I was out walking about 9 PM down a popular and busy street that is lined with little outdoor cafes, art galleries, and specialty boutiques. The weather was great, and I was wearing a little slightly see-thru white sun dress with a sexy white bra and thong set underneath. It’s just see-thru enough to get the guys taking a second look as I walk by them. Yes, I love the attention, and I do love to be flirted with.
As I was walking by one of the little outdoor cafes, I saw a really hot guy that got my attention and gave me some major tingles. I tried to make eye contact with him, but he was too busy looking at his laptop. So, I kept on walking down the street, just enjoying the day. I could not get the hot guy I saw off my mind. I really wanted to meet him. OK, I wanted him to ravish me. Really, really bad. This guy was so hot, I could probably have an orgasm just looking at him.
I decided to walk back to the cafe and see if I could at least make eye contact with him. When I got to the cafe, he was placing his order with the waitress. I noticed the table beside him was empty. I was determined to at least get his number or give him mine. So, I went into the cafe and sat down at the empty table beside him and ordered a coffee and a glazed cinnamon bun.
It did not take long at all for my order to arrive. I took a sip out of my coffee and could not resist running my finger through the gooey white glaze on the cinnamon bun and then sucking and licking it off of my finger. OK, if I don’t get the guy, this cinnamon bun tastes so decadent, it may just give me an orgasm.
I kept trying to get him to notice me, but I could not seem to get his attention off of his laptop. I guess he was getting some work done. A few moments later, an idea about how to get his attention popped into my head. A devilish one at that. Oh, if this did not get his attention, nothing would.
I picked up my phone and pretended that I was making a phone call. I waited a few seconds and then pretended that a girlfriend of mine answered. I started pretending I was having a conversation with her. After a few minutes of idle fake chit chat, I said, “Jessica, I’ve got a slight problem.” I paused like she was responding to me, and then continued, “For some strange reason I am extremely horny. I really need a big fat cock. I want to suck and deep throat it until I can start tasting a little pre-cum. Then I want the guy to fuck my brains out until I can’t take it anymore. Have you ever been that horny?” Again, I paused for a few moments like she was talking to me. I then continued, “I’m tempted to just pick up a total stranger and let him have his way with me. In fact, I think that is what I am going to do.”
After I pretended to hang up my phone, I noticed the hot guy was glancing over at me… desperate for his cock.
What happens next?
