid-20s guys who also work at the tattoo shop and were going out to smoke with her a lot in 2015, which is a mixed blessing as it keeps her more distracted and thus easier to stalk.

Unfortunately the fourth member of the party was….the other teen girl from the tattoo shop, an impossibly adorable 18ish brunette who had just started working there….and she wasn’t smoking.  I suppose it’s possible she was already done and I missed it but that didn’t make sense.  I was very curious who was running the store in their absence!  Anyway, my dark blond smoker girl rarely dresses too revealingly and once again had a fairly conservative purple tanktop and dark jeans, but the tanktop was short enough that I saw peeks of bare midriff when she walked around.  The upside was that she had her back to me so I got to check out her ass but the downside was that I didn’t directly see much of her smoking.  It was sunny and I was out of the wind at this spot so it felt downright warm by the standards of early spring in the Upper Midwest.  I caught about 90 seconds of the show before they went inside and while I thought I saw her pollute her butt I didn’t see exactly where and as I warned the area, looking for a Camel Crush butt as that’s what I know she switched to from Marlboro Reds last summer, I didn’t see any Crushes lingering.  I was a little annoyed over what I expected would be an ongoing logistics problem with her at this smoking spot and how I might not get a really good vantage point for an extended sighting again even with as frequently as she’s out there smoking almost every time I’m at this mall.

Fast forward about less than an hour later when I always circle the mall in my car a few times before I leave and sometimes that yields the moment of the day.  This would be one of those days.  As I rounded the corner in my car I could see a cluster of young people near my favorite exit and was pretty confident the dark blond would be one of them….and she was…smoking another cigarette less than an hour after her last and vacating her post at work yet again!  She was with her usual two guys as well as another girl I saw her out smoking with a month earlier who’s only averagely attractive.  But sitting against the wall (everybody else was standing) was the main attraction girl.  I lamented another brief sighting of her when I noticed something ahead… obscure set of handicapped parking stalls that would give me a solid and isolated vantage point, albeit looking over my left shoulder.  Given that I’d only be stopping for a few minutes, I figured it was worth the risk and I pulled in there, and my reward was one of my most thorough sightings of the tattoo shop girl yet….

Her drags were copious and impressive, her hold times were all in the five-second range, and her exhales were all sweet little numbers of smoke expulsions exploding from her gorgeous mouth and nose.  From afar it looked like she was down to her last few drags but she kept coming for more and I got to see a good dozen drags, all very nicely timed as she’s not the kind of girl who makes you wait to see her consume her cancerous filth….not that she has a choice in the matter given how dependent her young body is on nicotine.  And I was most curious about what came last, and she didn’t disappoint.  The girl was literally leaning right up next to the “smoker’s pole” ashtray….but after taking her final drag she boorishly flung the butt several feet to her left.   She was also the first to finish her cigarette of the group and I wanted to identify that butt, so I decided to pull out of the handicapped parking spot and drive laps through parking lanes until they all went inside.  After a couple of laps they did and I parked my car along the curb and IDed the stinky remains of her cigarette.  There’s a reason I couldn’t find a Camel Crush butt earlier….she’s switched to regular cork filter Camels, making this her third brand of the last 12 months.  This girl could smoke generics and I’d still love her though…

Fast forward about a month later for a brief aside.  I got some deferred gratification one warm mid-April Saturday afternoon looping around the backside of my favorite central Iowa mall.  This was the spot where my favorite tattoo parlor hottie seems to be out smoking hourly so as I approached the spot I was hopeful I’d see her again.  She wasn’t there as I don’t believe she was working that day, but standing near the “smoker’s pole” was this 18ish (at most) long-haired dark brunette with a slightly olive complexion but who was unquestionably caucasian.  I know it’s a bit of a cliche at this point to describe any girl of this pedigree as looking like Selena Gomez, but damn did this girl nail that image with perfectly soft features that could not have contrasted more with the cigarette between her fingers.  I hustled on up to get a close-up view, not immediately recognizing her but there was an aura of familiarity to her face just as there was with the scruffy-looking young guy smoking with her, who I first assumed was her boyfriend.

