I’d been following Kim on Twitter for years. A local account run by a woman with a love of displaying herself and her encounters with men in public, I always imagined how sexy it would be to be one of those men. One afternoon in 2017, I took my shot.
After seeing Kim had posted a FMFM (Find Me Fuck Me) prompt at an upscale mall and I happened to be home from work that day, I slid on some jeans (no belt, as per her preference), and sped on over. Eventually making my way to a bar and grill within the premises, there she was. Gorgeous curly hair, a great smile, and looking really sexy in that sweater dress.
I was admittedly nervous at first, and took gulped down that initial vodka soda pretty quickly, but Kim and I got along really well and grew comfortable fast and, before I knew it, my fingers had slid into her very wet pussy right there at the table in what was a very crowded bar area. Unfortunately, one of the waitresses let us know she had seen us and was disgusted at our degenerate behavior, but I didn’t care. Kim felt so good.