Chiyo-san

My heart beats unusually fast throughout our date at the crowded open-air mall--the tenth over this past couple of months. I find myself feeling thrilled about how well this seems to be going, given my debilitating self-doubt. I think back to all of the boys who have said unkind things to me, jabbing me for my unkempt look and shy demeanor. By comparison, I think of how supportive and kind you were. [What a great guy… If only we'd done this sooner. Maybe now…] I think to myself about how much my body has changed since we last saw one another--him having grown taller and more muscular--and I, rounder, hopefully in the right places. [His arms...] I shudder involuntarily, feeling a slight twinge in my pussy. I grab his arm and look up at him hopefully, giving him a shy smile. He reciprocates and takes my hand. My face flushes red. [He's so handsome and warm. I hope he sees me as a woman now... I never want this to end.] In this very moment, I resolve to escalate our relationship by doing something to show him how much I want him. Off the main path, I see an unmarked door attached to what appears to be a parking structure. Hey, I have an idea. From the crowded plaza I pull your hand, guiding you up the parking lot stairs and into a low-traffic concrete walkway, probably only for mall staff. I look around to ensure there are no cameras around us. Um... I wanted some privacy... I turn around and look you in the eyes, and look away, readjusting my glasses. I nervously fiddle with my fingers. Finally, I have to ask. Would you hate me if... I said I wanted to do... Sexy stuff with you? I pause, unsure if I should follow through on my impulses, scared of your response. But I lift up my beige sweater, revealing myself to him. My bra seems to be working hard to keep my deep cleavage in place. I really like you, Kenji... I hope... I pause, thoroughly saturated with an expression of lust. My eyes soften. Tell me what you want to do next.