Megan looked up from her salad and started another scan of the food court crowd. She wasn't people watching, as much as person watching. She knew who she was looking for. At first, her search appeared to be fruitless, as it had been for the past two days. It was highly unusual for Megan to go this long without...
And then she saw her. Megan recognized everything about her from halfway across the massive downtown food court: her hair style; her hourglass figure; her long legs. Megan took a bite without ever taking her eyes off the blonde. Megan watched her set the tray on the table, pull out a chair, and sit down with her profile to Megan.
That was Megan's favorite way of observing. The blonde wouldn't notice Megan's near-constant staring and, yet, Megan got a good view of her face and a silhouette of her delicious body.
Megan didn't know her name...yet. She first saw her about six months earlier and rarely went very long without thinking about her at least once. Megan had masturbated to visions of the blonde while in the shower, in her bed, and even at her desk at work. She pictured the woman in various stages of undress and in numerous situations where Megan was alone with her and free to have uninhibited sex for hours on end. Imaginary lovers are always perfect, but this one actually existed.
Megan guessed her age to be about thirty seven. That was ten years older than herself, but Megan liked that. The blonde certainly had not lost her figure in any way. Once, while passing closely behind her, Megan noticed the lack of a wedding ring, which might have meant nothing at all. Still, it encouraged the younger, single woman to continue the pursuit.
The longer she stared the more convinced Megan became that it was time to act. Enough of the childish fantasizing. Megan had to have her. It was just a matter of how and when. Of course, Megan had already planned most of it out; now she had to execute the plan.
They had only exchanged short glances a couple of times since Megan first saw her all those months ago and she was convinced the blonde didn't know Megan from any of the other hundreds of customers in the food court on any given day. This fact would make the first part of her plan easier, and the second part more difficult.
Half an hour later, Megan saw the blonde stand up and deposit her tray at the trash station. Megan did the same and stayed well behind as her prey walked out of the food court and into the mall. Much to Megan's delight, she turned into a bookstore. This fit her plan perfectly.
Megan remained a good distance away and saw the blonde searching through the travel section. After skimming through a half dozen guidebooks, Megan saw her settle on one and go to check out. They passed each other near enough for Megan to see the cover of a travel guide to Italy. That was all Megan needed to know.
After the blonde had gone, Megan bought one of the guides the blonde had rejected. Now it would be a waiting game over the next few days at the food court.
Megan purposely began dressing a little more formally than she generally would for work, prepared to do it again as many days as it took to complete her objective. She paid more attention to styling her short, brown hair and even applied makeup—not at all customary for her. Megan was not plain by any means. She had penetrating eyes and a little nose with equally thin lips. Plenty of men approached her with the intention of asking her out. Little did they know.
All the preparation paid off the very next day. There was the blonde, finding an empty table and pulling out her travel guide. Megan was close behind, nearly running to grab the adjacent table and settling down into the chair nearest the blonde. Megan deliberately put her own travel guide well within sight of the blonde, next to Megan's tray.
Megan ate and read for five minutes before taking her first glance over at the beautiful woman next to her. The blonde seemed to look away quickly. Megan waited a minute and looked again. They exchanged fleeting smiles. Three minutes later, another trading of grins.
Megan debated internally: Do I initiate this? Will she? Should I...
"Have you ever been to Italy?"
A startled Megan looked directly into the heavenly blue eyes of the blonde who asked the question.
"No. How about you?"
The woman gave a grimace of disappointment and said, "No. But I'm thinking about it and when I saw your book I was just wondering if you'd already been there."
Megan gave herself a mental pat on the back and replied, "Unfortunately I haven't gotten to go yet. But it's first on my wish list. Are you doing a cruise or a land tour, or just going to one city?"
"I was thinking of doing one of the land cruises that the cruise lines offer where you combine a cruise with a four or five day trip on land. I've seen some that go from Rome to Venice. Wouldn't that be cool?"
The sparkle in the blonde's eyes almost melted Megan right into her chair. "Yeah. That would be."
They both took a few bites of food and then Megan got the courage to ask the question, "Are you going with somebody?"
The blonde's expression barely changed when she said, "Oh, my boyfriend and I talked about it. But he says these things and gets me all excited and then never follows through when it comes time to lay out the money."
'Boyfriend.' The word always gave Megan that tiny feeling of hope; of optimism. Maybe with just the right amount of persuasion the woman could be swayed.
The blonde asked, "What about you?"
Megan looked over and with a wry smile said, "Do you mean would I take you?"
The blonde laughed out loud, the first real display of emotion Megan saw from her in six months. "No. No. I mean, who are you going with?"
Megan grinned. "I'm single. This one is so expensive I might have to go by myself, but I'm always looking for traveling partners to share the cost and stuff."
She hoped her statement wasn't THAT obvious of an invitation to the woman.
"What city do you want to see the most?" the blonde asked. And then she added quickly, "Do you mind if I join you?"
She was already picking up her tray and Megan tried to calmly say, "Not at all."
Megan cleared space and in seconds she was sharing a table with the woman of her dreams...literally.
"My name's Kate," the blonde said.
"Hi. I'm Megan. My favorite city? I'm not going to Italy without seeing Rome and Venice, but Florence really interests me. Have you ever heard of the Santa Croce Church?"
Kate shook her head and Megan marveled at the natural flow of Kate's long hair.
"Let me show you," Megan said enthusiastically, opening her guide book to a marked page. "It's where Galileo and Michelangelo are buried. Can you believe that? In the same church!"
"Wow. It looks awesome," Kate said, staring with interest at the photos. "I just love all those ancient basilicas. We think something from the 1800's is old here, and those churches go back to the fifteenth century. Sometimes older."
Megan was only half listening. Her eyes were all over Kate's hair and face and sweater. This was the longest she'd ever been able to study the beautiful woman from this close. And nothing was disappointing her.
"Yeah. I know," Megan said. "Plus, Florence has David and the Ponte Vecchio. I don't know how you can do it all in one day."
"I wouldn't," Kate said between bites. "The whole trip is going to be two weeks, at least. That's why it's so expensive."
Megan sighed. "I'll never get there."
"Where do you work?" Kate asked.
"I'm in the accounting department at National Bank. How about you?"
