Lesli was grinning when I walked up to her Kiosk. Her thought, a sale is imminent. Mine; you sure are cute.
"I see you are back. What have you decided?" She was referring to the watches I had been looking at about twenty minutes prior.
"I've decided I haven't decided."
She smiled and went off on this tangent about the quality of the jewelry they sold and the competitive prices, and I was marveling at the neat way she had her name spelled on her badge resting happily on her firm ample chest.  "Have you narrowed it down at all?"
"Yes."

"Well that is good. Now you need to figure out which means more to you."
"That easy, huh?"
"Easy feels right somehow."
"Unless you are a high school cheerleader."
Her eyes showed surprise, but also that she had a sense of humor; and she laughed.
"True. Let me reword that ... making things easy feels right." She hesitated just a second, trying the statement on, then nodded. "Yes. Much better." Brushing a few renegade strands of hair from her mouth, she then wet her thin cinnamon lips. "Which watches appealed to you?"
"Ohhhhhh, pretty watches." Came a tiny voice behind me, and I turned to see a small boy barely able to let go of his mother's hand and they both smiled. Lesli seemed to be fascinated by the child and rather than sell me, contentedly watched him toddle past.
"Is that cute or what?" She finally said.
"Kids are awe inspiring. Do you have any?" I added after contemplating her age at about thirty or so.
"No. One day, but I think married or having a steady boyfriend should be first."
To break the awkward mood of her confession that she is concerned about her biological clock being fast, I pulled out my trifold and showed her the recent pictures of my girls. "These two have stolen my heart and," I opened it and handed it to her, "hope they never give it back".
"Oh my gosh, they are so cute. Two heartbreaking redheads, you poor man."
We both laughed and talked more about children, girls, and how they are able to manipulate at such an early age. Lesli informed me that the trait was highly innate. I agreed. I then put my kids away and pretended to be interested in the watches. She saw me looking at the ones with military faceplates.
"You were in the service?"
"Air Force for twelve years."
She pulled out the Air Force watch and undid the clasp. I pulled at the sleeve of my jacket and offered my wrist. Lesli slipped it over my hand and hooked the clasp.
"I like this even if it seems cheesy to have this logo on the face."
"It is; what's your name?"
"Rick. Nice to meet you."
"It's patriotic, Rick. Not cheesy."
"I see."
We both laughed. It was still silly looking, at least to me.
"Which ones were you undecided about?"
"Which one actually."
"One?"
"I said I was undecided, but I never said over a watch."
She looked at me longer than normal and I loved the way her ice blue eyes danced when she talked, and how they appeared translucent if the light caught them just right. "I'm confused."
"I wasn't sure if I really wanted a watch or wanted to talk to you some more."
Suddenly our eye contact became a game: She was determined to act natural as her eyes betrayed her, and I had to pretend I didn't love getting lost in them.
"Honesty, how refreshing."
"How do most guys tell you they find you intriguing and love the warmth of your eyes?"
Casually she looked around at the still mostly deserted mall, and tugged at the bottom of her soft pink blouse, then smoothed imaginary wrinkles in the sides of her slacks. She looked almost innocent; if you overlook the tiny stud in her tongue. And, ignored her shapely figure.
"Well first off, few guys, if any, talk like that to me. It is more, 'Hey Lesli, you mind if I hang out?'"  I was noticing the way you pronounce words very precisely and seem to have an impressive vocabulary."
"Sorry. I'm into words. I write a lot."
"You should. And don't be sorry."
"Are you this easy," we both laughed at the word easy," with all the guys that flirt with you?"
"I wouldn't know. Guys don't flirt ~ they hound me."
I let my eyes enjoy her curves for a polite second. "Well that is something you are going to have to get used to. I'm sure men salivate and remind themselves to breathe while in your presence."
"Can you read to me at night? I find you very relaxing and I can not sleep at night." She said in fun.
Jumping in before testing, I brought up my writing interests. "I could read to you from my erotic story site on-line, but I doubt you'd want to sleep after that."
She didn't have a choice, she had to act like we were having a casual conversation as some people walked by and showed a fleeting interest in her jewelry collection, she smiled, then addressed the topic at hand. "You write dirty stories?"
"Real dirty."
"I bet."
