In desperate need of an 'afternoon pick-me-up,' I stopped in a strip mall's Starbucks. While my Expresso Frappuccino with three expresso shots was being assembled, a woman stepped up behind me. With her approach, the air swirled about me like a localized whirlwind. A cloud of her presence activated my olfactory sense as I inhaled a whiff of her perfume. It was a scent I recognized. It was my favorite, Riva Gauche by VSL. With a Pavlovian response, that scent dilated the blood vessels of my cock.

I turned to see a lovely Hispanic woman. Well, she wasn't lovely. She was fucking hot. It had to be kismet that she was wearing that perfume. I had to find a way to talk with this woman.

"Put her drink on my card," I instructed the barista.

"Gracias, thank you."

"I know this may sound pretty lame, but you look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

"No, I don't think so."

"How about we take a couple minutes to savor our coffees at this table? I'd really appreciate your company. What's the harm?"

"I really should be going, but I do have a few minutes." Everything she spoke was so sexy because of her Spanish accent.

As she stepped to the table, I took in her visuals. She was wearing a very short, bright blue dress. It covered her butt but barely. God oh mighty, she had a great set of boobs, which were about to pop out of that dress. Her dark, brown hair was coiffured in a short bob that hung just covering her ears, which highlighted her lovely neck. Her feet were nestled in bright yellow, paten leather four-inch heels. I wondered if she was going to a fashion or porn shoot.

We began a conversation as I continued to absorb as much of her beauty as I could. Her dark brown eyes sparkled when she talked. Her fingers weren't extra long, but they looked soft with nails coated in an iridescent bronze polish. Her nails were long enough to leave scratches on your back but not ridiculously long.

I thought we were getting along well especially when she leaned forward and one of her nipples became exposed. She politely, but unfazed, pulled up her bosom cover, hardening my cock to another level.

A minute later during an animated hand gesture, her napkin fell to the floor. I bent over to retrieve it. I nearly passed out. She had her legs spread displaying a bright, yellow pair of panties that match her heels.

As I handed her that napkin, she smiled, saying, "Did you see anything you liked?"

"Most definitely."

She leaned forward placing her elbows on the table giving me a view of her cleavage and a glimpse of her nipples. They were erect.

"Can we go somewhere and continue this conversation?" I pleaded.

She reached in her purse and handed me a scrap of paper, saying, "Here's my number. Call me sometime."

My cock was about to rip its way out of my pants. She got to her feet and began to walk away. About fifteen feet from the table, she stopped and glanced over her left shoulder. She slowed her walk and swung her hips like she was strutting down the catwalk. I may have been reading something into nothing, but it had to be a signal.

I followed her the best I could. You can't run with a hard-on. I finally caught up to her as she rounded the corner.

"Wait, I don't even know your name." I knew I would be kicking my butt for life if I didn't at least know her name.

"So what's your name?"

She stared intently into my eyes, "Come with me."

I followed along like a dog waiting to be fed. She opened the door to an "Off the Rack" store. Walking quickly, she grabbed a dress off a rack then headed to a fitting room. I followed.

"Come in here and sit down there." I sat on the fitting room bench awaiting orders.

I was intrigued by all this and this woman in particular. She was like no woman I'd ever met.

She hung up the rack dress then slowly pulled down her dress exposing her cleavage to just above her nipples. Her half-moon areolas had risen.

"You have some marvelous tits."

"What would you do to them?"

"First, I would just look at them to sear them into my memory. I'd touch them. Play with your nipples until the harder even more then I'd suck them."

"Anything else?"

Since they were her prominent feature, I realized what she was thinking, "Then I'd fuck them and spray my cum all over them."

"Anything else after that??"

"I'd lick my cum off. I wouldn't want to stain your dress."

"Mmmm, anything else?" She put her leg on the bench and turned it to the side. I could see those yellow panties.

"I'd kiss up your leg as far as I could go."

"And how far is that?"

"To the promised land!"

"Why don't you start the trip." She slipped her fingers up under her dress and pulled those panties off.

Fuck!! I realize this was really happening. I love brown sugar and began kissing up her leg. Her skin was warm and soft. As I approach the final destination, I got a whiff of her aroma. My cock hardened into titanium.

She kicked off her heels, moved her foot to my crotch, and massaged my steel member. She had this devilish smirk on her face. I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was.

I was nearing the motherload. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I like teasing you, but you know that. Don't you?"

"I figured it out."

"Make me cum."

I've arrived, staring at a beautiful glistening slit - so smooth, so inviting and so tasty. I gave it a long, slow lick.

"Hmm, do that again."

I worked up a good load of spit and planted my tongue in her crevasse. It circled her clit and I slipped a finger into her wetness. I gently sucked her clit. She pushed her hips forward, grabbing my hair and pulling me in.

Oh my god, she tasted so good. I fingered her more quickly and sucked her clit. She began to hump my face, so I must have been doing something right.

"Yes, just like that."

I removed my fingers and shoved my tongue deep into her love canal.

Suddenly, she backed away. Oh fuck, I hope I hadn't blown this.

"What's wrong??"

"How bad do you want to fuck me?"

"I can't think of anything else right now!"

She turned around and pulled her dress up to her waist, spreading her cheeks. "Lick me now!!"

Fuck it, if that is what takes, hell yeah. I began licking and slurping her rosebud. She got frantic and pushed it onto my tongue.

"Yes, yes. Do it for me. Fuck me now."

She fumbled with my belt as she pulled down my pants. Holding my cock, she positioned it at the entrance to her womanhood. She rubbed the head on her clit. Damn, her pussy was drooling as she planted me into her wetness.

"My name is Silvia."

We fucked. Her pussy was so wet. She began to bounce up and down. Her tits were bouncing in my face. I sucked on a nipple.

"Yes, suck my boobs. Bite them."

I complied with this vixen's instructions. She fell onto my cock hard and gyrated her hips back and forth and in a circular motion. Jesus, this was the best fuck of my life.

My hand found her clit and began to massage it.

"Yes, yes, do that."

She bit her lip trying to stifle her orgasm. My head was buried in her tits. I felt a gush of liquid flood my crotch as Silvia pulled my head more tightly against her boobs. I could hardly breathe.

I pumped her sweet pussy a few more strokes before I began flooding her with my own orgasm.

"Yes, cum for me. Cum in my pussy. I need you to suck it out. Will you do that?"

In the middle of an orgasm, the only answer to any question is, "Yes, whatever you want."

As my orgasm ebbed, she plopped herself on the bench and spread her legs. I saw my cum oozing from her sweet slit. I lapped it up like a good boy.

She straightened herself, pulled up her dress, saying, "Thank you again for the coffee. I've got to go. My husband is waiting."