Level two.
Two days later my phone rang, it was Tina. She sounded a little nervous, but she said she wanted to try and go further. I told her to think about it, and phone me later. She sounded a little disappointed that I wouldn't arrange something there and then, but she would have to wait a little while yet. The phone call the day after was at 9 in the evening. I told her to meet me at the café the next day.
This time I was there before her. I watched her cross the street, and walk in through the door. She half smiled at me, almost like she was wondering if she should. She stood by the table, her face a little flushed.
"May I sit down, please?"
This wasn't something I had told her to do, this was Tina wanting to be a little submissive I guess. I nodded, and she grinned. We sat sipping coffee and didn't speak. I watched her curly brown hair, which was just below shoulder length, bounce with every slight movement of her head. I imagined tangling my fingers in that hair, and pinching her cute little nose, as her sharp green eyes looked up at me, as she choked on my cock in that lovely wide mouth.
Her skin was quite pale. I guess she had probably never been abroad, or hadn't in some time. She had a little mole just above her top lip left of centre, it was small, and just rounded off her beauty.
Tina sat there patiently, it was like she was just waiting to be told what to do, and her patience was very pleasing to me. I'll admit again I wanted to fuck her, and maybe right here. I imagined shoving her across the table and taking her from behind, tangling my fingers in her hair and yanking her head back, but my own needs had to be put on hold, for a little while longer yet.
I gave her instructions, and she left the café with almost a spring in her step. 20 minutes later she walked back in, a little less enthusiastically. She went to the counter and ordered two more coffees. I watched her approach, and as she put the coffee down, her eyes glanced at me. I could tell she was a little worried about what she had to do next, but she took a deep breath and unbuttoned her coat. I watched as a tantalising glimpse of the pink top was revealed. She hesitated for a moment, and quickly glanced round the café. Finally she pulled her coat off, and put it on the back of the seat. She slid into the seat quickly, her leg or foot kicked the table leg, but she managed to get her ass on the seat.
"Sit back, Tina, sit back," my voice was low, and gradually she sat her back against the padded bench seat.
"I've never worn, anything like this before," she mumbled across the table.
The top was pink and cropped just above her belly button. God I'd love to stick my tongue in there. I watched as she glanced down at her breasts. She closed her eyes like she was embarrassed by what she saw.
"You did a good job on your nipples Tina, and it is obvious you're not wearing a bra."
Again her eyes closed, but she smiled slightly, almost embarrassed by what she was thinking, and then she told me, "I didn't need to...tweak them, they went hard as soon as I thought about, well, men seeing them."
I sat back and took a sip of the fresh coffee she had bought. Tina was, hopefully, going to be good at this. Her embarrassment was what gave her a thrill, and every time she over came one embarrassment, she looked radiant and alive. The glittery word in gold on the front of her tight top just echoed what I had thought all along, Tina is "HOT."
Two women got up from the seats behind me. I watched Tina's expression drop. She was embarrassed again, because of the stares she had received. I knew that without seeing the look on the women's faces, they must have disapproved.
I took in the way the top hugged her breasts, curling underneath them and hugging the underside tight, acting almost like a second skin. It was a size to small, but even so you wouldn't know that for sure.
"I've bought you something too, something I want you to put on for me."
I handed her the bag, and she took it to the toilet. She didn't even look in it; she just went off with it. I watched her looking away from a man who had obviously caught sight of her breasts, and hard nipples. She was embarrassed, but she never broke her stride, or faltered.
10 minutes later she appeared at the far end of the café. The new black skirt I had bought her was short. It rested about halfway up her thigh. Her legs were as good as I had dreamed they would be, and they looked even better in tan tights. Her black high heels really did look so sexy, in all she was fantastic.
Her face was red, but not that you'd notice that much. As she passed the man stuffing a cake in his gob, his eyes ran up her legs, he tipped his head a little and grinned at the backs of Tina's thighs. He knew she must have changed her skirt. When he saw me just staring at him, his smile dropped, and he went back to forcing the cake in his fat mouth. Tina stood at the table, and even though she was shaking a little, she looked like she was enjoying herself.
