Talk to her

What is the worse that could happen? Talking to her was a step up from just sitting here like an idiot.

"Hey." I said after gathering some amount of courage.

"Hi." She replied, her voice a light tingle.

"Here for a drink?"

"Yeah. Its pretty hot out."

This was a good start. I've never gone this far with a woman of this caliber before. This was usually the point where she would just take her drink and ship out to a free table, but she was still here, sitting next to me. She had turned her attention slightly more to me now, seemingly quite interesting in talking. The more she talked, the more she was turning her upper body towards me. Her tits were now off the counter and almost in front of me now, fingers playing with the glass in her hand. We introduced ourselves, and her name apparently was Vivian, or Vivi for short.

"So what brings you out here in the morning?" I asked, trying my best to act casual with the small talk.

"Ah, I just come out here for a swim every now and then. I live just a couple of blocks down the avenue."

"Where all the condos are?"

"Yeah."

So she was one of the rich girls who lived in the suites. I wondered what her lifestyle must be like, so I started to ask. Surprisingly, she answered my queries without much hesitation. Her dad was some rich businessman that owned a boat trading company. Not just any type of boat either. The really super expensive ones that sell for millions. She says that she sometimes goes out in her own private yacht with a few friends. I envied that kind of wealthy lifestyle. No need to work. Just play and spend money all day.

I was taken aback when she suddenly slipped an arm into mine, leaning herself closer. The touch of her smooth skin gave me goosebumps, and my cock a hard twitch when I felt her warm mounds press against my arm.

"I don't mind if you came out with us some time."

Vivi's words came almost like honey, sweetened to the point of a whisper. Her face was right next to mine, those incredible eyes and dazzling smile locking me into place. I could smell the scent of her shampoo and the warmth of her breath against the side of my cheek.

This woman was now trying to seduce me. How? Why was this happening? Just yesterday, I was completely devoid of female company. Now, some high class lady is clinging onto my arm.