She was dressed for a shoot for a glamour magazine, rather than work. Tight blouse her superb tits were trying to burst out of. Tight skirt painted to her exquisite arse. And her flat tummy. And her delicious thighs.
Well, the tops of her thighs.
Shiny stockings that gave the impression she had been massaging oil into her legs. Or someone had. Heels longer than my finger. My longest finger.
Short, dark, immaculate hair. Lovely face. One of those cute, little noses that turn up just a touch at the end. Kissable, bitable lips.
On a scale of 0 to 10, with 0 being 'Put a sack on that' to 10 being 'Oh yeah', she was a trouser-ripper. Eminently doable.
The coffee shop had just opened, and my eyes were trying to remember how to open. Not very successfully. One glimpse of her however, and they were in overdrive. They worked their way down her. Then up her. Then down her. I seemed to have lost control of them completely. Though my cock seemed to be liking what they were doing.
Man, she was a looker!
Raoul was serving her. He seemed to have perked up considerably from the bleary-eyed somnambulist who had served me. He had a smile on his face as big as all outdoors, and then some. She smiled and leaned forward to say something to him. Her skirt threatened to split.
My cock threatened to split my trousers.
Raoul looked down the front of her blouse, right down at that long, deep, inviting cleavage. His lips twitched. His eyebrows twitched!
Fuck, this bitch was hot!
Raoul smiled at me, dreamily. And twitched.
I walked over behind her, to ask for a glass of water. To throw over myself.
She turned and smiled at me.
'You've got a thread on your blouse,' I said. No doubt about it, I can be quick sometimes.
'Where?' she asked, looking over her shoulder at me. Ahhh, that was mighty nice.
'Here,' I said, touching her shoulder gently.
She sighed and moved her shoulder back, pushing her right breast out. Ahhh ...
'Hang on,' I said. 'I may be wrong.'
I ran my hand over her shoulder, as if searching for something. A button maybe. One of her buttons.
I think I found it.
She sighed again.
I pushed into a spot just near her backbone.
'Mmmmm,' she murmured, 'that's so nice. I mean, I think you've found something there. Push a little harder.'
I started to massage her back with one hand. Then the other. She sighed deliciously. And closed her eyes. And leaned forward, putting her hands on the counter. She stuck her arse out.
Raoul's lips were almost touching hers. She noticed him. Then she noticed his lips.
'Kiss me,' she murmured.
He did.
She parted her legs.
I noticed the only other person on the shop. She was watching us closely. Very closely. She was licking her lips. I sensed she enjoyed watching.
My hands were running up and down the stunner's back, as Raoul kissed her. One of his hands was behind her neck, the other was pressing into one of her tits.
He broke the kiss for a moment.
'Alex, this is Susie. Susie, this is Alex. He has a very big cock.'
'Oooooh, I hope so,' Susie moaned. 'I hope I get to meet it soon. Really soon.'
'Do you want him to fuck you, while I kiss you?' Raoul asked.
'Mmmm, that would be good,' Susie said.
I walked over to the other woman, condom in hand.