Sitting at a table in the Mall's second floor food court he saw her coming before she saw him. She wore a periwinkle blue dress he hadn't seen before. It stopped well above her knees exposing a lot of long, beautiful, shapely legs. They had agreed to meet there before driving out to her parents' home but he had come early and was sitting with a cup of coffee studying for his class on Business Organizations (AKA "Corporations"). Jake was a second year law student.
He saw her before she spotted him. Stepping off the escalator she had stood on her toes, her long graceful neck extended, as she searched about the food court looking for her lover. When she saw him she smiled, a bright high wattage smile that lit up the otherwise dull room of tables and chairs surrounded by the Mall's quota of the standard fast food vendors, each brightly lit with wildly colored overheads and counter fascia advertising their specialty, but somehow still managing to look the same. Ask any number of people who went to the same marketing schools to design your logos and marketing appearance and somehow it all comes out the same whether the product is bagels or tocos. Fast food is a commodity, regardless of what culture it originates from so you sell it with color and glitz.
Jake wasn't paying any attention to the riot of expensively crafted marketing around him or to whatever it was he had just been reading about the fiduciary duties of corporate directors. It was all gone from his mind as he watched Lisa, her smile leading her toward him through the maze of tables. Jake thought Lisa looked stunning as she walked towards him, her long soft brown hair hanging down around her shoulders. She was about 5-7 or 5-8 but a bit short waisted so her legs were very long; and very shapely Jake was thinking as she walked towards him. The light weight blue dress hung easily on her small frame. Jake was always amazed at how easy it was for him to lift her, his hands around her tiny waist, so she was taller than him looking down at his face her hair tumbling forward and around his head.
My god she is beautiful, he thought. How did I ever get along without her before I came here. It wasn't just her beauty that entranced Jake. Her willingness to talk and listen, to hear him out, and to share her ideas and thoughts on just about any topic that came up between him. Unlike other girls he had known there was no artifice with Lisa. You got exactly what you saw with her and she expected and accepted the same from Jake.
He stood to greet her and she threw her arms around his neck pulling herself into his chest. At 6-2 Jake was several inches taller than Lisa and strong enough to easily lift her off her feet and carry her to bed. His hands were low on her back and pulling her belly and hips into his as they kissed.
The kiss done, she said, "Hello stud. Miss me?"
"Terribly."
"Nobody's fault but your own," she said. "You were up and gone before I woke up this morning. If you had hung around we could have made love again."
"My error. The morning meeting of my study group was boring, as was my 10:00 o'clock Con Law class."
Lisa remained hanging from his neck, his arms still wrapped around her waist, their bodies pressed tightly together. Her small breasts were pressed firmly against his chest. "Oh too bad. Poor baby. You didn't get enough last night?" she asked.
"There's never enough," he said letting her drop to her feet.
"Mmm. I agree," she replied.
"New dress?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she said, backing away from him. "You like?" she asked as she twirled around, the hem of the already short dress flying up a bit to expose even more of her shapely legs. The blue color matched her striking blue eyes
"Very much," he said. He could tell she wore no bra beneath it. After their hug and lengthy kiss her nipples were swollen and making small humps in the thin fabric of the dress.
"I bought it for work." Lisa worked as a sales clerk in one of the department stores in the Mall so she always tried to dress stylishly. She was taking a "pause year" from the East Coast Ivy League college her parents had sent her too. Having grown up in California she hated Boston. And then there was the problem of the affair she had with one of her professors and the scandal that resulted from it. A pause year had seemed like a good idea to Lisa; and to her parents; and to the University which in truth just wanted the scandal to go away.
"It makes you look so sexy," he told her, "Especially with those spiky heeled sandals you are wearing."
"Good, I bet you can't wait to take it off me."
"Mmmm. Yes. But I thought we were going to your parents place tonight?" Lisa's parents lived in Orinda just over the hill from Berkeley in a home they had bought from Lisa's grandparents. It was a classic 1960's style ranch that faced on a golf course.
"We are, but we don't have to be there for several hours. There's something else I need," she said with an inviting smile. "We have time." Her blue eyes were gleaming up at him in lust. As she spoke she reached forward with one hand and lightly stroked his partially erect cock.
"Oh is that so?" he asked.
"Yes." His arms were around her again and they were lost in their own little world in the center of the busy, noisy, glitzy food court. For each of them nothing existed beyond their lover's close and immediate presence.
"Where?" he asked. "Are we going back to my apartment in Berkeley? My roommates may be there." Lisa had her own apartment in the Marina District of San Francisco, but she spent most nights with Jake at his place after she finished her late shift at the department store. They didn't tell her parents this and his roommates didn't care. Their girlfriends were often around also.
"No, no. You passed up on the opportunity for a soft bed when you left early this morning. Just come with me. I have a car today. There is a place I want to show you."
"Okay. Do you want lunch?"
