Lisa was about 5'9" based on my height. The sun glistened on her caramel brown color with a hint of red tint as she walked into the coffeehouse. Her hair black, thick and long which came down her back the way you would want it so you could pull it when your from behind. She has an ass on her that looked just right for pumping. Her legs long just right for wrapping around me in missionary style. I couldn't help but look at her walk for her strides were long and even steps. Her bosoms full more than a handful; like casaba melons wanting to be squeezed and bounced slightly with each step.
I had been admiring her for sometime now. She ordered her same items, Kona large coffee and cinnamon twist, but this time she stayed. She didn't disappear like she usually does, to who knows where. I can only assume when she does leave it is off to work but this day she stayed for me to admire and to dream of one day, to have her the way a man to have such a sumptuous woman.
She sits a good distance from me, just far enough to notice her long luscious legs as her dress falls off to one side to expose her thigh to me. She had noticed me and nodded hello. She smiles as if she is flirting with me for I wish she was or I wish I knew if she was. The material of her dress was sheer enough to see that she had on a low plunging bra that cupped her full rounded breast.