the girl in black.
"One iced Machiato, double double espresso, nil on the creme, light vanilla, extra whip, extra caff!" The casheir shouts to the others.
The order catches my attention. Its so percise, and I envy a person who knows what they want.
I glance up, and my jaw drops.
I'll be honest. I wasnt expecting a smoking hot babe.
Shes tall. Really tall.
Without her boots she would be about 5'11.
She puts her black bike helmet to the side, shaking out her long wavy flaming red hair. Her black boots with a 4inch heel come to just below her knee, tight black jeans tucked in to them. She shrugs off her leather bikers jacket and sets it in the table, and her skimpy black tank rides up a bit, reveling a tramp stamp and a sliver of her tanned stomach. My eyes rest on her ass, firm, the way her jeans cup it perfectly, and excentuate her mile long legs.
My eyes travel up, taking in her toned, sunkissed arms, and stop at her tits. They look firm, and plump, maybe a 34BB. Her clevage shows at the top of her low cut tank, and her curves dont lie.
She inspects her long red nails, that I want to scratch down my back, and a smile plays upon her plump red lips. She knows she has all eyes on her body.
And she likes it.
So then I walk up to her. Like the idiot that I am.
"Hi. I couldnt help but notice your....ah....order. I happen to be very turned on by a woman who knows what she wants." I say, quite lamely.
"Oh really? You coulndt help but notice my order? Or shall we say...attributes?" She replys without even blinking her long, thick, black eyelashes. Either her mascera is amazing, or its natural. And Im going with the latter.
"Um...um...um..." I stutter, slightly intimidated by her.
"Smart response." She says, and rolls her eyes.
I then hear myself say, "Well, do you at least have a pen I can borrow?"
"If giving you one will make you go away, then yes." She hands me a pen, and I take my recipt and write: want to fuck sometime? You look like some one with a rep...call me. (562)2812591.
I hand her the pen and recipt. She reads it as her drink comes up. "Jaz, your drink!"
"Look, I may be a slut," she grabs her dink, "but Im not a whore." She sticks her finger in the whipped cream, amd sucks it off very sexily. "Later." She crumples the paper and throws it on the floor, and stalks out, ass swaying and hour glass figure taunting me.