A late night party girl

Depending on which night the cafe decides to be open, the late night customers come trickling in. The owner and his staff would be serving at least half a dozen or so late shift workers, pensioners or teenagers out to have a chat with their friends. Tonight was a weekend night, so the usual crowd came to pay patronage to their favorite midnight hangout. Social gatherings were not the only thing they came for however. Even though the nightclubs were a ways away, many were hoping that some of the white foreigners who frequent those places would come around, and so far, there had always been at least one for them to enjoy as their own night time entertainment.

Soon enough, the relative peace of the cafe fell silent as the first white tourist of the night graced the premises. The 30-ish year old brunette was dressed in a black strapless one piece that showed off her shoulders and significant amounts of cleavage. With the crumpled fabric, general dishevel of her dress and the rosey color of her cheeks, it was clear that she had had a little too much to drink before coming here, alone with her panties showing from the short skirt riding up her stockinged thighs. Everyone from the front to the back of the shop had their eyes glued onto her like wolves to meat, visible tents rising up from their pants. She half tottered her way to the front counter where the owner eyed her up from head to toe, listening to her slur as she attempted to tell him what she wanted. Knowing some English words, the owner figured out that she had lost her way trying to find the train station and that she needed to get back to her apartment at the upper side of town.

With an innocent smile, he pretended to not understand her request for directions, and instead pulled out the menu, pointing at the page containing the White Milk Special in a nonchalant 'misunderstanding' that she instead wanted to order something. As he did so, she was shaking her head from left to right, leaning into the counter to press her covered tits against the wood, repeating what she had said to him a couple more times in drunken frustration. She took one look at the picture in the menu, and her disgruntled tone changed to slur of elation.

Fishing out a note from her purse, she slapped the 50 onto the table, not even caring that it was US currency instead of the local one, "Sure~! I'll hav- a few a' dose! Gonna need 'ta shober up anyways. Jenny's gon' be mad if I 'git home all drunk 'n stuff!"

She casually reached behind her waist to pull down the zipper of her dress, without a single care for the multitudes of local men who were only meters away from her. Everyone watched as she stripped it off, jaws dropping at the sight of her luscious round tits as they jiggled free from the tight fitting fabric. They continued to gawk at her as she pulled down her panties, giving whoever was behind her an amazing view of her tight cheeks and trimmed pussy.