She was dressed for a shoot for a glamour magazine, rather than work. Tight blouse her superb tits were trying to burst out of. Tight skirt painted to her exquisite arse. And her flat tummy. And her delicious thighs.
Well, the tops of her thighs.
Shiny stockings that gave the impression she had been massaging oil into her legs. Or someone had. Heels longer than my finger. My longest finger.
Short, dark, immaculate hair. Lovely face. One of those cute, little noses that turn up just a touch at the end. Kissable, bitable lips.
On a scale of 0 to 10, with 0 being 'Put a sack on that' to 10 being 'Oh yeah', she was a trouser-ripper. Eminently doable.
The coffee shop had just opened, and my eyes were trying to remember how to open. Not very successfully. One glimpse of her however, and they were in overdrive. They worked their way down her. Then up her. Then down her. I seemed to have lost control of them completely. Though my cock seemed to be liking what they were doing.
Man, she was a looker!
Raoul was serving her. He seemed to have perked up considerably from the bleary-eyed somnambulist who had served me. He had a smile on his face as big as all outdoors, and then some. She smiled and leaned forward to say something to him. Her skirt threatened to split.
My cock threatened to split my trousers.
Raoul looked down the front of her blouse, right down at that long, deep, inviting cleavage. His lips twitched. His eyebrows twitched!
Fuck, this bitch was hot!
Raoul smiled at me, dreamily. And twitched.
I walked over behind her, to ask for a glass of water. To throw over myself.
She turned and smiled at me.
'You've got a thread on your blouse,' I said. No doubt about it, I can be quick sometimes.
'Where?' she asked, looking over her shoulder at me. Ahhh, that was mighty nice.
'Here,' I said, touching her shoulder gently.
She sighed and moved her shoulder back, pushing her right breast out. Ahhh ...
'Hang on,' I said. 'I may be wrong.'
I ran my hand over her shoulder, as if searching for something. A button maybe. One of her buttons.
I think I found it.
She sighed again.
I pushed into a spot just near her backbone.
'Mmmmm,' she murmured, 'that's so nice. I mean, I think you've found something there. Push a little harder.'