He didn't notice her sit down at first, he was too engrossed in his morning paper. It was his morning routine before work. Always a coffee and quick light bite for breakfast at this cafe. Sometimes he sat inside but in nice weather like today he sat outside in the early morning sunshine. When not reading the paper he just liked to watch people come and go and over the past year he got to recognise the regulars that used the cafe.
That's partly why when he looked up from his newspaper his eyes caught sight of her. He hadn't seen her before but it wasn't just because she was new here that drew his gaze towards her it was her look. She was stunning. She sat on a table just across from him, her long dark red hair flowed down over her shoulders. She was tall, elegant and curvy, a classical looking English woman.
He couldn't take his eyes off her and wondered where she had come from. He had a longer look at her as he took another sip of his coffee and noticed her outfit. A classic red flowing dress with white polka dots. It was almost as if she had stepped out of a Forties Hollywood movie with her vintage dress and long flowing perfect red hair and her make up. She looked like one of those people he would see going to a 1940s reenactment but at 8am on a Monday morning this was going to be unlikely.
She hadn't noticed him looking at her yet. For her it was just a morning stop for tea on her way to work in what was a new town for her. She had only just moved here a matter of weeks ago and by chance had seen this quirky little cafe whilst passing by. As for her outfit she loved to dress in a sexy classical vintage style. It suited her look and made her feel sexy. As she sipped her tea and looked around her new surroundings she noticed a man on the opposite table sneaking a brief look at her not once but twice. She smiled to herself at this man trying to look at her. It made her feel attractive and sexy to get some attention especially for someone like her who loved to tease and play a bit of a game.
He tried not to make it obvious that he was looking at her but he just could not take his eyes off her. Her green eyes sparkled in the early morning light highlighted by her long eyelashes and dark eye make up. Her lips glistened with her deep red lipstick. He couldn't help but watch as she bent down to her bag on the floor and pull out a small purse. Were those stockings she was wearing? He was certain that he saw a seam down the back of her tan covered legs when she stretched her leg out. He felt his cock rise and immediately went back to his paper for fear of her catching him looking.
She had already noticed him looking at her, it was blatantly obvious that he couldn't keep his eyes off her. That's why she stretched her leg out further than she needed to. She knew he would look and take notice of her legs. She had slipped a foot briefly out of her one of heels and back in again on purpose. She knew full well that he was wondering if she was wearing stockings or not. The vintage dress she was wearing was made for wearing stockings with and the tan almost nude coloured silk stockings with a black seam accentuated her long legs as well.
He couldn't really concentrate on his newspaper. Other people had looked up and noticed her but had gone back to their breakfast and morning coffees but he just couldn't help but keep catching a glimpse of her. He looked back at her just as she took a single cigarette out of her purse and placed it between her cherry red lips. She lit it in a classy almost seductive way like she was a Hollywood film star. For reasons he could not quite understand himself he felt even more turned on watching her smoke.
He tried to look back at his paper but could not help but be mesmerized by her blowing the smoke out of her mouth and how she left her lipstick on the cigarette when she had withdrawn it from her mouth.
She smoked slowly watching the traffic go past in the early morning rush. She knew full well he was trying not to stare at her and was now into full on tease mode. She stubbed her cigarette out and stood up and smiled towards him. He nervously smiled back feeling a bit guilty. She purposely turned around facing away from him and bent down to pick up her bag and put her purse away. Her black seams running up the back of her legs were now fully on show.
She turned and breezily walked past him, her dress flowing close to him. He desperately wanted to turn and look at her but continued to stare straight ahead at his newspaper for fear of being caught again. Suddenly she stopped and turned and took a step back to him. He turned his head to look at her, fearful that she was going to admonish him for looking at her.
"Just so you know, they are real stockings, fully fashioned and held up with a suspender belt." She said to him with a broad warm smile before turning away again and continuing her journey.
He was stunned by what had just happened. He felt himself go bright red with embarrassment aswell as still being turned on by her. He couldn't believe she had said that to him and then just walked off as if it was just a normal thing for her to say or do.
