It was a hot, humid Texas afternoon, but I was comfortable in a cool white t-shirt, lightweight navy sports shorts, and sandals. I ambled over to the café, purchased a large shaken, iced-tea, and was lucky to find a table in the shade. I sat myself down to sip on my drink and read. Behind my sunglasses I occasionally people watched.
"Would you mind if I shared this table?"
Surprised, I looked up from my tablet. The person making the request was a young woman. I put her in her mid-twenties — I could be her grandpa. She would be considered chubby. Not quite BBW, but definitely not skinny. She perspired uncomfortably in the heat. Beads of sweat trickled from her forehead and down her cheeks. Her clothes were damp and sweat-stained. Her top was a size too small and clung to her. It was low-cut, revealing an impressive cleavage. I shook my head. Sadly, she wore a bra. The top exposed a cute navel. I watched as she smoothed her skirt. She was embarrassed at how it kept riding up, revealing more of her thick thighs. Her skin was smooth and the color of cinnamon. "She would be a good fuck," I thought.
"Pardon?" I said.
"May I share this table," she repeated — a note of peevishness in her voice. "There's no other available."
A quick glance around, showed she was right. The café was overflowing with customers wanting to quench their afternoon thirst at inflated prices. I pointed to the seat opposite, "Sure."
"Thanks. May I leave my bag with you, while I get my drink?" Quite trusting I thought. I smiled in what hopefully was a reassuring manner.
"Sure. I'm not going anywhere." She smiled and turned to walk into the café. Her ass was full and round, and bounced attractively as her hips swayed. It was an ass that begged to be smacked. Likely the cheeks also hid a tight, puckered hole that needed rimmed and fucked. Minutes later, she returned with her drink and sat down. The sipping on her straw drew attention to her full lips. The deep pink lipstick glistened wet with the drink. I wondered what it would be like to kiss them... to have my cockhead rub across them... better still to force them apart and skull fuck her.
My gaze naturally traveled down to her tits. Twin mounds of cleavage heaved as she breathed. Given how her tits were pushed up, obviously, her bra was too small. That she had huge, dark chocolate areolae was plain to see. The bra was insufficient to cover the corona that framed her nipples. It was tantalizing to wonder what size her nipples were. Were the button impressions pushing against the top her nipples or just the style of the bra?
"It's rude to stare," she said.
"I'm wearing sunglasses. How can you tell?"
"I can sense your eyes on my cleavage."
"It would be impolite not to appreciate your tits. From what I can see, they are both beautiful and amply sized."
"That's vulgar."
"What?"
"You called them "tits"."
"What would you prefer? Udders? Tetas?" The image of her on all-fours, tits dangling ready to be milked by my hands swept into my mind.
"Certainly not — I'm not a cow."
"You'd make a fine cow. Those tits hold the promise of lots of milk," I replied before taking up my tablet again, then added, "You likely have a fine cunt too — plump labia waiting to be kissed and smacked... an inner pink paradise to eat... and a shy clit waiting to be teased out of its hood. Of course, I'm just guessing. Unless you spread your thighs to show me — and are not wearing panties, but since you're wearing a bra, in this heat, you're probably wearing panties too. They're likely wet with your juices and sweat. If I sat close enough, I would probably be able to smell the scent of your cunt."
"Pervert," she gasped.
"Yes, I am, and a dirty old man." The strange thing was that she remained at the table. More seats had freed up since she first sat down so it was not as though she had no choice.
"You're old enough to be my father. You should be ashamed."
"So you have daddy issues?"
"No..." The hesitation in her voice suggested she was not being completely truthful. "Come sit closer... it's more shaded." I pointed to the bulge in my shorts and laughed. "That's your fault. If you want, you can feel my cock. Think how much it's like your daddy's. You've seen his cock, haven't you? Sneaked peaks when he was bathing or showering. Watched as he lay down on his bed with no sheet to cover him." Under her dark skin, she blushed. I had struck home. I pushed more. "You've probably played with your cunt picturing... wanting his cock inside you. You've watched him fuck your mom and been jealous of her."
Her cheeks flushed even redder. I wondered how far I could push her before she finally stormed off. Like a moth to the flame she was caught. One part of her wanted to run... the slut in her (there's a slut in every woman) wanted my cock... wanted an old man's cock. Confused, she sat, her clothes increasingly wet in the cloying heat and humidity of the afternoon. I imagined the wet patch on the metal seat as her cunt and thighs seeped. "Cafés should provide seat wipes like gyms!" I thought. It was quite erotic. I wanted to smell her cunt, to feel and breathe in the dampness of her panties. I watched her cleavage rise up and down. The rate was much faster than when she had first sat down. Her cunt was probably much wetter too. I wanted her. I cursed her for making my cock hard. I came to drink and read. Now my mind was filled with thoughts of fucking the slut and how her huge tits would feel as I squeezed them.
I pointed to her tits. "Go to the washroom and take that ridiculous bra off. It's plain you're uncomfortable wearing it." I waved at the other tables, "I doubt whether many of the whores here are wearing bras in this heat."