I got bored. Went to the mall. Observed the craziness. There was a young mom. She was sitting on a bench. She had two kids. One in the baby stroller. The other running about. The woman looked defeated. Her shoulders were slumped. Her hair was disheveled. Yet she looked hot. She had wide hips. Tiny waist. Big boobs. She was wearing blues jeans. A white t-shirt. Beige sweater tied around her waist. She looked like she had a migrane. With the baby crying. The little hellion running about. She needed me. I decided to help.

I followed her hellion. It was running through the store. Easy prey for predators. I scooped him up. Gave him the sandscape. He seemed fascinated. Brought him out to mommy. Told her he ran into me. She apologized. We started talking. She was pretty. Had nice smooth skin. Luscious lips. Beautiful eyes. Soft voice.

She was perspiring. I noticed a trickle. I wanted to lick it off. I hardly knew her. But I wanted to grab her. Right there. Right where we were sitting. On that bench. In the middle of the crowded mall. I wanted to grab her boob. I would do it innocently. A soft gentle squeeze. Like in that movie Mischief. The one with Kelly Preston. When the guy crashes his bike. Kelly Preston goes to help. He becomes mesmerized. Grabs her boobs. I wanted to do it like that. Like I was in a trance or something. Like I couldnt help myself.

Thats what I wanted to do. But I didnt actually do anything. It was too crowded. Maybe if we were alone. Yeah maybe then. Just to see what she would do. Would she consider it a violation?

What would I do? What if she did that to me? Her being a stranger. Feeling up my boobs. Only twenty minutes after we met. Would I consider it a violation? Hate to say it. But yes I would. It would freak me out. Some weird bitch grabbing my boobs. Thats what Id be thinking.