Halloween Romp/Jacky/Let's Go to the Mall/The Food Court

Aunt Fiona sits you down at one of the tables of the food court with a cheerful, "I'll bring you back a drink, Jacky."

"Ok auntie," you reply. It was beginning to feel quite chilly. "Can you get me something warm? I'm feeling a little cold. I think I left my shirt at the skate park."

"Sure thing sweetie. Let's go get your Halloween outfit after this."

You sit watching your aunt walk away. You sit up straight to not let your back touch the freezing cold chair. You watch aunt Fiona ask for an empty cup. Your eyes wander around the rest of the food court - just a couple groups of people eating, walking, and chatting. If you were paying attention, you would have seen Fiona go to a nearby gym and talk to several men.

Your eyes land on a nearby teenage couple that were making out. You watched their tongues swirl and dance between their lips. The couple had shopping bags piled on their table and to each side of them, but from your angle, you could see what else they were doing. The guy was lifting up his girl's skirt and pooling it around her waist. You saw that the teen girl had nothing on underneath, no panties, no shorts. Her man was inserting a finger inside her. You watch as his finger was slick with her juices making audible schlick schlick sounds. For some reason, You begin to fantasize that the teen girl was you. You were the one wearing the dress. You were the one who was tonguing the guy. You were the one who had. The guy's. Fingers. Inside you. Involuntarily, your thighs begin rubbing against each other. Without being aware of it, your hand was already down your pants and your fingers were running lightly over your moistened lips. The more you played with yourself, the less gentle your fingers became. You bite your lower lip with your teeth. As you feel something building up inside you, you started really mashing your fingers into the outside of your pussy, focusing especially near the top. Just as you feel you couldn't hold the explosion in any longer, you crash back into reality as Fiona sits down opposite you and places two cups down on the food court table. You didn't know if you were making noise or how loud it was but you immediately blushed a deep crimson. You glance over towards the teenage couple but they were already gone. Were you so engrossed in the feeling that for the last few minutes you only saw them in your mind's eye? You didn't know, but you don't have time to think about it. Aunt Fiona didn't seem perturbed in the least. She just asks you, "You feeling Ok? You look kinda red. I thought you said you were cold, let's drink this to warm up and go get you a costume."

You nod at her mutely. You sip the drink slowly. It was salty and gooey and warm. It tasted like heaven. "What is this? It's so good. I want some more!"

"It's a... special type of lassi. It's a yogurt drink from India," Fiona explained thoughtfully. "Do you really want more?"

"Yes! It's so good. I'd do anything to have some more. How much does the drink cost? What's the name of the place you got it from?" you inquire enthusiastically.

"It's not a type of drink you can buy. You have to collect the ingredients from different sources. It may be very tough to get sometimes, and sometimes you'll feel like giving up because it's so hard to find, but if you follow my instructions, I'll make sure you get your fill. Deal?" Fiona looks at you expectantly.

Do you:

• Take the Deal Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 11:47, 22 July 2021 (UTC)

• No Deal, Your Thirst is Quenched