"Black with two splendas."
"I'm buying."
J moves to the counter and orders from the barista. I stand behind her and I take a few steps back to get a better sense of her. She's wearing a long dark wool cape-mid calf with mid height black heels. Expensive good quality shoes. I am no foot fetishist but I am attracted to women who wear sensible high quality shoes.
Her calf muscles are well defined, her legs dark in the midst of a fading winter. She is about 5'5" and weighs about 145. She carries her weight well and through a lot of hours at the gym creates the appearance of weighing 20 lbs less.
She turns, hands me a venti and searches for a private table.
"Here" dropping her blacks eyes demurely she moves to a chair with its back to the door.
I move to slide her chair out.
"Thank you!"
As she sits she attempts to move her cape off her shoulders. With one hand I sweep her hair aside. It is black, thick, dense, heavy. I assist her in the removal of the coat and with the same hand, sweep her hair back into place.
Taking a seat across from her, I place my coffee on the table with both hands encircling it.
"Hot?"
"Yes!"
"Thanks!"
"I meant the coffee J." I grin and try to put on my best boyish smile.
She reaches across and takes my hands into hers. Her grip is strong.
"I'm buying."
J moves to the counter and orders from the barista. I stand behind her and I take a few steps back to get a better sense of her. She's wearing a long dark wool cape-mid calf with mid height black heels. Expensive good quality shoes. I am no foot fetishist but I am attracted to women who wear sensible high quality shoes.
Her calf muscles are well defined, her legs dark in the midst of a fading winter. She is about 5'5" and weighs about 145. She carries her weight well and through a lot of hours at the gym creates the appearance of weighing 20 lbs less.
She turns, hands me a venti and searches for a private table.
"Here" dropping her blacks eyes demurely she moves to a chair with its back to the door.
I move to slide her chair out.
"Thank you!"
As she sits she attempts to move her cape off her shoulders. With one hand I sweep her hair aside. It is black, thick, dense, heavy. I assist her in the removal of the coat and with the same hand, sweep her hair back into place.
Taking a seat across from her, I place my coffee on the table with both hands encircling it.
"Hot?"
"Yes!"
"Thanks!"
"I meant the coffee J." I grin and try to put on my best boyish smile.
She reaches across and takes my hands into hers. Her grip is strong.
"Do you really own a Mercedes?"
"Yes. You can see it on the way out. Why do you ask?"
"C. My partner is of the opinion that you don't own a Mercedes and among other things-that you frequent prostitutes."
"Your partner...you're bi...um no I don't frequent prostitutes. In the first place, this is not about sex, in the second place-do I look like a man who needs to use escorts? To answer your question or at least respond to C, I have never paid for sex and quite honestly, I'd rather date my right hand. Besides, it knows it's way around my cock better than any woman. Does C know you're meeting me? She doesn't approve?"
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