Someone gently wakes you in the morning.

“Miss. Miss. Are you all right? Do you need me to call someone?” You wake to the feeling of gentile hands holding your cheeks and tapping you lightly. Something cold and damp is pressed against your forehead. You open your eyes to see a rather attractive woman in her early fifties, dressed in gray sweatpants and a light pink hoodie. A stylish large purse sits on the floor to her right.

“Uugh, what time is it?” You ask sitting up. “I’d love some water.” Your mouth is dry but a lingering taste of bile is still there.

She hands you a water bottle from her purse and lifts the small damp towel off your forehead. “It is 7am the mall just opened for us early mall walkers. Have you been here all night? Can I call your parents, anyone?”

“7, ugh, I am going to be late for school. I still need to change.” You stand and she gives you a hand getting your balance. “I’ll be fine I’m sure. I hit my head last night. I must have passed out.”

“If you hit your head hard enough to pass out you should definitely go see a doctor.” She advises.

“Ya, I’ll definitely go see the school nurse. Thanks I actually feel fine now. I think sleep did the trick.”

She looks you in the eyes for a second then steps back. “If you are sure. I’d be happy to give you a ride somewhere. But I suppose I can’t exactly **** a strong young woman to do anything she doesn’t want to do either.” She smiles and you get the distinct feeling that she is very subtly hitting on you. She even gently touches your arm as she says that.

“You smile back at her.” Thanks, the names Kora by the way. So what do I call my knight in shining leisure wear?” You add with a tiny snort of a laugh.

She laughs, “Oh my, did you just snort?” Her hand is still resting lightly on your arm.

You look to your right and see a public bathroom. “Can I borrow that towel for a sec, I’d love to wash off my face.”

“Certainly.” She says and hands it to you. You head into the bathroom and she follows a few steps back adding, “Here why don’t you take a water at least. My name is Vanessa by the way.” She adds as you enter the bathroom.

Both of you now in the bathroom, quite mall music is all you can really hear. You get the feeling that she wants you to kiss her. She is standing there quietly and might just want to help, but you can read something in her eyes as she looks at you that seems to be desire. She is in great shape, you decide. Her breasts are quite a bit larger than yours, and even in your four inch heels she is probably two inches taller than you. Her long brown hair is pulled back neatly in a ponytail, and she only has a tiny bit of makeup on. She has great skin for her age, you decide. Her brown eyes show a lot of knowledge as well, which is sort of appealing.