She was waiting for someone. I could tell in the way that she kept glancing at her watch. I couldn't help but wonder, who would keep her waiting? She was stunning. She had long red hair that curled at the ends and dark brown eyes that tilted up like a cat. Her red mouth was in a seductive little pout as she crossed her long graceful legs. She was definitely overdressed for the small little coffee house. She was wearing a tight little dress the color of her creamy skin so that she appeared naked. She sipped her coffee and turned back towards me.
"Are you sure nobody left a message for me?" She asked. "Umβ¦what was your name again?"
"Victoria" she replied. I pretended to sift through a couple of discarded messages so she would just keep looking at me, then I had a brilliant idea. I looked at her and told her that there were no messages down here, but maybe if she wanted to come upstairs with me to the office there might be some up there. She agreed and followed me up the tight cramped staircase.
She smelled musky and feminine at the same time. I could feel her body heat right behind me and couldn't help how wet my pussy was getting at the thought of fucking her on the old rickety desk upstairs. We got to the door and shoved it open and I let her enter first. I followed behind her and shut the door. "I know it's cramped in here but you can sit on the desk while I look." I pretended to look for messages while I watched her arrange herself on the desk. I almost fell over when I saw that she wore nothing under her dress. I looked again and was rewarded with a glimpse of a shaved pink pussy that I could almost taste if I tried.