Jill & Stephanie - Sex Stories

Jill & Stephanie

I see her from the food court by a stationary store in the big mall. She is fussing with her phone. I can't be sure, but I think she might be taking pictures. She is definitely watching me. I have been stealing glances at her since I first noticed her. She has the looks of a sexy librarian, Fortune 500 CEO and porno star all mixed together and dusted with powdered sugar. She waits until I pay and choose a table. She puts away her phone and walks directly toward me. For a moment I feel like the unfortunate gazelle who wanderes too far from the herd on the nature channel. Then she smiles. That dazzling smile of hers. She is lovely. Red hair, almost a copper color. Worn up. Green eyes. Bright, electric sea-green. Eyes that can reach out and steal your soul. She has a quiet confidence about her. The type that people turn to when all around is chaos. You know instantly that she is used to getting what she wants. She offers her hand. "May I join you?" I shake her hand and motion to an empty seat. I have just taken a bite and am still chewing. "My name is Stephanie. My friends call me Steph. You are -- ?" I swallow and reply "Jill. Nice to meet you Steph." Steph is in her early thirties. Her 'dirty thirties.' She wears a navy blue blazer over a pastel blue button-up blouse. A blouse that doesn't appear to be buttoned at all. Her navy blue skirt, stockings, dark blue strappy open-toe heels and a conservative clutch complete her outfit. She leans over the table and turns over the ...

... label from my sandwich wrapper, giving me a clear look into her blouse. The light blue lace of her bra teases and hints at what remains hidden. "Do you like?" Is she making a move on me? Her manicured nail taps the sandwich label. "Oh. Yeah, it's OK." "Just OK?. Too bad. I'm hoping for scrumptious." The tip of her tongue appears briefly to touch her upper lip. She winks. She IS hitting on me! We make small talk as I finish my meal. I notice a lovely tennis bracelet on her left wrist, but no rings. "Jill, honey. Tell me about school." "Freshman in the fall. Still haven't chosen a major yet." "I see." Her face falls a bit. "Will you be attending P******k?" "No. I'm going down-state." Her face brightens. "Why do you ask?" "Well." She leans in a little closer and takes my hand. "I'm a guest lecturer in statistics here and we have certain rules about -- fraternization." "Fraternization" That one word nearly doubles my heart rate. Her iridescent eyes study my face like a book. I know exactly what she isn't quite saying. And it isn't an invitation for coffee at the Union. I smile. "Well those questions won't even be asked then. With me going to another school." I add. Steph nods. She watches my face and asks "Does the term 'lesgar' mean anything to you, Jill?" I play innocent. "What?" A jolt runs through my belly. Every nerve ending down there lights up. I really am that gazelle. I am about to become a meal. I feel the tingling begin. "Jill?" She moves her chair closer. "Do you ever ...