He gave it a few minutes then looking at his watch decided it was time to continue to work so rolling up his newspaper he left the cafe and walked to work. He couldn't get the image of her out of his head as he walked to work. All day images of her red hair, lipstick, her stockings and the smoke she blew from her mouth kept popping into his mind. He had no idea who she was or what her name was but he just could not her out of his mind.
He was nervous as he made his way to the cafe the following day. Would she be there again? Would she speak to him again? He hoped she would be but at the same time it made him nervous that he would keep looking at her.
He ordered his regular coffee and opened his newspaper. He tried to concentrate on what he was reading but couldn't help to glance around at any moment. He looked at his watch wondered if he had scared her away yesterday as it was already ten minutes past the time she arrived yesterday.
Then suddenly movement passed him and he knew without looking it was her. He only looked up just as she reached the same table as she sat on yesterday. He was initially surprised by her attire. Rather than the classic flowing vintage dress of yesterday she had dressed in a tight white top and a black leather skirt. He felt his cock rise and harden in his trousers as he saw how the leather skirt fitted tightly around her arse and thighs. As she sat down he noticed her legs. She had forgone the tan colour seamed stockings for darker tones. He was unsure whether they were black stockings or tights but didn't want to linger any longer for fear of her noticing.
She sat down confidently and gracefully. She didn't wear this outfit for him but for herself. It was slightly cooler than yesterday and her outfit choice suited the weather and made her feel sexy. As she sat down she knew he would be there and she knew he would notice her.
He shuffled his paper and tried to read it whilst taking sips of his coffee but everytime he took a sip he couldn't help but glance at her. She ordered a pot of tea again and soaked up the early morning sun as she glanced at the passing traffic. As per the previous morning she gracefully bent down to her bag and took out a small purse containing a few cigarettes and lit one taking a long deep drag. She knew he was watching her do this and on purpose she pursed her lips even more when she blew the smoke out.
He thought her lipstick looked a shade darker today, he felt a little bit of guilt for noticing that but at the same wondered how those lips would feel and taste against his. He quickly returned to his newspaper but nothing he was reading was actually going in, all he could think about was her.
She smoked her cigarette quicker today and didn't linger over her tea like she had the day before. She knew he would be there again today and she knew that he would keep trying to steal a glance at her. She knew how to play the game perfectly.
The fact she was later than yesterday played right into her hands as she knew he would be secretly waiting and that when she had turned up he would be delighted. She didn't have time for to sit any longer and she gathered up her bag, quickly stood up and started on her way. As like the previous day she started to breeze past his table but suddenly stopped almost next to him and smiled to him as he glanced up from his newspaper.
"Black lace top hold up stockings today in case you where wondering." She said with her broad warm smile.
"I was late up...which isn't the reason why I'm not wearing any underwear!" She continued adding a little wink of her left eye before turning on her heels and heading onto the street.
He was left there open mouthed and stunned. He quickly looked around to see if anyone else had witnessed what she said to him but everyone else seemed engrossed in their own newspapers and breakfasts.
As he went about his day yet again he could not shake the thought of her and what she had said to him. Was she really not wearing any underwear? What was her pussy like? And that wink, did she fancy him aswell.
As he strode to the cafe on next morning he was hopeful of seeing her again. He was nervous though. He wasn't entirely sure why, maybe it was because she knew he had been looking at her. As he took his regular seat he wondered whether he should introduce himself and speak to her.
Within a few minutes she had breezed past him and sat down on her now regular table. His heart started to beat faster as he saw her speak to the waiter taking her order. Usually he was such a confident man and could to talk anyone but for some unknown reason this complete stranger made him nervous and unable to do anything.
She browsed through her phone as if she was deliberately ignoring him this morning. She knew this would drive him crazy. Not even a smile to acknowledge that she was sat opposite him again for a third morning in a row. She found him attractive, it would have been so much easier to go and sit on his table, have a conversation and swap numbers but she loved the teasing and anticipation of playing a long game.
