Too much pepper she mutered to herself and annoyingly slammed the shaker on the table.Not many tables around, about 8 maybe lazy tourits lounging or 4th wave hippies who live in the area.Smell of burning maal. Sound of her fork on the plate. My hot sweet honey lemon mint tea.... Waiting.sound of asian dub foundation on the speakers.
She spirits free and freed her to the mountains. We still haven;t spoken much and she is pretty much a stranger to me. Maybe it was just her red hair and Cute facial expression which made me come along. I am already thinking dirty things. I am picturing her in various sexual positions.
Her head bending backwards in doggy style, my hands on her ass guiding her forwards and backwards. I’d like to think she has a nasty Tattoo on her bum, a drunken tramp stamp. Her unshaven pusssy hair ....sweaty. My hands glide forward to feel her nipples.
She shoots me an intense look as if she knows what I am thinking about. But it;s only because I have been staring at her for half a minute As I fuck her in my mind. Women can feel these things. She smiles. Tells me my tea is growing old.I smile back. It’s almost like a smile post an orgasm. I want her. I don;t know her or her favorite band but my cock years to Splash all over her bosom in her mouth on her hair all over her.
She takes out a book out of her bag.i lean back. She stretches her legs under the table and leans back to read norwegian wood.murakami. I see her toes. Unkept yet ... They would be lethal in black nailcolor and high heels to match. I can imagine them on my shoulder when I am pounding her pussy late in the night amongst the creaking of the crickets and the bed.
When is a definite occurrence. If is not.
I am talking when already...