Nothing too unusual for Jessica.

Jessica yawned and stretched lazily. The sunlight was filtering through her apartment window and she guessed it was around 9:00 a.m. She had stayed up late the night before playing video games and would have been late for work, had she not quit.

Jessica had recently received a large inheritance from what was apparently a distant relative. It wasn't enough that she'd never have to work again, but it was well into six figures and she decided to take a little break from working. This was month two of voluntary unemployment and she was thoroughly enjoying it.

As she got dressed, she thought about walking around with her titties out. The idea of people staring, gawking, made her- well, uncomfortable. Why was she even thinking about that kind of thing? She shook her head and grabbed her purse.

Jessica walked to her favorite coffee shop a few blocks from her house. It was a beautiful morning and the coffee shop was directly across the street from a lovely park where some college kids were tossing around a frisbee. She paused outside the cafe and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of roasting coffee and baked goods.

Her reverie was cut short by a frisbee to the side of the head. She heard the shouting of the players in the park and a young man sprinted over, his face red.

"Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry! That one kind of got away from us." He scooped up the frisbee and offered an apologetic smile. I ought to tear off his face and throw it back like a frisbee, she thought. Jessica blinked, alarmed by the brutal idea that passed unbidden through her mind.

"That's ok, I get it. Accidents happen!" She noticed him staring at her cleavage and uncharacteristically thrust it out a little to get his attention. It proved very effective. Were her tits bigger this morning? And why did she keep thinking of them as tits?

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Still, I'd love to buy your coffee as an apology. I'm Trevor."

Was he hitting on her? "Jessica, and you really don't have to. I don't-"

"Really, I insist." He interrupted her, the little shit. She had a momentary urge to reach down his pants, grab hold of his undoubtedly tiny cock, and tear it off. She took a moment to clear her head, then agreed.

In the shop, she ordered a small cafe au lait and Trevor took out his wallet. He dutifully paid for it, then turned to talk to her.

"So, do you work around here? I haven't seen you around?" His attempts not to stare at her chest were unsuccessful. She drew closer to him, her voice taking on a sultry tone she'd never heard from her own lips before.

"Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough. I'm living off some savings right now, taking a little staycation. I love it, but-" she placed her hand over his, "-it gets a little lonely."

She was immediately aware of his erection. The bewildered look on his face confirmed her suspicion that he didn't expect results from his heavy-handed flirting. He stammered out a little response.

"Oh, I uh... Do you want to hang out?" He knew as soon as the words had left his mouth that they sounded lame. She laughed huskily in response. The barista put the coffee on the counter between them.

"Can I get this to go?" she asked, never breaking eye contact.