Heading out the door, his roommate asked where he was going so early on a Saturday morning. "Oh, you know, going to the cafe for some coffee and a morning walk. See you in a little while."
Walking down the alley is always fun in this city, because you never know what kinds of great, second hand junk people are going to put out for trash. When you're 'Dumpster diving', as some people call it, you never know what you'll find. All Dirk saw on this particular morning though were dumpsters full of leaves and dead weeds from all his neighbors spring cleaning gardening efforts. No worries, he thought, as he made his way to the cafe downtown.
It was only two blocks away, so he would be there in only a few minutes. But the headlines in the morning paper on the corner caught his eye: civil war in Libya, the earthquake in Japan - another Saturday morning and the world is falling apart. But as he stooped down to read the front fold through the glass display of the newspaper dispenser, he stepped on a rock which poked through the thin soles of his loafers and hurt his foot a little bit.
Readjusting his weight he went to kick the rock from under his foot - but turns out it wasn't a rock at all, but a dull looking ring. "Oh wow, look at this is pretty cool," he thought to himself, reaching down to pick up the ring he looked around and down the street to see if anyone was still around who might have dropped it.
Now this ring definitely didn't look very valuable, was kind of bent from whoever had it on before actually, and it was either silver or pewter - he couldn't tell. Holding it in his hand he could see that it looked like your average ring that you could buy at any gypsy jewelry store or local hippy shop.
It was about a half inch wide with five seamless bands and eight tiny pewter or silver beads tapered evenly around the band. And trying it on his right pinky finger, it kind of reminded him of the old mafia movies where the mob boss is sipping tea and ordering the execution of the gambling man who is in deeper than he should be with the wrong kind of people.
"Nice. Fits perfectly," he thought to himself and picked up again towards the cafe.
A woman in baggy sweatpants and a hoodie was walking her dog, and seeing him twirling his ring on his pinky finger said hello and then commented on the beautiful day. "Nice pinky ring," she said.
"Thanks, cute dog."
They both smiled and went their separate ways. When he got to the cafe he ordered his usual mocha and decided that he was going to sit outside and smoke a cigarette and take in a little sunshine and people watching on his favorite bench in front of his favorite cafe.
"Hey Dirk, good morning - for here or to go?" asked Rosanna.
"I'll take that to go"
"Alrighty, here's your change." she said, smiling.
Dirk had a crush on all the barristas at this place, they were all young, sexy, always smiling and wore fashionable clothes. This particular morning the cute wavy haired red head, Rosanna, was working. She had a coy smile that always made you think she was thinking naughty thoughts and more often than not she wasn't afraid to show her teeth as well as a little nipple of her tongue.
She was wearing a pastel purple cotton dress with straps that crisscrossed behind her neck. It almost looked homemade, and you could see that she was wearing a dark purple, satin bra with frilly straps underneath. Her dark bra contrasted nicely with the pastel dress.
With her arms, cleavage, and part of her back exposed her skin looked like ice-cream tastes when you're really in the mood for ice-cream. Dirk did a double take and then smiled, slightly intimidated by this beautiful barrista. "I wonder if she shaves her pussy," he thought to himself. "Why am I thinking like that?" and just as he was finishing the thought - she raised her arms above her head and bit her tongue a tiny bit, resting her interlocked fingers on her curls, looking up and was obviously thinking to herself. Her underarms were completely shaved and looked creamy and soft.
If she was butter, you wouldn't be able to stop from putting too much of her on your rice.
"Thanks," he said, and no sooner than that did she walk over to the espresso machine, where he could see that the dress stopped mid-thigh, revealing quite a bit of her creamy white, shaved legs underneath. I've got to stop looking at Rosanna as if she were just a sex toy, Dirk thought, smiling slightly at his own inner horny.
Skimpy thongs barely covered her feet and Dirk couldn't help but notice her tits bouncing as she worked the espresso machine like a pro. She looked over, and feeling slightly embarrassed at being caught staring at her tits, Dirk shook his head slightly in mock disbelief at himself and told Rosanna what a pretty dress she was wearing.
