Conventionalism is boring this is why Zara made a promise to herself at an early age that she would never become the thing she so despised, at 21 with the whole world in front of her she never looked back.
She realised that she wasn't normal, and she revelled in it, her startling image was always bound to catch an eye. She found gratification in turning heads as she walked by, she lived for it. Her hair, chocolate brown was highlighted with pink and blue, curled delicately around her shoulders, she was short but she made up for it with the killer heels she would never leave the house without. Her most amazing attribute was her chest, she was 5ft2 with 32f breasts, her ass would have put j-lo to shame. And she emphasised every part of her divine figure with her outrageous attire. Her jeans were so tight you could see the shape of her pussy, in fact if she leaned back in a special kind of way, you could nearly see the tantalising outline of her pussy lips, straining against the well moulded fabric just begging for attention. Her tops, well if you could call them tops were barely allowed, you could call it indecent exposure , if it weren't for every policeman in the area trying to get a piece of that sweet pussy. You could say that when she smiled, every man in the near vicinity got an erection.
Zara knew what effect she had on people she loved it, the sheer fact of it was she was hot and most of the time extremely horny. However she just couldn't seem to hold down a relationship, but her thoughts on this was who needs average relationships, when you could just fuck anyway.
One night alone in her flat with her most trusted friend, a vibrator, Zara was groaning on the sofa spread eagled frantically ramming the toy up her pussy to a random onlooker via webcam. She was so close to that sweet place that she needed at least four times a day. She was a very horny lady and I use the term lady very loosely.
Somebody was knocking her door denying her of the much needed release that she craved. Hastily she pulled up her barely there g-string, shoved her vibrator down the side of the sofa and pulled down her silk nightdress grabbed her robe and slightly disgruntled and agitated made her way to the door.
"Who is it" she called huskily,
"It's Jordan, from two flats down, I was wondering if you had any coffee, I've ran out and I can't function without it"
"Yeah sure, come in" shit she thought he's really hot I smell like pussy and I'm still mega horny.
"Make yourself at home, sit down. Do you fancy joining me for a coffee before you get off, it's so boring here all by myself sometimes"
"Yeah why not" he smiled thinking that this woman smelt of sex, and if he wasn't mistaken and he was never wrong she deliberately left her robe open so that he could see that amazing figure encased in silk.
"I'll just go and get the coffee, make yourself at home" she said licking her lips as she sashayed towards the kitchen.
"This woman is hot" Jordan thought whilst causally rubbing his already rock hard cock, until he heard Zara returning with steaming mugs of hot coffee.
"So, Jordan you do know, I don't appreciate being disturbed at night time, you interrupted me"
"I'm sorry, I hope I can make it up to you"