"Hi, mind if I sit?"
Well I couldn't say no, the cafe was packed and I was taking up a whole table. And she was rather pretty. In the damn she is pretty sort of way.
"I hope you don't mind, there is just nowhere to sit."
No, No, please...I have the whole table.., make yourself at home" She placed her coffee on the table and pealed off her winter coat, her scarf, to reveal a very tight red sweater that buttoned down the front, the top button dangling loose. Her beautiful cleavage exposed. I tried not to stare too ...much...but you know...
"I can't believe this place is so busy.' She said.
I had seen her in the cafe before and head admired her long legs when she wore short skirts, like the black one she was wearing today, and the long black boots. It was cold out, and even with stockings, it had to be cold.
"Yeah, your catching the before work, after the moms have dropped of their kids crowd." I said as I strained to look just at her face.
"Well thanks for letting me sit, some people can be pretty uptight about it." And she paused, brought her cup up to her lips , took short sip and looked right into my eyes , "You like my looking at my tits?" And she smiled over the rim of her cup, and giggled a bit. And I just looked right back not certain what to say.
"No, no ...it's ok. That's why I wore this sweater, I like that you are." She said I a smoothly reassuring tone. "Please keep looking, it's really why I sat here."
"Well I guess I have to say thank you." I said with my eyes looking from her face, then down to the v in her neckline. And she leaned back o give me a better look. The buttons were straining a bit to keep it closed and I could make out faint bumps were her nipples that were starting to harden.
"It's my pleasure, really." And moved in closer to the table so she could speak without being heard. "'I'm usually not this forward, but you were sitting here....and , I couldn't help myself." She said with a sly smile on her face. "I love when my tits are looked at. Really...should I unbutton another button?"
"Please."
And she moved a finger down her cleavage until she reached the next button, and pulled it open, gently moving her finger tips over the side of one breast.
"Can you see more?" she asked.
I nodded my head.
"Good," and she leaned back again, the sweater now open enough to see the sides of both breasts. Slowly she leaned forward. "Just keep looking, fuck it's getting me off." And she smiled that wicked grin. "Sorry, I got a little beside myself."
"No, please continue." I managed to say.
"Mmm, good. I'm not wearing anything under this sweater and..I just want to show you my tits so bad." And with that she slid her hand in her sweater and gave her nipple a quick pinch. "Do you want to pinch my nipple, I love that." And she leaned slightly back, ran her hands across the open sides of her sweater, and quickly revealed her breasts.
"That was beautiful. Your nipples are so hard. I could look at your tits all day. Just look at them. And only when I tired of looking would I reach over touch them. As hard or soft as you wanted"
"Thank you...I'm usually not his naughty." And she gasped slightly. "I put a finger in my cunt. Oh fuck that feels good. Ooh...just a little faster on my clit." And she let out an easy breath, her shoulders slackened and she came down a bit. "I just had to. It was a little one. Put your hand under the table"
And I did. And she slid her wet finger across my palm.
"I'm so wet. Show me your cock." She said moistening her lips "Just pull it out under the table. Please. I want to see your hard cock" I unzipped my jeans and managed to pull my cock out. I shook my head. And she made like she was looking in her bag on the floor.
"Stroke it..." I heard her say softly from under the table.