(My first submission. All comments are appreciated. All errors are my own and will work to improve going forward with other stories.)
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"Quim."
I shook my head to clear my auditory hallucination. I had clearly heard a female voice say 'quim', but couldn't figure where it had come from.
The chair across the table slid back and a woman slid into the vacant seat. "Quim," she started, "it's such an underrated word and far more attractive than pussy, twat, or cunt."
I stared at her, mouth agape. Slowly I got my wits back. "How about vagina?"
"Much too clinical. I would never get turned on saying, 'Eat my vagina.'"
I tried to place her accent, but had no luck. A trace of British, some French inflections, and some possible German tones. Her English was perfect, just highly unusual.
"You'll never place my accent," she said, obviously reading my mind. "My father was a career diplomat, so I grew up all over the world. As a result, I have at least eight different accents working at any one time."
I looked at her across the table and took a long sip of my coffee. I was enthralled with her eyes, which were a pale shade of gray I had never encountered before. I had noticed her when she walked into the shop earlier, as had every other red-blooded male within eyesight. The coffee shop was right down the block from my apartment, and I had spent many lazy afternoons there over the last few years.
She had strutted in wearing a sleek, tight sweater dress and knee high black boots. The dress clung closely to her curves, stretching across her incredible ass and hugging the swell of each perfect breast. It reached around mid-thigh and was tantalizing. The tight material made it clear she was not wearing a bra. Her blonde hair was cut in a severe bob a little above her shoulders, framing her vaguely Nordic features perfectly.
After getting her coffee, she had sat a few tables away, facing towards me. During a particularly slow leg cross, I had quickly discovered she was not wearing panties and stared a bit too long at the sight of her clean shaven pussy. I try to not be an ogler of women, but the unexpected sight of a gorgeous naked pussy caused me to be a touch obvious. I had quickly put my face back on the screen of my Kindle and avoided looking in her direction.
"When I saw you looking, I was delighted. I thought to myself how sexy it was that you were looking at my pussy, when I realized it sounded much hotter to think you were looking at my quim."
"You caught me," I laughed, thrilled at her delightfully dirty mouth. I didn't mean to stare, but your....err...quim was right there in front of me."
"I know it is terribly naughty of me to not wear knickers, but it's wonderful to be so free. Having a handsome man take notice makes the naughtiness well worth the effort."
"I'm Mike," I said, extending my hand.
"Penny," she said, taking my hand. "Penelope, really, but I hate that dreadful name. Nice to meet you, Mike."
We made the requisite small talk for a while and I discovered she was a free-lance art dealer based in London. She travelled extensively for her work, and liked to walk the cities to discover new places like my coffee shop. I confessed I was a trust-fund baby and mostly did nothing.
"What are your plans for the afternoon?" she asked.
"Finish my coffee and go back to my apartment," I responded, heart beating faster at what I hoped was coming next.
"How would you like me to join you so you can get better acquainted with my quim?" she asked with a wicked grin.
I almost spit out my coffee, but hastily agreed once I swallowed.
"You must think I'm a terrible slut picking you up this way", she said as we walked the short distance to my building. "I find it so much easier to get what I want by being direct."
"Not at all," I assured her. "I was hoping you didn't think less of me for agreeing so quickly."
She laughed as I opened the door and led in her inside. "All men are sluts, darling. Ohh, I love this place!"
I took pride in my apartment and knew it was decorated impeccably. Grandma's money came in very handy for living the way I wanted. She briefly wandered the living room, commenting on some of my artwork.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked.
"Sure. Gin and tonic?"
I walked into the kitchen area and mixed the drinks. I carried them back and almost dropped them as I walked in to the living space. She had her back to me and was skimming her dress over her head, exposing the most perfect, round ass I had ever seen. I stared, nearly not noticing as she turned to face me. I had an image burned on my retina of her smooth, sleek back, complete with dimples above her glorious ass. The image quickly cleared when I realized the front side was every bit as beautiful as the back.
While her braless state left little to imagination in the dress, the bare view was simply intoxicating. Simply put, she had the most perfect breasts I had ever seen in real life or via photos. A solid C-cup, they were a perfect teardrop shape, with dusky, half-dollar sized areola capped by erect nipples. Her areolas were a few shades darker than her skin, which set them off perfectly. Her stomach was defined, but looked yielding and invited kisses and nibbles. I had seen her bare pussy in the shop, but was still enthralled with the smooth skin.
"Lasered," she said, again reading my mind. "One question I should have asked before I was standing here naked in your apartment....is there a wife or girlfriend I should worry about that might come through the door?"
