She strolled into the dimly lit cafe confidently. His eyes fell to her immediately as her mere pressence seemed to draw him in. She was 5'5 and slim but not skinny, her perky round ass tight in a pair of black tailored leather pants that cupped her cheeks perfectly. A bronze satin blouse hung tight around her waist, exposing a bit of skin on her flat but not overly toned tummy, a small silver stud in her belly button. Her long, black hair was straight and full, falling halfway down her back and could have been in a conditioner ad. Her almond eyes were deep brown and piercing. She wore black eyeliner and had a slight "cat eye" mascera. Glossy red lipstick invited gaze. She was clearly of indian descent with smooth mocha skin and appeared in her mid or late twenties. Her cheeks were high and delicate, as were her fingers. Her nails were manicured perfectly with sliver gloss and white french tips. She wore no other jewelry. On her feet were bright red glossy heels and she worked them perfectly as they made the telltale click clack as she strolled across the cafe to order at the counter. He caught himself staring as she leaned up to the bar, her ass stretching her leather pants impossibly tight as her back arched slightly. He already felt the startings of arousal in his pants.
She ordered two coffees with whiskey and reached into her top to pull out some cash that surely had been stashed in her bra. She glanced coyly over her shoulder and her eyes fell to him. She smiled slightly and winked, somehow knowing he had been staring at her tight ass. When her drinks showed up she sauntered towards his booth and effortlessly slid in beside him, placing a coffee in front of him.
"You couldn't help yourself, I know."
Her voice was low and smooth but a little bit husky. He had thought she would have a higher pitched almost girlish voice, but not so, and that was intriguing.
"It's perfectly normal, I know how well leather draws you in."
She scooted closer and put her long, slim fingers on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper.
"I'm a Queen, and queens always have followers. Shall we have a drink together?"
He felt his skin tightnen and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Her breath was warm and he could smell a bit of the coffee and her perfume, it was intoxicating. She definately portrayed herself as royalty. Without thinking further he picked up the drink in front of him and took a sip. He tasted the whiskey with some cofee but it was smooth and warm as he swallowed it down, taking some more drinks. It was uncommonly delicious, surely it had to do with his unexpected but welcome company. Her soothing voice continued in his ear.
"That's very good, I like that you are so eager to please."
She ran her fingers over the back of his neck softly. Her skin was warm and pleasant. He wished she would let more of it touch him.
"Finish your drink and let's get closer, would you like that?"
He would like that, he would like that very much.
"I would...."
He hesitated, he didn't even know her name but she seemed to predict this.
"Queen. You can call me your queen, that would please me."
He didn't think he just responded as her fingers worked over his shoulder and neck.
"...my queen."
Her reward for his submission was a light press of her lips to his ear.
"That's very good at making your queen happy."
She ran her nails down his back and slipped her hand under his shirt, he arched forward without word to accomodate her intrusion. She freely ran her nails gently up and down his back soothingly. It was a relaxing sensation that, combined with the warmth of the drink, made him relax into his queen. Yet again she seemed to anticipate this.
"How do you like your queen's nails on your skin?"
As she was whispering in his ear she pressed against him and he felt her warmth through the thin satin of her blouse. It was smooth and soft against him.
"It feels so nice my queen."
As they presseed together she turned her hips towards him and slid her knees up and over his thigh. Without saying anything he wrapped an arm under her long, slender legs and pulled her leather clad calfs into his lap. The black leather was cool and smooth, tight over his queen's legs. He wanted to feel her tight ass but this was already wonderful.
"You should finish your drink for me."
He sipped down his drink, the whiskey warming his chest as his heart seemed to speed up as the queen cooed in his ear. Her breath was soft yet demanding. He finished the drink, it was delicious and rich. Now that he didn't have to hold the mug he wrapped his hand under the queen's ankles and he felt smooth, soft skin at last in the gap between the bottoms of her tightly tailored pants on the high heels she wore. He moved his other hand around her lower back and rested it on her hip so she could relax into him.
"Thank you, isn't this better?"
He nodded as it was much nicer holding her close.
"It is my queen."