What’s got you horny?

My imagination can indeed roll away at times. Interestingly, always in the same direction. Just head over to your local shop and look for me. You never know what you might find!
It's a also beautiful sunny day here. He might find me sitting drinking a cup of coffee in the sun with my kindle open. Sit next to me if you dare.
 
What is it about a coffee shop? When the Sun is shining and i am sitting down, enjoying reading, when the scent of a woman, catches senses. I look around only to see a beautiful woman doing the same. Are eyes catch and she looks down. I follow her eyes and see her beautiful breast.
Alerting me that we must meet....
 
Meet we must, her beautiful breasts signal me in a very overly way. She catches me with a naughty smile on her face enjoying her pert message. I feel a stirring between us, as it's getting harder and harder for me to concentrate on whatever I read. I notice that she's not reading at all now.
 
Anticipation.

Meeting my mistress this evening and a no-holes-barred, lingerie-clad, wet and horny fuck- and squirt-fest is on the cards.

Already shaved myself porn-star smooth and I'll be there first, so final prep will take place because I adore having my ass eaten by her, and I'll greet her at my hotel door in heels, Italian stockings and very sheer bra and panties.
 
This thought...

It's a beautiful day here. A little chilly still, but clear blue skies. The perfect type of day to wear a low-cut top with no bra. Just cool enough for my nipples to visibly protrude.
I think I'll visit a coffee shop and sit outside reading a book, surreptitiously leaning forward when I catch the eye of another customer entering the establishment, to provide a glimpse down my top.
If the other tables are full, perhaps someone will ask to join me and make small talk. Maybe the talk will evolve (devolve) into double entenderes and some playful thigh touching.
If so, that touching and the conversation might progress to more direct conversation, thigh squeezing, and an offer to take a walk down to an infrequently visited part of a nearby park.
And during that stroll, we might stop at a large tree and remove the aforementioned top all together. And maybe the bottoms as well.
Then, the conversation will likely cease and the action pick up until the only sounds are bodies slapping together and moans.

We'll see. It is a glorious day.
You paint such a delightfully seductive encounter full of tease and flirt 😋
 
Walked around Epcot all day admiring the MILFs and GILFs, especially those wearing the short-short frilled skirts, none of which, unfortunately, seemed to cover thongs (all glimpses seemed to be lycra shorts). 🥵

Now catching up on the Lit threads has made me quite... happy to be here! 💚
 
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