"Don't take my word for it. Give me a private e-mail address." I held up my left hand to show I wasn't married. Even if it had only been two days since it was finalized. "I'm not a horny married guy looking for thrills. I think you'd enjoy them is all."
"How do I know this isn't a ruse to get me to go out with you?"
"You don't. But, back to the writing, I think you'd like my imagination. And my bold style."
"What does that mean exactly?"
I leaned in and whispered directly into her ear. "I am very explicit and detailed when I talk about sex."
Lesli took a bit of a start and slowly shook her head from side to side as if to try to remove the last thing I said to her.
"I see." She patted at her hips again. "I bet you are good at evoking your readers."
"Now that was not a wise thing to do. Here I'm being tactful and divulging my propensity to write erotica and temporarily forget how vivacious you are, and you unknowingly send me a invitation to probe your mind. The dark side of your mind."
She looked at with a quizzical expression and thought about responding, but I wasn't through.
"Do you even know your dark side, Lesli? You should before it gets you in too deep. It can be scary to find yourself in unfamiliar territory in your own mind."
She was visibly moved by our smooth yet blatant repartee.
"I think we should go back to watches, Dr. Hannible Lector."
I laughed and she tried not to. "I'm not dangerous."
"Oh really? You are standing here trying to eat me up like he did. Should I get some farver beans?"
We both laughed. "Interesting choice of words though, eat you up."
"It seemed to fit at the time."
"I agree."
She looked at her very elegant slim gold watch on her diminutive wrist.
"Almost quitting time."
"Can we continue our talk after you get off?" I purposely brought her thoughts back to sex, but discreetly. "Maybe we can take a walk around the outside of the mall, get some fresh air."
"We can't go outside together. I don't know you. You ... you may decide--"
"Yes, to eat you up. We talked about that. We can talk more openly is all. I hate feeling confined when I speak."
"This is confined for you?"
"I'll wait for you outside the Broadway exit."
"I can't meet--"
"Did anyone ever tell you look like Tina Fey?"
"From Saturday Night Live?"
"Yes. Well maybe Tina when she lets her hair down. You have an air of sensuality."
"Go away, Dr. Lector."
"Broadway, Lesli. After you get off. What time will that be?"
"Five minutes if Art is on time."
"Good. See you then." I started to walk away.
"Hey!"
I turned to look at her. "Yes?"
"I mean I get," she hesitated, "get off in five minutes--not meet you."
"Okay. See you shortly then."
I smiled until she mirrored.
About twelve minutes passed and I was dangling my feet off a wall, and about to go get a Cinabon. I was wondering if Lesli would not show just to spite me. Wondering if she was at least thinking about me as she drove from the mall. I quickly looked up at the cars going by, and also wondered if she was wet when we spoke.
"Am I interrupting?"
Snapping from my haze I slid onto my feet. "Wow, you came."
"Is everything a sexual connotation with you?"
"Not everything. Let's walk."
We talked about the holidays and how the malls will soon be insane with people wanting to buy obligatory gifts and be complete bastards. And how she is going to school to be a shrink or specialize in deviant behavior, and politely got acquainted. I told her more about me than she was expecting.
"You'd be a good study. I'd be fascinated to see what makes you tic."
"I'm fascinating, huh?"
"I meant--"
"I know. Can I ask you some personal questions?"
"Can I stop you?"
"No. It is for the writer side of me."
"Ah. And how do I know you just aren't using my mind to get into my pants?'
"Very astute. And that is besides the point. In my mind I am already half way through the story I'll write tomorrow and would like some of it to be credible."
The wind felt wonderful even if the stench of car exhaust was heavy, and we walked around the outside of the mall almost twice.
"What will your story be about?"
"In detail?"
"Not too detailed, but yeah."
"This bewitching woman at a jewelry kiosk."
"Me?"
"Of course you."
"Do I want to know the premise?"
I stopped walking and turned to her, she looked at her feet, and I used one hand to turn her face to me. "Look at me." She stared nervously, but allowed me to take her in. I wasn't entirely sure of my intent with this whole thing of getting her to walk, but as I looked at her it became clearer. I wanted her. "Yes, quite interested according to what I see. You even want the fine details." I removed my hand from her face. "I think you are in over your head though."
"Meaning what? I am pretty comfortable with calling the shots when it comes to guys so don't think you being all articulate will make me tremble and go weak in the knees."
"Did you ever see the movie In and Out?"