There were some delicious contrasts going on here as girly couldn’t not have looked more wholesome in comparison to the scruffy dude in her company, but she was smoking her cigarette at twice the rate he was.  And her aforementioned wholesomeness was complimented by her wardrobe, which included a lime green sweatshirt and a pair of tight pale blue jeans which beautifully framed her sculpted teenage figure and advertised a fantastic ass.  And then there was that cigarette in her hand.  What an incredible face to match with a cigarette in the year 2015, and best of all was that she was holding her pack of Newports in her left hand like a trophy while holding the cigarette in her right hand.  Her style was nice enough with solid drags and adequate exhales…..nothing overly memorable but you can’t go wrong with a face this sweet and innocent spewing toxic cigarette smoke every 30 seconds or so.  She finished her cigarette about three minutes after my arrival and tossed the butt into the smoker’s pole where I wouldn’t get positive butt ID confirmation.  She didn’t go immediately inside though because the dude with her still had nearly half of his cigarette left, having been upstaged easily by the teenage girl in his company.

Adorably, she continued to clutch that pack of Newports in her hand, leading me to believe there was a possibility she’d light up another one.  She didn’t and the pack ultimately ended up going into the pocket of her smelly lime green sweatshirt.  I would have loved to have gotten a whiff of her as she headed back inside the mall once the guy finished his cigarette but they spotted me lurking and I thought it was to hold back a bit.  I eventually did go inside and I had a suspicion where they might be going, as the guy in particular was looking more and more familiar at that point.  Sure enough, they both turned the corner and walked into the tattoo and piercings store.  And then I realized why there was an air of familiarity about the brunette smoker girl…because she followed the guy into the tattoo and piercings shop!  She was the hot brunette from the month prior who I had seen inside the store and hoped would smoke but didn’t.  Well now she was and my fantasy had come to fruition.  The last thing I would have ever expected coming out of a tattoo and piercings store is two of the most wholesome young smoker girls in all of central Iowa to be in their employ.  I’d see plenty more of this wholesome dark brunette teen working at this store in the rest of 2015, but I never again saw her smoke, leading me to believe she either quit or is a very light smoker.  I’m still holding out to see her again in 2016 as she still works at the tattoo shop but I certainly don’t go to this mall with expectations of a sighting of her.

But even though I never got another sighting of the teen dark brunette, I continued to see the dark blond on cigarette breaks almost hourly whenever I went to the mall and it was a day she was working.  I remember seeing her smoke three cigarettes one day midsummer sitting on the curb outside that entrance, always flipping her butt into the street when she was done with zero regard for littering laws or basic manners.  She’d occasionally go out on coworkers for her smoke breaks and I’d often see them using the ashtrays and smoker poles…but not her.  She’d pollute her butts no matter what and in front of anybody.

So the final phase of this story comes in mid-September when I went on a pilgrimage to the more upscale mall in the Des Moines area.  There’s a department store on the east side of the mall and I walked outside the mall’s northeast exit early in the afternoon and saw this decently attractive early 20s light brunette on the phone and out on a smoke break.  I knew she was a mall worker but positioned myself in the wrong spot when I saw her go into the department store when I figured she’d be going somewhere else.  Fast forward to an hour later when I went out the same exit.  This time there are two girls on this bench smoking.  One of them was the aforementioned department store girl from an hour earlier, and even though I was a little too far away to appreciate details, the second girl who was considerably hotter decked out in her all-black work outfit just had an air of familiarity to me from the get-go.  I sat down on a bench and she was staring at me with this smirk on her face as if I looked familiar to her too.  Again though, I couldn’t see her features closely enough and found it odd that I would be busted for stalking a smoker girl literally two seconds after laying eyes on them.  I watched her take two final drags and that’s when it happened…..she pitched the cigarette airborn across the sidewalk into the street.  I had seen this smoking style from one girl and one girl only quite a bit in the last year or so.  She and the friend then turned around and went back into the department store, and watching the way she walked while also observing the way her light brown/dark blond hair and ponytail swung around en route to the indoors, I was 99% sure it was her……

Apparently the chainsmoker from the tattoo shop either got a second job at this department store at the mall on the other side of town or else quit the tattoo shop.  I was 99% certain it was her but went inside the department store moments after she went in to see if I could find her…..and I did.  It was 100% without a doubt the tattoo shop girl, who has now brought her ferocious nicotine addiction, piggish manners, and nasty smell to the upscale mall on the other side of town.  Unbelieveable!  I visited the spot many more times on Saturday on foot and by car but never saw her again and this revelation does come with a downside.  Any sort of awkward confrontation that may have ensued when I was stalking her at the other mall could have been written off within the context of me having work done on my car at Sears Automotive.  Half of the time it was true.  But having seen me now at both malls, I have no excuse and she must know I’m stalking malls for a specific reason.  In that sense I wish she’d have stayed at the other mall.  But if she has to be gone from the tattoo shop, I was at least glad she at least is within the sphere of Des Moines area malls where I would theoretically keep seeing her…..

