Giving The Reader A Taste
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Lisa finds herself in New York City for a meeting. Needing something sweet and something to wash it down with, she encounters Deena in a coffee shop who offers to fill those needs. Deena has no idea that Lisa is actually her favorite author who is about to turn fantasy into reality and later reality into fiction. Escapades in an alley lead to accolades in the hotel room as the two of them come together to fuel Lisa’s next book.
Giving The Reader A Taste
I check the time. I have about an hour or so to kill before my big meeting today. I’m craving a warm delicious cappuccino and a sweet pastry. New York City is truly an amazing place filled with so many shops and restaurants. It has an amazing vibe. Everyone is so energized. It makes me feel alive. The only thing that’s nerve wracking are the crowds of people…everywhere.
As I pay the taxi cab driver, I grab my leather jacket and glance across the street spotting a local hip coffee shop right away. Beautiful women sit outside sipping piping hot lattes on this beautiful sunny afternoon that is warming up fast.
All eyes are on me as I walk across the street nearing the entrance. I get attention wherever I go. Maybe it’s my tight fit body? My confident sexy walk? My sparkling hazel eyes or my short brown hair? Whatever it is, I love the attention, but sometimes it gets me into trouble. I’m in my thirties and have a muscular, yet sexy womanly frame with ample breasts. My biceps are laced in tattoos. It’s sort of an addiction of mine, being covered in beautiful sexy artwork. I definitely would categorize myself as pretty fluid with a slight shift toward butch. My love is my motorcycle. Back home, I’m constantly riding and hanging with some of my close biker chicks. I’m currently single and love my life, but at times it can get lonely and it would be nice to hold a girl all night long and kiss her full cherry lips when we wake up together in bed. It’s so hard for me to find a girl who will take me seriously and see past my exterior. Yeah, I’m that girl. All the sexy lesbians want to fuck me and then it stops there. They want to brag to their friends. It’s funny that whenever I meet a hot girl for our first date she usually mistakes me for a musician resembling a sexy rocker chick. I wish. I have special talents using my expert thrusting fingers and my lashing tongue, but playing music or singing aren’t one of them.
I slip inside the coffee shop. Damn the lines are long. I run my fingers through my silky short dark brown hair gazing at my hazel eyes reflecting in the mirror behind the counter. A few silky strands slip over my eye, as I playfully flip my head back, running my fingertips through my hair. I gain the attention of a few beautiful women gawking and winking at me in line.
I glance down at my cell checking the time. There are a few customers in front of me. As I near the barista, I get lost in her beautiful sparkling blue eyes and golden blond hair shining under the intense lighting.
“Can I help you?”
Her smile is wide, grinning ear to ear. She licks her lips lingering her gaze on my mouth as I speak. Fire ignites in her eyes. She’s full of desire. I see that look all the time, and it never gets old.
“I’ll have a cappuccino and a cinnamon roll.”
She smiles and whispers. “I’ve never seen you around here before. You’re so damn sexy. Are you a musician?”
I smile loving the attention. “No, I’m not, but I’m flattered that you think I am. I’m in the city for a couple days on business.”
She hands me my order and writes her number down on the back of my receipt. “Well, I get off of work in an hour. If you’re interested in sticking around, I can transform your business trip into a more pleasurable one.” She winks. Her cheeks are crimson red. Her right hand teases me as she arches her back and playfully caresses her breasts over her tight shirt while biting her lip. She’s full of desire.
I lick my lips. My pussy clenches. My clit aches and pulsates as my eyes descend down to her prominent breasts. Her nipples are hard and press deliciously against her white t-shirt. I imagine spreading her legs wide and trailing my fingertips slowly along her heated flesh until I tease her over her sticky panties, if she’s even wearing any. Back and forth, I’d run my fingertips up and down her slit making her eyes flutter and her clit swell under my touch. Then, I’d slip her panties to the side only when she couldn’t take it anymore and thrust two fingers deep inside her wet folds, deeper and deeper making her moan. God, I’m so wet thinking about fucking her in my mind. I take a breath and turn away trying to step back into reality. I wink and look around for an available seat.
“See you later,” she whispers.
I flirt back. “If you’re lucky.” I nod and walk off letting the pulsations in my swollen nub settle down.
Through the crowd of customers racing to obtain the very last seats in the coffee shop, I nearly drop my cappuccino. Right away my eyes are instantly drawn to her. Her long flowing brown hair with a hint of auburn highlights shines in the warm rays of sunshine reflecting off the window in the far right corner. I weave in and out across the room trying to avoid bumping into the crowds of customers and notice there is a vacant seat beside her. I’m sure she’s with someone, but I’m hoping she’s available. I try to look away, but she’s so beautiful…so breathtaking. She turns and faces me and smiles, her beautiful dark brown eyes locking with mine.
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