I was in the food court at the mall just a few blocks from my office. The mall wasn't doing very well since a new, bigger mall and a series of big box stores had been opened at the next exit, and half the stores were closed. The food court itself had lost two more restaurants, and there was a pretty slim choice of lunch options. I got a soggy sandwich from the deli and grabbed a seat.
I noticed her sitting three tables away from me. Dark curly hair cascaded from underneath her hat. I couldn't get a great look at her face as the hat and sunglasses were blocking her face, but I could tell by the shape of her jaw that she was most likely a cross-dresser or t-girl. She was texting someone on her cell phone, a half-eaten salad in front of her. I couldn't take my eyes off her. It wasn't often that I saw a t-girl out in the suburban office parks.
She looked up and noticed me looking at her. She looked away quickly, but I continued to stare. After a minute of avoiding my gaze, she looked up again. This time, I flashed her a smile and mouthed the word, "Hello." She didn't look down. She smiled back, and then removed her sunglasses. With a better look at her face, I was now sure she was a t-girl. We flirted with our eyes for a few moments. I could feel the heat building between us.
I pushed my chair away from the table so she could get a better look at my body. My cock was hard, and a I stroked it a few times through my slacks. She smiled and pushed back from her table. She let her jacket fall open, and I could see that she had a slim, cute body. She looked around, and once she was sure that no one was watching, rubbed her tits through her t-shirt.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a pen. She wrote something on a napkin, and then got up and walked over towards me. He reached my table and let her leg brush along mine. I was staring into her eyes, but my peripheral vision picked up her dropping the napkin on the table. She walked away.
I picked up the napkin, hopping for a name and phone number, but got a bigger surprise. There was a note that said, "Feeling hot? I am. Once you are done your lunch, I will be in handicap washroom in north end of mall. Knock on door. We can have some fun."
