I chose my outfit carefully and with the intent to take it all off, precision is one of my strong points and my 9-5-job relies on it, so you are damn right when you'd say, "She's good." After my rondezvous with Jake, I'd been craving another 'fuck me like I'm your sister and we aren't supposed to' hook-up so bad I was practically dressed up like a hooker. I needed another fix and I was particularly in the mood for coffee so I decided to hit the newly renovated Starbucks within walking distance from my flat. I normally wouldn't hit up Starbucks for coffee but it was late and most of the Ma and Pa shops closed by 11pm even in this "town". So it was 11pm and I was horny as hell and I really didn't want to masturbate again. Two nights in a row is plenty enough for me. I'll go days without masturbating and weeks without sex but it had only been two days of masturbation and 5 days since I last experienced another body dripping with sweat. It must have been something in the air, a full moon or something big because I could feel the electricity running through the veins of other people and they were hungry like me. This would be easy, maybe a little too easy. Honestly, I just wanted to phone Jake but I wasn't ballsy enough, only ballsy enough to deck out in one of the shortest skirts I had.
Starbucks was surprisingly packed, like Bon Jovi was secretly making a guest appearance, except the secret was out. I almost thought my snarky, sarcastic hunch was correct when I heard Bon Jovi's voice taunting me from out of nowhere but then realized it was playing from the music system only after looking around inauspiciously. Okay, I've got to give it to them, this Starbucks had a kickass surround sound. While in the ordering line, I preformed scan #1 and spotting Jake! I wasn't too surprised but I was embarrassed. He didn't see me and after scan #2 for bait, I noticed a male specimen hiding behind a book who actually seemed to be enjoying his coffee, so I headed in the opposition direction of Jake toward the bookworm. I was enjoying the idea of how to convince him to follow me home and fuck me so hard I would find it painful to shit the next day. Yes shit: I said shit, not sit but I'd find it hard to do both if you configure correctly.
This guy seemed like an introvert who didn't want company at all and his body language spoke for him if anyone was paying attention and that I was. His physic was half cross-fit trainer, half fire-fighter and all melting in my mouth like M&Ms in a cup of steaming hot Joe. What was I going to do to get his attention? Any suggestions? I rummaged through my double shouldered purse-bag for possible remedies. All I had was a notebook and pen, a green Rubz Ball, my wallet and phone, lotion, tape recorder, headphones and lately a Kundalini Yoga book. This instructional yoga book could be my in, so I thumbed through the chapters until Chapter 7, the Chakras. I could read that chapter, take notes and practice aloud each sound the 7 Chakras made. If I can sit close enough, he will catch me reading and like clockwork become curious to meet the sexy brainiac interested in expanding her mind as much as he was, presumably.
So I began..."Mooladhara," the first Chakra refers to our ROOTS, with the sound "LAM" rolling off your tongue. Mool means root in Sanskrit. Blah blah blah "VAM, RAM" the next Chakra and so on. Surprisingly it was taking longer than I had expected and I was growing impatient. I wanted to scan the coffee shop for other available meat but I also felt I had already invested time into this oblivious loner. What did I need to do? Literally bump into his dick? Crawl under the table, unzip his pant and put his flaccid cock into my mouth? So I continued to delve into the Chakra chapter, pretending to take notes. I saw him look up from his book and sip his coffee and that's when I made my move.
"Are you reading Deepak Chopra?" I asked.
"No, Stephen Hawking actually," he replied with an "as a matter of fact" look. I've got him.
"I never heard of him," I lied. I didn't care what or who he was reading but the more I seemed clueless, the more likely he'd clue me in and that's when I could reel him into my web. He began telling me about Mr. Hawking and his writings and how profound this guy was. I really didn't give two flying fucks but I nodded and convincingly looked interested. "Do you want to discuss this more at my place? It's only a few minutes away," I sounded like I really wanted to hear what this book and author were all about.
"Sure, why not," he retorted, sounding like he knew exactly why I wanted to take our conversation elsewhere and he followed me home like a lost puppy. Man, this was too easy! I should have flirted and teased more, you know, let him peep at my recently waxed furless-pussy on the prowl. On that note, I wasn't faking it anymore. As soon as we entered my flat, I poured us something much stronger and cheers down a gulp of some bullshit whisky and tore off my shirt and bra so my double Ds bounced out all over the place.