Except I didn’t.  I have not seen again at the new mall in a handful of additional visits and nor has she returned to the tattoo shop at the other mall.  I suppose I could just have bad timing at the department store, but I figure the new gig just didn’t work out for her for whatever reason…possibly her insistence on being out on smoke breaks constantly.  I’ve already seen this girl chainsmoking at two Des Moines mall and once at the 2014 Iowa State Fair so I get the feeling I haven’t seen the last of her but if 2016 emerges without a regular diet of sightings from her as I’ve gotten in both of the last two years, I’ll be more than a little disappointed.

#1. It was hard to motivate myself to head to central Iowa’s most upscale mall on a sunny Saturday afternoon in early October for a day of sightings.  I just wasn’t feeling it, as is sometimes the case with days of mall sightings which are more likely to be famine than feast.  But I mustered up the energy to go anyway and was rewarded with my best mall sighting in more than three years as a result.  The sighting started unassumingly enough about 20 minutes after I arrived and approached the heavily populated exit near the movie theater.  Sitting on a bench was a very unattractive 30-something gal and two teenage girls, the oldest being about 18 or 19 and a stunningly gorgeous brunette wearing a black tanktop covering a pair of impressive boobs with a pair of very tight medium blue jeans below that caressed her curves perfectly.  I’m generally lukewarm on jeans, especially in the aftermath of the more flesh-baring summer months, but when a pair of jeans fits the right female’s body just right as they did with this girl, my instincts as a male are definitely gonna take notice and salute.  The younger girl was 15 or 16 with strawberry blond hair wearing a camouflage sweatshirt and a nice-fitting pair of medium blue jeans herself. She lacked the raw sex appeal of the older girl but had an incredible girl-next-door cuteness about her.  She was the spitting image of an ex-girlfriend of mine named Shelby (herself a heavy smoker), or at least what I figured Shelby would have looked like when she was 16.  The girls looked just enough alike that it was obvious that they were sisters.

I sat there taking all this information in with definite interest but no cigarettes were being smoked on this first appearance as the girls fooled around playfully.  There was something about their look that kept my attention as the three of them began to get up.  The older brunette had two items in her hand.  One was a cell phone and the other was a small rectangular orange box.  At first I wondered what was in the orange box as even though it was shaped like a pack of cigarettes, I’ve never come across a bright orange cigarette pack.  She stuffed the phone in the right back pocket of her tight jeans and the orange box in the left back pocket, proceeding with the 30-something gal and the younger sister towards this walkway around a pond just outside this mall.  I picked up my pace and got a closer look at the brunette’s ass….and sure enough it was a pack of cigarettes.  It was American Spirits, not one of my favorite brands but still an unexpectedly lucky break to find this girl smoked at all.  I contemplated that I just missed a sighting from her and probably did, but still wanted to follow the trio as they walked around the pond, a walkway that forbids smoking and marked that prohibition with numerous signs.  She never lit up as the three of them paraded around the lake, with the older girl in particular being full of youthful energy and seemingly being the life of the party.  As she walked, her first-rate ass seemed to push that pack of cigarettes slowly upwards and on a couple of occasions she had to press it back into her pocket.  I crossed paths with them and got a good look at the brunette’s face, which was even prettier up close than it had seemed from any prior vantage point.   The trio completed the walk around the pond and then oddly separated with the 30-something gal going one way and the two sisters going back into the mall.  By the time I got inside the mall they were nowhere in sight and I feared I had lost them and missed a great sighting.  Oh how wrong I was….