But he still couldn't stop himself from thinking to how he wouldn't mind reaching his hands up under that dress to caress her little, bubbly behind - when she interrupted, "Oh, you like it? I made it myself with material from the free box. It's really comfortable." Then she absentmindedly reached down and readjusted her panties through the fabric of her dress.
Out of the corner of his eye Dirk caught a glimpse of the outline of her panties through the fabric of her dress and started thinking all kinds of naughty thoughts. What would it be like to lift up that dress, get down on your knees and eat out that pussy from behind while she served customers, maybe fuck her doggy style against the espresso machine like a wild animal in broad daylight?
Snapping out of it, he saw that Rosanna was turning slightly red in the face, "Whew," she said, "It gets warm making espressos sometimes."
She set Dirk's drink on the counter and then fanned off her face with her hand - then she reached down and grabbed the backside of her dress and was over dramatically trying to cool herself down. She was obviously more than a little flushed.
Snapping out of his daydream, Dirk told Rosanna that he was going to go sit on the bench outside and have a smoke. He couldn't stop thinking about her sexy as all dress and how he wanted to make love to her, maybe up in the mountains or something.
"Okay, but you let me know if you Need anything.." Rosanna replied, clearly emphasizing the 'need' by lowering her voice and smiling coyly. "Hey, I get off work in a half hour or so, if you're still here let's go on a hike up the trail or something," she blurted. She clearly looked slightly confused at her remark, but you couldn't tell by her full smile and bright, gray-blue eyes.
"Um, okay - yeah sure. Let's go," Dirk managed to retort, walking out the door.
Bug eyed and confused himself, he made his way over to the bench and sat down. "Whoa, that's never happened," he thought. "It's like she can read my mind."
Now, if Dirk couldn't stop thinking naughty thoughts about Rosanna before, he was now consumed by her. Why would she want to go on a hike with me? What are we going to talk about? I've never even seen her outside the cafe before.
Sipping his mocha, Dirk's mind was racing with a multitude of possibilities and scenarios - "Okay, I'll just go with the flow. I don't have any expectations here, so there's really nothing to worry about. It will be nice to go on a hike and chat with one of the hipster girls.
Maybe we'll actually have a few things in common. . ." and as the thoughts progressed, his mind came back to that homemade dress and her creamy, white skin and red hair. "Maybe she'll hit on me or something, try to take me home with her. Rosanna sure would be fun to cuddle on a Saturday night.
As his daydreams were beginning to drift towards the raw & sexual, Rosanna tapped him on his shoulder. She was carrying a yoga mat in a custom yoga bag that doubled as a purse. Adjusting the bag she said, "I went to yoga this morning before work and I don't want to leave it here. You ready? You've barely touched your mocha."
"Oh, just daydreaming," he replied, noticeably startled and snapping out of it, "Sure, let's go. Which trail were you thinking?"
"I don't know. I don't really know why I wanted to go on a hike with you, but the idea popped in to my head and I kind of just blurted it out."
Just then a heavy gust of wind caught the front of her dress and lifted it, exposing Rosanna's matching pastel purple panties underneath. Her pantied pussy was now only a few feet away, directly staring Dirk in the face. As quickly as she could she grabbed the dress and pushed it back in to place, blushing full on.
"It's a little windy, eh?" Dirk chuckled.
"That's embarrassing."
As they started walking, Dirk's mind was racing again. Did I just see the outline of Rosanna's pussy lips through her panties on a downtown street corner? Man, this is going to be a fun hike. They made their way to the trail head, which was only a few blocks away, making what actually turned out to be quite easy small talk.
"Hey, keep a look out for me, I have to pee behind that tree over there," she said pointing at a large willow tree that marked the end of the city streets and the beginning of the trail head.
"Sure, no problem," he responded turning to give her some privacy.
Dirk couldn't help but to keep thinking about her purple panties, wishing she would take them off so he would maybe have a chance to see if her mound was bare as her legs, or her bubbly, bare ass if the wind picked up again.
"Oh, no." he heard Rosanna whimper to herself, "I dripped on my panties, I'll have to take them off so they can dry."
