Younger

Hannah was in the MILF category: a woman in her late thirties or early forties. I decided my next two should be a young woman between 17 and 24 and then to split the difference, a woman in her late twenties or early thirties.

I scanned the mall and saw the perfect target. She looked to be in the age range I set for younger. She wore a pair of tight black slacks and a black blouse. She had a gold name tag on her blouse. She had long, thick, dark brown hair in a pony tail. Her body was about a 36-26-36 shape. She was standing in line at the Taco Shack waiting for her order. I watched her receive her order and walk to a table and sit down.

I walked up to the young woman. Her name tag was from a swanky cosmetics store, and her name was Taylor. "Taylor," I said to her. "I wish you tell me your relationship status."

Taylor looked up and me and smirked ."Like it's any of your business, but I'm seeing someone. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to eat my lunch."

"I wish you would not mind me joining you," I said.

"Whatever," she said before taking a bit of her chicken soft taco.

"I wish you would tell me what you like most about your boyfriend."

Taylor swallowed her food. "Again," she said rolling her eyes, "not that it's your business, but he comes from a wealthy family."

"I wish you'd tell me about your sex life," I said.

"Fine, we have sex about once a week, usually missionary or me on top. I won't do anal, and I won't swallow, and only do oral in foreplay." She took a sip of her drink.

"I wish you loved all kinds of sex," I said. "I wish you'd realize you're a repressed slut, who loves cock anyway you can get it."

Taylor blushed, and her eyes went wide. "How...how did you know?"

"I can tell the type," I said. "I wish you'd admit you have fantasies about being a subservient fuck toy with a strong fetish for being humiliated and degraded during foreplay."

Taylor looked shocked. "I...how....I....." she stammered.

"I wish you realized I'm a sex therapist and you trust me completely. Now when do you get off work?"

"Five," she said meekly.

"I wish you'd finish your lunch quickly then go to the bathroom and mastrubate while fantasizing about me fucking you over this table." I said. "I wish you'd meet me here at five."

"Um, OK," said Taylor and she dug into her food.

I got up and left, looking for my third target.