What happened at the coffeehouse?
It was a day as any other day, so it seemed when I made my way to my neighborhood coffeehouse. It was my favorite places to go to when I needed to do some work and there was no need to go to the office. The friendly staff, the good coffee, the regular visitors, it all made for a nice couple of hours. I went in and started to go the first floor, where I have a nice spot to work.
I remember I made a mental note it was a rather busy day. There were quite a few tables occupied downstairs. It was a lively sphere. People were chatting, laughing. I liked the hustle and bustle of the coffeehouse. I could really get work done, as I was not distracted by the noise around me. I started working on my presentation, which I was to give at the end of the week. I got my cappuccino, talked to a few of my regular co-visitors, and then started really focusing on my slides.
I can't remember how long I had been working on the slides of my presentation, but I heard the door open downstairs, which had happened numerous times this morning, yet this time the people downstairs became quiet. A sort of silent tension came over the place, I could almost feel everybody holding their breath. I couldn't see what was happening. A soft murmur started filling up the place. I heard the clicking sound of heels on the wooden floor of the coffeehouse.
I am a guy who can focus on the work at hand. It is not easy to distract me. But the clicking sound of high heels on the floor is absolutely going to get my attention. A woman in high heels is something I find totally irresistible. I listened to the wonderful sound of those clicking heels, already getting images in my head on the kind of heels the woman would be wearing. The high pitch suggested she was wearing stilettos. My heart started beating a little faster.
Oh my god, she was coming up the stairs. All my senses were on high alert now. As I set with my back to the stairs, I could only hear what was going on. I heard her coming on to the first floor, she was approaching my table. My heart skipped a beat when she passed. I watched her take a seat in the comfy chairs by the window, settle in and look at the menu. It was now clear to me I would not be finishing my presentation anytime soon.
I couldn't keep my eyes off the woman sitting in front of me. Her long blond hair falling over her shoulders, she looked around the room. I lowered my eyes when hers met mine. I didn't want to be caught staring at her. Then again, why not signal to her that I was impressed. I looked up again, but her gaze was already on other things. Fuck, did I just pass up an opportunity? The presentation now was miles away in my mind. It was now fully focused on that beautiful presence at the window.
She had taken off her long coat, tossing it over the chair, before sitting down. I had a perfect view and could see that she wore a very sexy outfit. The white blouse, which was a bit sheer, had a deep décolleté, showing a fair bit of her breasts. You could see they were full and round. Her light blue jeans fitted tightly around her hips and legs, highlighting how long they were. And her ensemble was made complete with a pair of red stilettos. The high pointed heel gave them a very sexy appearance. She was a beautiful woman. Everybody could see that. I was intrigued.
She was staring out of the window, not at anything in particular. It seemed her mind was wandering. I couldn't see her eyes clearly but something inside me said she was sad. I don't know why I thought that. But seeing her gaze, she looked absentminded. I got up from my chair. I was determined. I had to know. She turned her head towards me at the sound of my moving chair.
Our eyes met, and this time I didn't waver. I kept looking into her eyes, probing her mood. She didn't waver either. Our eyes were locked in the moment.
"How are you doing?" I said, and I went straight on. "I have a hunch there is a lot on your mind now. And this might be a bit rash to say, but anything you want to talk about? To get it off your chest? I'm a good listener."
I held my breath. Not sure whether my audacity to invade her private space on what seemed to me, such a delicate moment, would cause her to scold me. She still looked me in the eye. As if she was weighing my intentions and deciding what to do. Suddenly, she stood and took a step towards me. Her presence felt exciting. She pushed her shoulders back, protruding her magnificent breasts, put her stilettos apart. She took a sigh and started to speak.
"Sit down, then." she said. "It is not often somebody approaches me like this. I guess, this is as good a day as any to just go with the flow."
Her voice was husky, in a very sexy way. It made my skin tickle. I took the seat opposite her. She didn't sit down yet.
"I'll be right back." she said. She turned on her heels and walked over to the bathroom. I watched her going. Seeing her walk on those stilettos was exciting. She radiated sexual energy. I could sense it.
After a few minutes she came back. I looked at her as she approached the table. What I saw, took my breath away. In the bathroom she had removed her bra, and I could see her full, round breasts move with every step she took. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her blouse. She sat down and looked me straight in the eye.
"I'm Katie," she started in her soft, sexy voice, "it's nice to meet you here. You said you were a good listener, so listen. My day started off very different from what I expected. But you guessed that already, didn't you?"
I could just get in that my name was Tom, before Katie went on. I was amazed at the level of detail she used to tell what happened. Apparently, she'd had an audition that morning for a modelling job. She had got the call to come in yesterday and had been briefed on the purpose of the shoot, so she could properly prepare. The shoot was all about selling jeans to women-influencers on the socials. They idea was to let them see how sexy posts in jeans could be. So, she dressed up in a nice tight-fitting pair of jeans, went to the studios. She had made a little plan how to be photographed. Part of the plan was to get in front of that camera dressed in that gorgeous white blouse, without the bra. And she'd chosen to wear no panties under her jeans and be photographed with the jeans unbuttoned and with the fly down, as to indicate how exciting it could be, without showing the goods, so to say.
I was listening to Katie unload. Her frustration was so clear, but there was also a twinkle in her eyes. I was wondering what had happened on the scene.
"Katie, I totally get what you were aiming for. But what happened when you got in front of the camera? Tell me!", I managed to get in.
Katie was silent for a moment. She then started to tell the story. In the dressing room she had prepared her outfit for the shoot. She had thought about how to get in the right mood for making a really sexy impression on camera. The best way to do that, she'd decided, was to make sure she was a little turned on when stepping on that that stage. So, stripping naked in front of the mirror, she had started to watch herself, and slowly sliding her hands over her body.
I was amazed by her brazen openness and apparent lack of any inhibition to talk about these intimate things to a total stranger. Katie didn't seem to be able to stop now. She continued describing how the preparations went. How she took her breasts in her hand, massaging them, taking her nipples between her fingers and touching and squeezing them to make the real hard. And last, but not least, how she slid her hand between her legs, touching and rubbing her clit, until she felt how wet her pussy had become.
I felt my excitement grow inside me. "Katie," I said, "are you sure you want to tell me all this?"
She looked at me. "I have to get this off my chest, Tom."
"Okay, I hope you do realize this intimate story is hot as fuck."
