Success Story, Anonymously Stalked and Groped

I’ve (50 yo M) been talking to a woman who’s 20 years younger for a few months now. She has been interested in anonymous public groping, particularly being fondled by an older man.

I finally convinced her to meet me yesterday at a local mall. She shared a photo of herself in her outfit along with her face. The only photo she had of me was a picture of me in a shirt and tie from a few months ago. We agreed to communicate only through a messaging app.

She informed me when she arrived, and which entrance she would be coming through. The hunt was on.

I found her almost immediately, recognizing her grey skirt and black tank top. She had no certainty who I was. Any man with a cell phone might be me. She looked nervous, but excited, and I began following her. My first message to her was, “I’m right behind you. Don’t turn around.” She replied that her legs were weak and her pussy was wet. She reminded me that she wasn’t wearing panties, just as I had instructed her.

I continued to follow her, commenting on her body and the filthy things I wanted to do to her. I then told her to find a seat. She took a seat on a bench outside of a clothing store. I instructed her not to look while I sat next to her. I eye-fucked her while she pretended to look at her phone, never looking at me, just as I instructed.

I then told her to get up and to walk to her car and I followed her out to the garage. As we walked, I told her to pause before getting into her car, and to keep her eyes forward. She arrived at her vehicle. I walked up behind her and placed one hand on her hip, while I slid my other hand up her skirt. She was telling the truth. She had no panties on and her pussy was soaking wet. I slid my fingers inside her from behind and her thighs quivered as I fingered her against the car. I raised my hand from her hip and slid it up over her left breast, continuing to finger fuck her. She was so wet, I could hear my fingers sloshing around inside her, my knuckles dragging across her labia. She moved her hips slightly and began subtly grinding against my hand.

When I was finished with her, I simply walked away, leaving her there desperately wanting more of my attention. Later, when we both got home, we talked about how excited she was to meet again, and how much she enjoyed the experience. She still has no idea what my face looks like. We’re now talking about a second meeting, where I remain faceless and anonymous while I use her pussy.

Any suggestions on a scenario?