
Calling Sarah’s Jellyfish
by Marie LeClare
As I walked through the mall I couldn’t help but take note of my reflection in the store windows, as I window-shopped. I had taken special attention of my appearance because I was going to meet Sarah.
We had met several weeks ago in an Internet lesbian chat room, and had become lovers. Although she knew what I looked like from my pictures, the only thing I had to go by was her description of herself. So as a safety precaution, which I always did, I suggested we meet at a mall in public.
My heels made a little staccato sound on the tile floor and I knew I was turning heads in my leather mini. Which suited me just fine because truth be known I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist.
Stopping at the Orange Julius stand for an orange drink, I heard an audible gasp as I bent over to discard the empty cup in the trash can, and assumed it was from the old men sitting on the benches, which drew a little smile to my lips. Thinking to myself, you can gasp all you want but you’re not getting any of this candy.
Thinking I had better check my makeup and go pee before I meet Sarah I headed for the ladies room, and entered the last stall, as it appeared to be the only one that the locked worked.
As I started to pee my ears picked up on a sound, and the smell was unmistakable. I had gone to the ladies many times before myself, for just that very reason. Somebody was masturbating. Which to me is an immediate turnon.
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