Roxy sat alone at a table eating dinner. Alone in the middle of the food court surrounded by people and controlled chaos. The mall was a feeding ground for clients, at least, in Roxy's case it was. She sat there in a knee length skirt with a split up the side to her hip. Her retro band t-shirt clung to her tightly, showing off her double D's and was so thin her black lacy bra showed through.
He couldn't help but stare at her from across the way. The blond hair pulled back showed off her painted face. He looked down farther to her full chest and the amount of smooth thigh peeking from split of her skirt. Her legs were long and tone and sexy in black patent heels. He felt himself grow hard and he decided then and there to get up and speak to her. "Hello beautiful, my name's Peter. What's yours?" he asked casually.
Roxy looked up, smiled, "Hello, I'm Roxy." Fresh meat, she thought, about time. She took a quick glance at his crotch and noticed the growing bulge that made her smile wider.
Peter sat himself down at her table, pulling his chair close to hers. "Hello Roxy. What is such a pretty thing like you doing sitting here all alone?" He placed a hand on her exposed thigh, smiling confidently.
She looked him over with a smile on her face. She noticed his short dark hair, blue eyes, and tall, lanky frame. Little bit scrawnier than her usual customer but all around not bad, she thought to herself. "I don't know, maybe it was to meet you."
Peter laughed, moving his hand further up her thigh. The look in each other's eyes communicated all they needed to know. "You know I'm usually not this forward but something about you is bringing the devil out of me."
Roxy spread her legs to allow better access to his destination. "I tend to have that affect on people," she retorted. She placed her hand on his growing erection and kneaded to get through the thick material of his jeans. Her gaze wandered over the people surrounding them. She noticed several sets of eyes focused hard on her scene and smiled as many of the mouths were open. "We're being watched, hard," Roxy reported.
"Let's give them something to stare at," Peter remarked smartly. He pulled her chair closer to him. Peter swiveled her legs around to face him before crushing his mouth to hers. His mouth moved with fierceness and determination while his hands brought her closer. He roamed over to her ears and neck while one of his hands cupped her neck as the other moved up into her womanhood. Rubbing her clit he began breathing harder at the feeling of her hands on his crotch.
"Mmm, this is a first for me," Roxy breathed at the sensations running through her.
His response was muffled against the skin of his neck. She asked him to repeat it and he did. Louder, as he kept roaming over her flesh he replied, "Mine too." Peter slipped a finger inside her to feel her wetness as he continued to rub a finger over her clit. "How am I doing?"
"Mmm, any longer and we'll have to find a bathroom or dressing room," she moaned while moving her mouth over his neck. She peeked around the food court and smiled as more people stood frozen in place, looking on. Laughing, she bit his neck lightly, just grazing the skin. Her eyes roamed the crowd again and noticed mall security approaching them. She pulled away with a look of seriousness. "We need to leave before the rent-a-cops get us," she reported.
