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The cafe

We were the only customers sitting outside the cafe but the park itself was still open and people were enjoying the outdoors.

After I sat down I could immediately tell she was up to something - she had a horrible tell when she was horny and feeling mischievous. A sort of smile that said "I'm going to show you I'm a bit of a dirty slut", regardless of how I felt about things. I liked the fact she loved sharing her unabashed sexuality every now and then. Knowing that she was just, plain horny, and I just happened to be the lucky one to be in her orbit at the time, made it feel nice. Organic. I don't fucking know - I just love the fact she doesn't feel the need to perform for me, it's for her.

Her playful gaze fixed on me and she gently bounced her knee closest to me back and forth. That's when I noticed that she had removed her underwear, probably while using the restroom as I ordered food.

Her rocking knee was like a metronome. Each slow rock back and forth showed me more of her inner thighs and then beautiful pussy. She waxed but hadn't been for a month or so, so a fine layer of fuzz covered her mound and lips. As she relaxed her rocking slowed. 

At last she opened her legs and paused. Just for a few seconds but enough for me to soak in the wonderful view and for my cock to register interest by tightening, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

"When are you going to fuck me?" she said, staring at me.

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