Food Court Fling
"A shared table at the crowded shopping centre leads to sharing much more"
Saturday afternoon at the shopping centre—heaving. Every table in the food court was taken, which is how I ended up sharing with Brooke.
"Mind if I sit?" She was already sliding in, tray loaded with KFC.
"Go for it."
She was curvy, dressed to impress—tight dress, heels, full makeup. Shopping bags piled beside her. The kind of girl who treated Saturday shopping like a sport.
"Nightmare in here," she said, tucking into her chicken. "Been walking for hours. My feet are killing me."
"Worth it for the bags?"
"Always." She looked me over while she ate. "What about you? Girlfriend dragging you around?"
"Single. Just needed new trainers."
"Single." She smiled. "Interesting."
We talked through our meals, flirting getting less subtle by the minute. By the time we'd finished, she was practically in my lap.
"Disabled toilet's empty," she said, leaning close. "Big space. Lock on the door. Just saying."
The toilet was industrial, fluorescent, and absolutely not romantic. But with Brooke pressed against me, I didn't care.
"Been thinking about this since you sat down," she said, pulling up her dress. "Something about a man who doesn't judge me for eating KFC like a pig."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
She was wearing matching underwear—black, lacy, clearly planned. I dropped to my knees, pulled aside her knickers, found her wet and ready.
"Fuck—yes—"
I ate her against the cold tiles, her moans echoing off the walls. She came fast, thighs shaking, hands in my hair.
"Inside me—need it—"
I stood, freed myself, lifted her. She wrapped her legs around me as I pushed in.
"God yes—harder—"
We fucked in that disabled toilet, her back against the wall, shopping bags forgotten. She came twice, each time louder than the last.
"Close—where—"
"Inside—don't care—"
I came deep, feeling her clench around me.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Occupied!" she shouted. Then to me: "Fuck. Quick."
We cleaned up fast, slipped out past a waiting mum with a pushchair. Neither of us apologized.
"Coffee sometime?" she asked, straightening her dress.
"After this? Definitely."
She put her number in my phone, kissed me once, and disappeared into Primark.
Best shopping trip of my life.