Walking through the mall, you pass strangers all day long, until suddenly you see a recognizable face in the crowd; unpleasant, but recognizable. You knew the second you spotted her that she would be your next target. It had been months since you'd seen her last and you've been angry with her for quite some time anyway. She would be a perfect recipient for the bulging sack of cum that you've been building up all week. You walk right in her direction. She turns her head and spots you, looking wary, and you give her a tentative grin; she returns the smile.
"Bethany? What are you doing here!?"
"Oh, you know, last minute shopping. Fun, right?"
"Haha. Yeah. Fun." You hate small talk. "Want to walk with me?"
Slowly a plan starts forming in your mind, and she agrees to go with you. You walk around a few stores with her, building up her comfort wall slowly but surely.
"Well I really think this is everything I need. Thanks so much for keeping me company."
"Sure, no problem, want to grab a bite?"
She walks off in the direction of the parking lot, expecting you to follow, and you grab her arm, "This way."
You walk her around the mall back toward the food court, and as you pass the restrooms, you are about to push her through the door when she surprises you.
"Wanna make out in the bathroom?" Make out. Yeah. That's definitely what you had in mind. Not. But she doesn't have to know that.
