Quickie at the Mall Food Court

We sat there for a moment catching our breath, the t-girl still bent over the sink and slowly stroking her cock while I kept my hard but spent cock in her ass. Once we were less winded, I pulled off of her. I sat on the toilet, stripping off the condom, dropping it in the toilet and cleaning myself off with the toilet paper.

The t-girl quickly pulled back on her panties and jeans. She grabbed her jacket and purse, and with a final kiss on my forehead said, "thanks, that was just what I needed to get me through the rest of the afternoon." She unlocked the bathroom door and left.

"Wait, I didn't get your name. I'd love to see you again," I called out. The door was already closed, though. I quickly got on my underwear and pants, but by the time I was out of the bathroom, the t-girl was no where to be found.

I went to that same mall food court every day for the next month hoping to see her again, but she was never there. Finally all the shops in the mall closed, and the food court was no longer an option. I still have the napkin with that t-girl's message on it, and I still hope that some day when I am out at lunch, I'll look up and see that beautiful black curly hair again.