You want me.
You were smitten almost immediately. When I first walked into the café just over a month ago, you noticed my shape, my large breasts, my rounded hips. You also noticed my short auburn hair. You always had a thing for redheads.
But none of those were why you were smitten. It was my mischievous grin. It always seems to be on my face, along with a sparkle in my eyes and a piercing gaze. Every weekday around 2 pm I walked into the café, and you could not take your eyes off of my face. Even when I came in wearing a low-cut T-shirt that revealed my cleavage almost to my nipples, or the tight short shorts, you were not distracted from my beautiful mysterious smile. Well, you enjoyed the curvature of my ass when I left but only because you could not see my face.
That changed last week when I wore a crop top T-shirt. You don't know why, but seeing my belly button amid the defined but smooth muscles of my abdomen put lust into what had been a pleasant crush. Your eyes were glued to my belly button as you imagined pulling it to you, lying on top of it, watching it move rhythmically as your dick tries to reach the area right under it as you thrust inside of me.
I wore a crop top the next day, and then the next three workdays after that. You noticed that for the past week and a half, I have been sitting in the café and drinking my coffee instead of taking it to go like I did every day before that.
Make your move tomorrow. Arrange to have your shift end at 2 pm, but tell your coworkers that you will work until I show up.
I will walk in almost fifteen minutes after two. I'll be wearing a low-cut sleeveless tight white crop top T-shirt, skin-tight jean shorts, and tennis shoes. I will say to you, "Good afternoon, Dave, I think you know what I want."
Respond with, "Yes, Autumn, I think I do. Actually, my shift is just ending. I'll pay for your drink if you let me sit with you while you drink it."
"That sounds like a good deal to me," I'll say. Ask me to go sit down, and let me know you'll bring our drinks over.
I'll sit at a small round table just big enough for the two of us. The other chair will be directly across from me, but don't sit there. Place our drinks down together, and then move the chair so that you can sit at a right angle beside me. Our knees will touch. I won't move my knee away.
I'll thank you for the drink. Tell me that it's your pleasure, and then ask, "So tell me, Autumn, why do you always come in here in the afternoon? Do you work a late shift? Are you just waking up?"
"Oh, no," I'll say, "I usually get up at seven, and I work during the day like everyone else. I've just never understood why most people need caffeine in the morning. You just finished sleeping, why are you still tired? No, I always wake up refreshed and ready to go in the morning. But it's in the middle of the afternoon after I've spent several hours working, that I start getting sleepy and sluggish. That's when I need my caffeine hit."
Say, "Well, I think the problem is that most people haven't finished sleeping. They go to bed too late, and their bodies still need a couple of hours of sleep when the alarm goes off."
I'll say, "How late are most people going to bed? I go to sleep at midnight and get up at seven, that's the normal amount of sleep most people need."
"Well," you can respond, "maybe it's not how long most people are in bed, maybe it's how much sleep they get."
My mischievous grin will activate and my eyes will sparkle just a little bit as I ask, "Are you suggesting that most people have more to do in bed than I have?"
Laugh and waive off my suggestion as you respond, "Oh no, I wasn't implying anything like that. I'm sure you, well I'm sure you're able to have as much to do in bed as you want with whomever you want."
"Not always, but I try," I'll say.
At this point, the conversation is going well, and you can just let it flow naturally. We'll talk for about half an hour, getting to know each other. You will learn that I am an independent contractor who sets her own hours. I work from home and I live just across the street. When you say something funny, I'll give your hand a little squeeze and then hold on to it for about ten seconds.
As I'm finishing my coffee, ask me, "Would you be available for dinner tonight?" I will think for just a moment before I say, "Actually, I think I've done enough work for the day. If you have time now, we could go to my place and get to know each other better."
Say, "Well, I think it would be ungentlemanly of me to decline such an offer." I will laugh, just a bit nervously. We will both know what I really just offered you.
Extend your hand to me as we start to cross the street. I'll say, "Thank you," and take it. After we cross the street, we'll awkwardly pretend not to realize that we are still holding hands as I lead you to my building.
