It is mid may, late in the afternoon. It is a gloomy day the dark clouds block out the sun, holding back the brightness and hope for the day. All through the day the darkness hung in the air like a wet towel. Rain had just finished, for now, and was preparing for its next downpour. There I am walking along, listening to my music, as I daydream to myself.
I arrive at a small cafe, it is a nice hole-in-a-wall place, great for first meetings. I reach into my pocket and grab my phone and turn my music off. A rather husky gentlemen dressed in a business green polo shirt and khaki pants rushes out the door before I get inside. As I step inside I notice the quiet young woman behind the counter ready to make drinks, smiles and greets me. She has a thin physique, a slender stator, long legs and rather tiny hands.
There are a few people already in the cafe quietly typing on their devices or staring off into space thinking of what they should do next. A young man in a t-shirt and jeans with glasses on is on a laptop tapping away working on his essay.
A middle age couple are talking to eachother about how their lives have changed since he has started going to college again. They are not yelling or even talking loudly, as it seems everything is turning out for the better.
A girl in her 20's has her smartphone in hand, a cord attached to the bottom of it also attached to the wall. She is wearing a light pink colored button down shirt, with blue-jean shorts.
I walk up to the counter to purchase a drink. "Hi my name is Brittany, welcome to 'The Coffee Pot.' How can I help you?" Asks the young lady.
Her awkward smile leaves a confused feeling inside me.
The menu has unusual names for drinks; London fog, New York mist, Arizona sunrise, California sunset. I take a minute making my selection, I select the California sunset. It takes a minute for the young lady to make it, she seems distracted, maybe new to the job.
I lazily watch as she stumbles getting everything together, as I am half watching the door for my date to arrive. The young barista notices my distracted attention and is immediately downhearted.
I see Sarah for the first time as she approaches the small cafe. Her beauty takes me by surprise, even though I was expecting to see her I was still unprepared for the delight that is now before me. I can't stop ogling her from the other side of the cafe window, as she approaches the front door.
She steps inside.
The beautifully colored, strapless, dress she's wearing contrasts the dullness of the day, as it hugs the wonderful curves of her body. The dress barely holds her D cup breasts up as she had not put a bra on for her date that day. Her dress is short and looks revealing as it covers her ass. It barely goes down far enough to cover her, as it is barely holding her tits up.
She walks into the cafe, shy and hesitant she stops three steps in. I notice she is nervous and get up and go to her. She stands waiting in anticipation, hands in front of her holding her purse. I approach her, when she sees me a big smile brightens up her face.
I feel the scowl from Brittany behind me, I can feel her eyes burning the back of my head. The feeling is unfamiliar as I do not get this type of attention most of the time.
"Hey Sarah," I say.
She replies, "hey."
We hug and kiss, then I lead her to the table I was at and we start a conversation.
"How are you?" I ask.
"I'm good, you?"
Her beautiful complexion draws my attention to her from anywhere else it might be. Her eyes sharp and bashful, her lips full and kissable, her figure short and delightful.
"I'm good," I reply.
"You have beautiful eyes," I say.
I lean forward, over the table, to try and get a better look at her eyes, She leans forward too. As we peer closer into each others eyes, I push forward and press my lips onto hers.