"You've got great legs Tina."
Her fingers danced around the hem of her skirt, almost like she was trying to gently tug it down a little, but she had a smile on her face.
"Thank you, may I sit down, please?"
I sat back and sipped my coffee making her wait a little. She stood still, like a good girl.
I nodded, and she slid back on the seat opposite me. I asked her for the bag, she hesitated slightly, but then handed it across the table. I saw her old skirt, and when I moved it, there lay her panties. My fingers touched the flimsy material, and I looked her in the eyes.
"They are very wet Tina."
She gulped and had an almost ashamed look on her face, and then she looked around, as if she was trying to find something to talk about.
She cleared her throat and asked, "So, what happens now?"
"Drink your coffee, and then you can go and pay the bill."
She sat and finished her coffee, and then got up tugging and pulling her skirt, making sure she wasn't flashing her ass and pussy at everyone. I watched as she took her purse with her, and so did the cream cake man. His table was right by the till, and there stood Tina, legs together, arms folded in front of her waiting patiently to pay. He slid out of the seat and stood behind her. She paid, and turned, and almost bumped straight into him. She apologised, and the man moved a side, casually glancing down at her nipples.
Tina moved a few steps, and then stopped dead in her tracks. Her face dropped completely as she stared at man who had just come in. I could see her swallow from where I was sat. Tina tried a half smiled at the man, who just seemed to have stopped like he had been switched off. Tina looked very embarrassed as she nodded at him and tried to move past him. She was just three steps from the table we had been sat at, and then he called her, he called her by name!
She looked worried as her eyes glanced at me, but she put a smile on her face, just before she turned to the man who was now facing me. He walked over and I watched his eyes flicking over her body, he looked shocked at what he saw. I just wondered what his expression would be in a few weeks time, when hopefully if Tina carried on playing, she would look like she would be dressed to go out clubbing, if she didn't already.
"Tina, are you alright?" he asked faintly.
I watched her chuckling nervously, and again toying with the hem of her skirt, in hope that she would be able to cover up those long sexy legs....no chance.
"Yes fine," she blurted out, "this is....this is one of my ex's friends, Mike, this is.....a friend of mine."
I stood up and shook hands with him. Mike eyed me suspiciously for some reason, and then he turned his attention back to Tina, so I sat back down. His eyes dropped to the word on her chest, and a frown appeared, like he couldn't understand why she would have a shirt on with 'HOT' across the bust. He said he would phone her later, unless she was free now. Tina just half smiled nervously, and said she was with me.
Mike didn't like that, in fact, Mike I could already sense, didn't like me, which was fair enough. He moved towards Tina and started whispering in her ear, she looked even more nervous. I caught the odd few words, and formed the sentence in my head, which went something like this, "Tina, what are doing dressed like that, who is he, and is this why he left you?"
I stood up and both of them stopped and looked at me. His eyes accused me of something, but his lips never did.
I'm not one for a fight, but I like to think I can handle myself. I've had 4 fights in my life, and only lost one, that was when I was at school, and the boy who picked on me was a couple of years older. I got even with him a few days after the fight. I took some spanners to school and took the rest of his bike off the front wheel, which he had chained to the railings. With the help of two others, we put the rest of his bike in the wheelie bin, and watched as the dustmen tipped the bin into the dust cart, and pressed the button. The ram mangled his bike as we laughed. Later that afternoon a rather cross bully was carrying the front wheel of his bike home.
I watched Mike take hold of her hand, Tina just pulled out of his grasp, and she said to me, "I'm ready now, may we go?"
She looked deep into my eyes, almost imploring me to leave. I grinned at her and nodded. I got the coat from the back of her seat and held it for her to put on. She looked straight at Mike and said, "I'm not wearing that."
I slung her coat over my arm, as Mike just stared in disbelief.