"Tom Selleck and Kevin Kline?"
"Yes. Remember how Kline lived in denial until Tom showed up?"
"Yes. He--"
I then kissed her. And she pulled back--not out of disgust or anger--out of shock. "You can't do that!"
"Sure I can."
We started walking and she didn't even notice we were holding hands. "No you can't. No one kisses me without permission."
"You gave it to me."
"Oh really? And--" She suddenly was aware of our hands and shook them lose. "Oh no you aren't dangerous at all."
"If you were really upset you wouldn't follow me," I said and grabbed her hand again.
We walked hand in hand through the lot.
"Excuse me, Dr. Lector, where are you taking me?" She said with mock credulity and held up our hands, but never let go.
"Here." We had come to the outer row, the one that faced the mall rather than paralleled. My van was parked under some mangled trees that needed trimmed. I beeped the alarm and opened the slider door.
"This is rather presumptuous isn't it?"
I climbed in and then pulled Lesli softly, and she climbed in next to me. I slammed the door hard and she jumped. I then pulled the handle on the side of the front passenger seat and pushed the back of the seat forward.
"It is okay. This is the part you'll like."
I kissed her passionately.
"Oh really?" She tried to sound in control of our situation.
"Yes. This is where I eat you up."
I then pulled her from next to me, and laid her onto the downed seat. Her head was almost on the dash but her pussy was in my face. I leaned forward and nibbled on the warmth between her legs. Lesli tried to hang onto the illusion of control an only moaned slightly. But when I brazenly undid the slacks and slid them to her ankles and buried my face in her wet baby-blue panties she became a lot more verbal. Cars obliviously drove by as he played behind tinted windows. I watched as she looked around, aware that she could be seen but not that I was sucking on the panty-clad pussy.
"Oh God!" She said about fifteen times and then breathed like she was in la maze as I pulled the girly material to the side and started to lick her slippery pussy. A short time later she was practically screaming as I had two fingers inside and was torturing her clit with my mouth. Suddenly she arched way back and moaned loudly as she drove her dripping sex into my face. And then came.
It reminded me a child's water fountain. This small warm spray shot about a two to three inches from her Brazilian bald pussy, and into my open mouth. That's when she screamed again, when she felt my open mouth surround her. The visual in her brain must have been too much, because she then erupted and I felt it hit the back of my throat. This warm slimy nectar that was making my cock drip.
I tore the wrapper off a condom and had it on before she even tried to open her eyes. As my cock head stretched her opening her eyes flew open.
"Oh God this isn't happening. I'm not having sex in the mall parking lot."
I slowly slid it in and moved back and forth. "We aren't having sex, baby. We are fucking." I then grabbed her by the ass and pulled her into me. I felt our tummies touch and she made noises I had never heard. Slowly I moved from base to tip and pulsed, so she could feel it. She tried to giggle but I moved my hips faster. A laugh turned to a loud moan in mid stride. By the time I had her blouse undone, her bra up and sucking on both tits she was pretty delirious.
I then grabbed the top of her seat and fucked so hard the van started to rock. Lesli screamed, and managed to get her pants completely off and wrapped her legs around my back. Then the fucking really started.
I then pulled her back onto my seat but on all fours. With her head turned down and pushing against the side of the van I slammed her until she was out of her mind.
"This is the other part you'll like, Lesli." I stopped and bent down to lick her pussy and ass, then turned her around to face me. She was a mess. Sweating, and hair stuck to her face, makeup badly needing touched up. I held her by the back of her head as I jerked off. She was staring at my cock and her breathing was ragged. "Open your mouth, sweetheart." Moaning louder than me, I came all over her pretty face. Several blasts and she was covered and almost shaking as I then started to squeeze and fling the rest into her still open mouth. "Swallow, Lesli." She did and I used my cock as I squeegee and a spoon and fed her until she was no longer dripping. She then sucked me into her mouth and almost hurt me. Then she swallowed.
She was staring at me when I smiled and told her she could be Tina Fey's slutty sister. I then licked her face and neck.
Later when we were dressed and walking around the outside of the mall again, she told me I was insane. I laughed as we got to her car.
"Does that mean you are sorry, Lesli?"
She opened her door on her shiny silver Honda Accord and climbed in. "Yes. Sorry that I am looking forward to the next time you fuck me I may join your club of insanity."