She had some massive tits that were only half hidden by her strapless grey top. The fabric was tight and stretchy, struggling to contain them, the top edge dipping low enough that I could see the thin line of purple lace from her bra peeking out above it. Every time she shifted her weight, her breasts jiggled slightly, the soft curves pressing against the material like they were about to spill over completely.
"Hey! You spilled my coffee, dumbass," she snapped, voice sharp and annoyed.
"Who's gonna pay for that?" Her tone was commanding, almost threatening, just like Mike's. She stared me down without flinching, waiting for an answer.
"I-I'm so sorry." I apologized instantly, voice shaky. I didn't want to make a scene. I didn't want any mess like the one with Mike all over again. I just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
"I'll pay for that." I shoved my hands into my pockets in a hurry, fumbling for my wallet to pull out some cash before she could say anything else.
"Well, that's given." she said, eyes narrowing.
"But what about my dress? What are you gonna do about it? "She pointed down at herself. My eyes followed, and I froze.
Her blue short denim jeans were soaked now, the dark coffee stain spreading across the front, clinging to her skin. Her flat stomach and thin waist, outlining the smooth, tanned skin underneath.
The jeans flared out over her wide hips, hugging every curve tightly. Coffee dripped slowly down her legs, glistening trails running along her thick, tanned thighs, making them shine.
Her thighs were firm yet soft-looking, the kind that would feel plush under my hands if I ever touched them. The wet spot on her jeans made the denim darker right over her mound.
I swallowed hard, heat rushing to my face.
I-I will... I can... I'm sorry... your—" I started to stutter, words tumbling out in a mess. I didn't know what to do now. My face felt hot, hands shaking as I fumbled in my pocket for money, trying to make this end as fast as possible.
A grin slowly formed on her face as she watched me panic. It wasn't angry anymore—it was amused, almost playful, like she was enjoying how flustered I was.
"Hehe... you are so cute~" she said, her voice light and teasing now. She stepped closer, hips swaying just a little, closing the gap between us until I could smell her perfume mixed with the faint coffee on her skin.
"Wh-what?" I glanced around quickly. A few people at nearby tables were staring at us silently, some whispering, others pretending not to look. My ears burned even hotter.
"You look so cute. I like boys like you." she added, stepping right up to the table. She picked up a small stack of tissues from the dispenser, her long fingers wrapping around them slowly.
"Ma'am, Sir, is there any problem?" A waiter hurried over, looking between us with a worried frown.
"No, everything's fine." she answered smoothly, already dabbing the tissues against her flat stomach.
"Just spilled the coffee, that's all." She wiped slowly, starting from her toned belly and moving down to her smooth, glistening thighs.
The coffee had soaked into her tight denim shorts, making the blue fabric darker and clingier. As she wiped, the tissues slid over her skin, collecting the sticky liquid. Her thighs looked even more tempting up close—thick, tanned, and shiny from the spilled coffee dripping down them in slow trails. The way she moved the tissues made her breasts jiggle slightly under the strapless top, the purple lace of her bra peeking out more as she leaned forward.
"Alright, ma'am. I'll clean that up. Would you like another coffee?" the waiter asked, already reaching for a rag.
"Yeah, of course," she replied, voice polite and sweet now.
"Can you get me the same one, please?" The waiter nodded and hurried off.
I stood there, still stunned by how fast her attitude had changed. Just a second ago she'd looked like a wild cat ready to tear into me. Now she was suddenly calm, almost flirty, calling me... cute?
"I'm so sorry." I apologized again, bowing my head a little respectfully. "It was my fault. I'll pay for everything."
"Hmm..." She tilted her head, that grin still playing on her lips, making me feel even more uneasy.
"My coffee is ruined, but you can just pay for the new one. That'll do." She stepped closer again, her tanned thighs brushing lightly against the edge of the table. The wet denim of her shorts gleamed under the café lights, outlining the curve of her hips and the soft swell between her legs even more clearly.
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"Ma'am, here's your coffee. Would you like anything, sir?" the waiter asked politely as she set the fresh cup down on the table in front of the woman.
"No, thanks." I said quickly, waving my hand to dismiss him. The waiter nodded and walked off, leaving us alone again.
I looked around the café, feeling trapped and restless. Why was I still sitting here? I'd just wanted to leave, pay for the spill, and get out of this mess. But now I was stuck, forced to stay because she wouldn't let me go. I took small glances at her while pretending to wipe the coffee stain on my shirt with a stack of tissues. The wet fabric clung to my chest, cold and uncomfortable, but I kept dabbing at it anyway, trying to look busy.
She sat across from me, sipping her new coffee slowly, her sharp eyes fixed on me the whole time. It felt like she was staring straight into my soul, unblinking, like she could see every nervous thought running through my head. I tried not to meet her gaze, focusing instead on the table, the tissues, anything else.
When I'd offered her money for the coffee earlier, she'd refused with that same amused grin. she'd said it's not enough, I stained her dress so sit with her until she finishes her coffee. I didn't had a choice. The way she said it, calm but firm, made it clear she wasn't asking. So here I was, sitting awkwardly, wiping my shirt for the hundredth time while she watched me like I was some kind of entertainment.
"Are you from ### school?" she suddenly asked, placing her cup down on the table with a soft clink. Her voice was casual, but her eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and curious.
To be continued…
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