No more than 20 minutes later I was doing my usual pattern of zipping in and out of the mall at primary entrances in search of smokers, and as I approached that same theater area entrance, this time from the inside, I just had an overwhelming instinct that I’d open the door and see those sisters out there.  And so I did.  The brunette was talking to this Middle Eastern-looking guy (who was smoking himself) briefly before gravitating to an open bench a few yards away.  She and the younger sister were both drinking coffee from the Starbucks in the mall and I knew this time tobacco would be smoked…and that it was just a matter of whether the brunette would be the only one smoking or if the sister would join in.  The orange pack of American Spirits came out and she opened it.  I was sitting on a bench across from them watching in elation as she extracted an all-white cigarette and inserted it in her mouth.  She sparked it up and I was in heaven watching this beautiful teenage face consume a cigarette so publicly and unashamedly.  I wish I could have been closer to get more details about her style and to take better pics as the ones I got were pretty distant, but she didn’t disappoint on the style front with some impressive albeit brief no-purpose dangles where that fresh cigarette stood erect and perky between her lips for a few seconds at a time.  Her drags were pretty lengthy but it didn’t seem like there was much volume to her exhales, although with the distance it was hard to see how much of the smoke was being scattered away by the wind in a way that it wasn’t visible to me.

Unfortunately it was quickly clear that the younger sister would not be partaking in any smoking as the brunette left her orange pack sitting there between them on the bench but the blond younger sister kept messing around on her phone and drinking her beverage without making any movement towards the cigarette pack.  It was fine though as the brunette was overflowing with IT factor in a way the sister wasn’t, and the brunette was the one putting on a pretty impressive smoking show in front of me.  Thankfully, there were no ashtrays or “smoker’s poles” next to this bench so when the brunette finished smoking she leaned over and stubbed out the cigarette on the pavement, leaving it to sit there.  She and the sister hung around on the bench for another 10 minutes or so when the Middle Eastern smoker guy approached them again.  I began to assume he was with them for some reason because the three of them went back inside together.  Needless to say I boogied on over to check out that butt she left behind and finally resolved a mystery I’ve had from seeing these all-white butts with a blue ring on the filter but no printing.  I had seen butts like this before, which have the colors of Camel Light Menthols, and finally confirmed that cigarettes with these markings are the all-white version of American Spirits from the orange pack.

Even though I had already scored my mall sighting of the year, I had held out some hope I’d run into these two sisters again.  Little did I know I’d run into them again about five minutes later and saw they were coming down the escalator.  I managed to take a bench and capture my best photo of them for the day riding down the escalator.  It’s not perfect by any means but was as good as I was able to get.  From there, I kept pretty close tabs on them and didn’t let them venture too far out of sight as I suspected there would still be another act from them before the afternoon ended.  At one point, they lost the Middle Eastern guy and it was just the two girls again, sitting on a bench punching away at their phones.  The dynamic reminded me a little of “the girl I would later know as Brittny” at the 2008 Iowa State Fair, the 18-year-old smoker hottie whose kid sister tagged along with her everywhere she went.  By this point it seemed as though they had noticed me lurking in the background a little too often so I was gonna have to be very careful moving forward if I planned to continue following… if not following them was an option!

The girls were progressing in the general direction of the theater entrance again and I thought I was about to win the lottery….but they stopped in the food court and started talking to what I presumed was additional members of their family, which included a young girl who looked about 10.  It was becoming very hard to figure out who these two came to the mall with and who they did not as they were interacting with new people every time I saw them.  Thankfully the one constant all afternoon was that these two sisters were always sharing each other’s company.  And then the girls took a seat in the food court with the family.  I had no idea how long they were gonna make me wait and I didn’t want to wait there all afternoon so I tried to fetish in the general area outside the nearby mall entrances (including the theater entrance) hoping I’d be able to easily see them when the time came.  I made occasional trips inside and past their bench in the food court just to keep tabs on them, and happened to walk past as the brunette was getting up to sit at another bench with three young guys about her age.  Suddenly I began to doubt that all the people these two sisters were having random encounters with were part of their mutual group.  She may have just been approaching strangers, especially those who were male and around her age.  These boys looked like farm boys in baseball caps and didn’t seem in her league, but she was still chatting it up with them even as her sister sat around the corner quietly paying attention to her phone.  These girls remained a mystery, and I just had to follow through to see what the next chapter of this story would be.

