Chapter 1

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

Ken almost jumped out of his skin, all thoughts of the teen he'd just been eyeing jolted from his head.

"Jesus!" he said as his head whipped around, "Where the hell..." That was as far as he got - he was simply too stunned to speak further. Too many things converged on his brain at once.

First and foremost was the woman herself. Visually, she was the most perfect woman that he'd ever laid eyes on. Her face was delicate, sensuous, her eyes the purest green and her hair the most beautiful shade of copper imaginable. Since she was sitting across from him, at his table, he could only see her upper body. It was absolutely perfect. Her breasts were not large, but looked quite full. Her nipples easily seen through the thin, elegant tank top she wore. Her skin was pale, but not a gross white. Also bombarding his sensations was her perfume. Ken's rapidly clouding brain was unable to describe it, other than to compare it to the most perfect sex he'd ever had. Slightly musky, slightly spicy, clean and completely natural. Her voice too, was almost heart stopping. A bit husky, promising any delight one could wish for, while at the same time seeming almost innocent of any sexual knowledge.

Far, far in the back of his brain was a small voice wondering where she had come from, what she was doing at his table, and just how the hell she'd gotten this close and been able to sit down with out him noticing her.

She smiled, and Ken felt his world starting to fade. "What you really mean," came that incredible voice again, " was how did I get to your table with out you seeing me, yes?"

Suddenly, everything snapped back to normal. Ken could breath again, and, aside from a very large, almost painfully erect penis, he felt just as he'd been before she sat down. She was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but not nearly as overwhelming.

His heart beat returning to something resembling normal he said, "Uh, yeah. I guess I wasn't paying attention. Did you need to sit here?"

Ken looked around the food court. It was pretty full, but there were lot's of other places she could have sat.

"It isn't where I came from but why I'm here that you should wonder about." Her voice wasn't as overwhelming as before, but it was still warm, welcoming and incredibly sexy.

"I see," said Ken, trying to shift to ease position of his still hard cock. He was nervous now, aroused and somewhat annoyed. One of the reasons that he liked to come to the mall for lunch was to watch women. Ken absolutely loved to watch women. He didn't leer at them, or approach them and they rarely caught him staring at them. Lunch here was a break from his very unpleasant job. Since he was actually pretty much a loner, it was really one of the more bright spots in his life.

It wasn't that he had no friends. He had plenty of them to pal around with. He'd had several girlfriends in his past as he was neither socially inept nor unattractive. But he'd never found one that he'd wanted to stay with for a long time. He never cheated, but every woman he dated had noted, and mostly disapproved of, his very roving eye and he enjoyed looking at women too much to stop.

The age of said woman didn't matter - with in limits of course. If they were physically pleasing to look upon, Ken would find himself wondering what they were like in bed. What sexual acts they'd tried or would like to try. What things they would admit to a lover that they enjoyed - what secret fantasies they had. If they were very young - twelve or thirteen, he would wonder if they'd had their first orgasm yet, what sexual experiences they'd had or wanted to have. With older women he wondered what they'd done to please a lover, or what their lovers had done to please them. What fantasies they'd lived out and what ones they longed for but felt they could never have.

"So," he continued, "why did you sit here."

"Because I would like to offer you a deal. I believe that we can help each other."

Ken was now very suspicious. Strangers offering deals were usually con artists. A 'deal' was more often a euphemism for 'just give me your money'.

"What sort of 'deal'?"

"You are suspicious." A look of sadness shown for an instant in those startling eyes. It was gone almost before he registered it. "I know what you were doing when I arrived. The beautiful girl you were admiring, you were wondering if she'd ever had an orgasm."

That was, in fact exactly what he'd been wondering. The sexual attractiveness of the woman had returned and he was unable to look away from her as she continued.

"Yes, she has had many. She is thirteen and has been having them since she was ten. One night, after her parents thought she was asleep, she snuck out of her bedroom. Her parents were watching a pornographic movie and the woman on the TV screen was masturbating and obviously enjoying it. From her hidden position, she could see her mother with her legs spread wide being orally pleasured by her father. Her pussy began to swell and when she heard her mother groaning like the woman on the screen her small nipples began to ache. The woman on the screen orgasmed in a loud voice and her mother was not far behind. Melissa - that is the girl's name - snuck upstairs. She removed her pajama bottoms and tried to repeat what she'd seen the woman on the screen doing. She pulled her small nipples and rubbed her slick sex feeling the pleasure spread in her body. She achieved orgasm not long after.

"Melissa is a very sexual person. She is also very frustrated. Because she is so young she is sometimes scared of sex and the pleasure it brings. This does not stop her from masturbating daily."

During this recitation, Ken had been mesmerized by those deep green eyes. It was almost as if he could actually see the scene that she'd been describing, almost as if he'd been there himself, watching the preteen pleasure herself for the first time. His cock was throbbing with pleasure and unreleased sexual tension. He could feel the precum soaking into his underwear. When she stopped speaking, it took a moment for him to get himself back under control.

"You tell a good story. There's no way you could know that."

"Shall I call her over?" asked the woman with a wide smile. "I can have her describe it herself."

Ken had panicked visions of police arresting them both for child molestation, and the girl screaming for her mother.

Again, there was that flash of sadness in her eyes. She sighed. "Your people are so... strange. You deny your own sexuality, yet use it for currency. You deny sexuality to those who are below some artificially created age, yet exploit them in secret, subtle ways while longing for the youth that they have and you do not."

Ken looked at her. He had to admit that he'd often thought the same things himself - not that it would be anything but a jail term to outwardly express those feelings.

