Catherine

She was in the bookstore of the mall when she realized she was being followed. She recognized the guy from the other stores she’d browsed through earlier. He was one aisle over, in Manga, looking on a shelf, and faux-perusing. She could tell it was fake by the way he glanced at her. This was the wrong outfit for today.

She had decided on a buttoned top, the first few undone to show off cleavage, along with a skirt that stopped just below her ass. She was just grateful she’d decided on wearing panties (they were, however, of the thong variety).

But, now that she was able to actually look at her follower, Catherine thought that he was kind of cute. Actually, very cute. She smirked as an idea occurred to her. She went around to the aisle he was in, then approached him before he had a chance to think about running. “Look,” she told him, “my boyfriend’s the jealous type, okay? If I called him right now, and told him what you’ve been doing, he’d beat your ass.”

“I’m s-sorry,” the guy said. “I’ll leave y--”

“However, if you want, I could probably persuade him to let you join in a threesome.”

The guy blinked, jaw open, and seemed lost for words.

“I’ll talk to him about it. You meet us in the food court in a day or two. I don’t know if I’ll be able to persuade him in that time, so make it four, max. Then we’ll talk. Think you can remember my face?” She said this last while turning around and flashing her ass, then turning back to him as he nodded, still speechless. She smiled. “Good. You can keep following, if you like, on the promise that, if I go to the bathroom, you don’t try sneaking in for a show. Do that, and deal’s off. Got it?”

“Got it. No bathroom stuff.”

She nodded and walked down the aisle, then pushed a book off the shelf to her left. “Oops.” She bent over, giving the guy a better, longer view of her butt. Her pussy was dripping by the time she stood up again and put the book back, grinning. She had seen the outline of his rigid meat.

He followed her through three other stores before they parted ways in the parking lot, and she headed home. She arrived to an empty house and used the opportunity to finger herself (clothed. no telling when the house might get filled again) to images of what the three of them might do. The orgasm was messy and big, but it wasn’t enough. She took one of her toys, and began plowing her slit while sucking another dildo. This triggered a multiple orgasm, and she was content. She then thought, I think I’ll head on over. Family will think I’m still at the mall, most likely, so why not?

So she gathered some sexy clothes and drove over to her boyfriend’s house, wondering how she would “persuade” him into a threesome.