The Calm Doesn't Last

Sam finished his breakfast, then shut sat there, basking in the serenity of his free truly free moment in some time. He drank his coffee, then let his mind wander. He wasn't thinking about the time, or his activities, or pussy.

But, like most things, it was just a passing moment. It quickly slipped through his fingers when a skinny tan girl with reddish brown hair stepped onto the cafe deck. She was wearing the shortest pink miniskirt he'd ever seen: Even the slightest breeze or high-step would reveal her small, but pronounced bubble-shaped butt and her shaved pussy. Sam was immediately fixated on her body, and his body started to respond. By the time she passed by his table, his hard-on was at full attention. The girl caught him staring, locked her big hazel eyes with his, and blew him a kiss as she turned and got in line.

By now, it was near the end of breakfast time, which meant it was peak "grab a cup of coffee and go" time. The line was long and she was going to be stuck in line for awhile. Sam was tempted to go talk to her, but he didn't want to break the calm. He was told that this place wasn't for random hookups, and he wanted to honor that.