"I can see that a demonstration is the only thing I can give that will convince you that what I offer is real."

Offer? What the hell was she talking about? "Um... what offer? Your deal?"

"Yes," she replied. "Choose. Choose a female from this crowd and I will give you a demonstration of what I am offering."

Ken wanted to refuse. The last thing he needed was a scene in the mall. He had no desire to be arrested and if this woman accosted someone it would take a long time to convince the police that he wasn't involved in whatever she was about to do. Hell, he didn't even know her name! Ken started to get up.

"Choose one now."

Ken froze. For a second he was unable to take his eyes from the woman. She was achingly beautiful and overwhelmingly desirable. At that point, he would do anything for her. He scanned the crowd and the pressure to obey her eased. The girl they had spoken of earlier was just finishing her meal and getting up to go. He could have chosen her, but decided not to. If he did, how would he ever know if this had been a put up job?

He started looking for another woman. It was a hot day and this was a popular mall, so there were many women with very little clothing to hide their charms. He picked one at random, a hot blond with a cropped shirt and small breasts who was heading toward a table with her tray. She had long, tan legs with very short shorts on and tennis shoes with low sports socks on. Ken turned to tell the woman of his choice and when he did, she only smiled at him and nodded for him to look back over his shoulder.

He did and saw the blond stop for a moment, the continue, this time heading straight for their table. She had a relaxed, sexy smile on her face and said not a word to Ken as she sat down at their table. Her eyes were glued to the woman.

"Tell us your name, sweetheart," said the woman. The sound of her voice alone was almost enough to make him cum.

The girl shivered and goose bumps appeared on her arms. The points of her nipples were easily visible beneath her top.

"Connie."

"Hello Connie. You can call me Lea and this is Kenneth"

"Hi Lea." Connie's voice was soft, and somewhat tentative. Her skin was starting to get flushed and her breathing increased. Ken wasn't in much better shape. Idly he wondered how Lea had known his name.

Lea smiled, and if Ken could have cum right there, he would have. Connie gave a soft moan and closed her eyes for a second.

"There are so many things you'd like to do, wouldn't you Connie. But you are afraid - afraid that if you were found out, no one would like you. But you're wrong. You can tell us what you'd like."

Connie actually whimpered this time as Lea leaned close to her. "It's OK Connie. Tell us. Tell us a little about yourself, then tell us what you would like to do to me. Because I will let you do it, and I will not make fun of you. I will enjoy every second of what you wish to give me."

Connie was panting now and sweat had formed on her chest. "I'm nineteen and I like sports and all the normal stuff I guess. I know it's in style for girls to be bi-sexual and all, but while almost all the girls I know *say* they would sleep with another girl, I can tell that they're too afraid to actually do it. My problem is I really want to. But I want, need, to have the other woman control me, make me experience her and tell me to do whatever she wants me to do."

"But you want her to make you do certain things, don't you Connie?" asked Lea.

"Yes." Connie's reply was almost a whisper, but it was full of sexual need.

The noise of the food court had faded away. It seemed as if only the three of them were there. Lea's voice was a low purr of erotic sound. "Tell me Connie, what things do you want me to make you do?"

"You should make me strip in front of you. Make me masturbate while begging you to let me eat you. Make me show you how wet my panties are, tell me to smell and taste them. Don't let me cum though. I want to feel your orgasm, I want you to squirt cum in my mouth, when I give you an orgasm. Completely fill it with your cum - more than I could swallow. Finally, when I can take no more, I want you to make me push my tongue deep into your asshole while you whip my clit. Then you let me have my orgasm."

"You see Ken? Does that sound nice to you?"

Of course it did. Sex between two women was one of Ken's top interests. He nodded, almost as enthralled as Connie was.

"Good, I thought it might." Her voice now took on a more commanding air. Not overbearing, just calm, confident and very, very sexy. "Connie, stand up and remove everything but your panties, socks and shoes."

Connie stood and Ken's eyes bulged. On the one hand, he was more aroused then he'd ever been in his life. On the other hand, some small voice in the back of his mind was screaming that they were in the middle of a public place. He couldn't move though, couldn't utter a word. The panic was there, but over road by the deepest lust he'd ever felt in his life.

Connie smiled a sexy little smile. Her movements showed that she was somewhat shy about her body (Shy! his mind screamed, we're in the middle of a fucking mall!!), but that she was going to do as she had been told. She reached for the bottom of her crop top and pulled it over her head. Her bra was thin and white. She unsnapped it and slowly removed it, exposing white breasts with small but very erect, pink nipples. She put her clothes on the chair behind her and reached for her shorts. She unsnapped them and wiggled out of them. When she bent to pick them up, Ken almost groaned. Her ass was SO hot, and the tiny pair of black panties did nothing to hide it.

"Put your hands behind your head and let us look at your Connie."

The girl complied and the position lifted up her breasts and displayed them very well. Ken admired her flat stomach with the small ring in her belly button. Why hadn't he noticed that before?

Lea spoke to him. "You notice the belly button ring? It was not there before, but Connie has wanted one for years. Her mother has told her no, but for this fantasy, I thought it would be nice for her to have it.

"Now Connie, I know you want to eat my pussy, don't you?"

"Yes... please, I really do." Connie's voice was almost a whisper, but Ken had no trouble hearing her.

"You'll have to prove it to me though. You are so beautiful. Play with yourself. Play with your tits and cunt and show me what a little slut you are. If I believe you are enjoying it enough, I'll allow you to eat me."

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