The next chapter was moments away as I was lucky enough to be near the theater entrance when both girls exited.  At least at first, it didn’t strike me as unusual that the girls were walking out of the mall by themselves rather than with any of the numerous people that they had attached themselves to over the course of the day, but as they hustled on out towards that same walkway around the pond where they walked earlier, I started to build my hopes up even though they were ironically heading into the only area around where smoking was not allowed.  I followed at a regrettable distance as they had seen me lurking on several occasions and I couldn’t afford to get too close, but I was still close enough to watch them descend the stairs towards the walkway and all the hand gestures they were making suggested cigarettes were about to be smoked.  I had up to this point dismissed the blond younger sister as a nonsmoker, but it was her who I caught cupping her hands and flicking the lighter to bring the cigarette dangling between her lips to life.   I moved up closer and was 90% sure I indeed did see what I thought I had and got the final confirmation when I saw a puff of smoke exit the mouth of the brunette….and a split second later another blast of smoke exiting the face of the blond.  It had been years since I had seen something this good at a mall.

But where could I go from here to see as much of this as possible without getting completely busted? The best I could do was walk the opposite side of the pond and try to take in as much as I could from a good 30 yards away.  It was imperfect to say the least but I walked parallel to them on the other side of the pond I was able to watch both girls taking very nicely paced drags.  I couldn’t appreciate the exhales from the distance but still marveled at how far I had come in the two hours since I had first seen them outside the mall and didn’t even know that there was a cigarette pack on their persons.  I wasn’t seeing what I wanted and made the choice to boogie on around and try to instigate what would still likely be an awkward crossing of paths but one that I felt was needed to see this masterpiece upclose. I couldn’t have possibly moved any faster without breaking out into an all-out sprint, but the plan still went awry as the girls turned around and started casually heading back the direction they came from.  I never did cross paths with them but saw them from about 15 yards away standing near a makeshift bench taking the final drags from their cigarettes.  The brunette crushed her butt onto the cement like she did the previous cigarette and let it lie there while the adorable strawberry blond was chatting on the phone, holding her cigarette in hand in a very public spot and took one final drag before dropping it to the ground and walking ahead to catch up with the sister, the girls then heading back to the mall.  Two beautiful white cigarettes with turquoise rings around the filter sat there where they had stood, one of them still smoldering.

In a couple of minutes I found my way back into the mall.  I had no idea where the girls would go from there, but I’ll be damned if they weren’t at the same bench where they were sitting before they went outside, hanging out with the same three teenage farm boys in baseball caps.  It was a remarkable development.  Every indication was that these two–and particularly the brunette–approached these guys cold about 45 minutes earlier to flirt….and then vacated the mall together to have a cigarette without the guys who didn’t smoke.  And now, they were back, reeking of fresh cigarette smoke and immersing themselves in their company, serenading them with ciggy breath.  Maybe there’s hope for the world yet!  Most incredible is that American Spirit cigarettes are supposed to be all-natural and without additives, meaning their cigarette break wouldn’t have even seemed necessary in the context of a “nicotine fix”…..yet these girls still chose to abandon the teen boys they were preening for in the interest of a socially risky cigarette break before returning to them.

There was little reason for me to stick around at this point and a lot of reasons for me to leave as I didn’t want to risk an awkward encounter.  But most days at the mall after I’m done with the walking stage of the day, I take to my car and drive laps around the mall for a while to see if I come across anything worthwhile, and in some cases it’s easier to fetish in this context than on foot.  I was really getting into it at this point and kept talking myself into one more loop around.  I’m glad I did as well because the last time I turned the corner in proximity of that pond, guess who was crossing the street right in front of mall heading back into the mall?  It was less than an hour since their previous cigarette, but it seemed very likely they just went off to have another one.  They made eye contact with me while crossing the street too, although from the comfort of my car there was no trepidation to get one last look at them….one last look at that sweet mid-teen strawberry blond who because of a really bad sisterly influence has picked up a smoking habit that very few girls her age have these days.  And one last look at that gorgeous older sister as she pulled her skin-tight jeans up and showed off that crazy hot ass as she strutted back to the mall entrance.  The logistics were never strong enough to catapult this sighting to the very upper eschelons of my all-time mall sightings, but it’s far and away the best mall sighting I’ve gotten in more than three years, and also a bit of a reinforcement of a recent speculation I’ve made that there may be a bit of a renaissance going out right now in teen smoking, accompanied by a reduction in e-cigarette usage.


So there it is.  Two mall sightings reports this year but both were sagas.  The remainder of my 2015 malls sightings–excellent and mediocre–would require no more than one paragraph given how brief and/or uninvolved they were, an escalating trend in recent years that I fear will get worse in the years to come.  Nonetheless I will still visit malls about half the weekends in years ahead in hopes I can get my needed smoker girl sightings fix in the months when fairs aren’t running, diminishing returns or not.

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