Freeuse 01: The Cafe
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Chelsea was white and in her mid-20s, and had grey-blue eyes. Sandy blonde hair just flowing down. Size 3, with C cups and in a yellow sundress, with tiny white daisies all over. Cute white sandals. Small gold dangle earrings and a nose stud in the right side with a pink gem.
She was with a group of friends at a streetside cafe, one of those kinds where every table only has two stools, so she stood, hand casually on the table around her drink.
They were chatting about how much groceries were when a man came up behind her, drawing his cock out of his athletic shorts.
Her friends noticed him, and Chelsea noticed their expressions change and felt his presence behind her.
She looked rearward in time to feel his hand on her back, pushing her torso forward, while her dress was lifted.
"Oh, hey," she said, making eye contact with the man's deep green eyes as she leaned on her hands, her hair slightly cascading into her view.
He was older, probably early 40s. Nice, shorter hair with some grey, several inches taller than her, and he was sweaty like he had just gone for a run, his tanned white skin still glistening in the late morning light.
"Hey, watch the waters Chelsea," Erica, a deep auburn brunette said.
Chelsea was preoccupied.
"Hi miss, sorry, but you looked fantastic, and I haven't fucked yet today."