The busty blonde

Before doing anything at all, Markus wanted to examine his target. She was hot, that was for sure, busy working with her laptop so she didn’t notice him staring. Long and blond hair, a healthy D-cup with natural cleavage under her fancy crop top, rounded hips. Her face was very expressive, the type of girl who might come across as intimidating though. Time would tell.

Looking at her proud top, he thought she could be expecting her boyfriend to show up any moment. Time to check it out.

New rule: Girls who don't have a boyfriend must wear a 12 inch skirt without tights.

Without any expectations he looked around him. The topless waitress was still wearing the same knee-length skirt. His classmate little Mary was now wearing a 12 inch skirt and she looked a little uncomfortable in it. No surprises there. The woman with the bewildered look was wearing the same jeans as before, no need to pay attention.

The big surprise was indeed the busty blonde, his target, wearing a short white 12 inch pleated skirt. She looked very hot now, long legs, amazing thighs, round. His body had reacted before he realized it. Go fuck this chick, his body told him, the earliest opportunity. The blonde was still working at her laptop, hardly aware of any changes.

So she was single, good to know, good to know in any coffeeshop as a matter of fact. It wasn’t clear to Markus if men were even slightly aware of the message behind the very short skirts that appeared here and there. They probably were, and still a little unaccustomed to it. In any case, he shouldn't lose time. He stepped up and sat down next to the blonde.

"Hi, i just noticed your nice outfit and decided to say hi. My name is Markus."

"O yes, sure, ehhm, hi, i'm Kate. Yes i see, yes sure."

"You look stunning, and we might have some things to talk about. But maybe you were working, i get that, don't want to be rude of course."

"Thanks. Well... Geez this thing is really short, i never do that normally, you know. Ehmm. I mean wearing... " She sat cross legged and now tried to sit up and smooth out the skirt, but it had the opposite effect. A glimpse of inviting blue panties was visible for a short moment. Light blue panties. It made Markus horny as hell. Her voice was smooth, just a little insecure. Markus was even more determined but reacted politely: "It's fine, I can go if you're busy"

"No no, you're welcome. To be honest, I don't feel like working right now. It's almost as if I'm in a dance club, and even then. Still need to get used to all this, it's new. Geez, this could easily be embarrassing." She closed her laptop in one go, and took a good look at her new conversation partner. "Markus you said? Nice to meet you."

Markus looked as if he couldn't help it. "Hi. Yes I get that. At least you chose the outfit yourself, right? "

She nodded. "Well, you know how these things go. I don't quite remember. Don't get me wrong, I get the idea, it's probably good for girls like me but it's just ... a little unusual and something to... Geez this is something..." She looked at her thighs twice, tried to pull her skirt down half an inch and looked slightly uncomfortable. Her embarrassment made her even more sexy.

Markus found a range of other topics to talk about: work, school, going out. Took him a good 15 minutes. He made a few jokes in between and kept on glancing at her thighs when she wasn’t looking. Blue underwear, where are you? No more? Every now and then he glanced at her D-cup and the obvious cleavage. She must have noticed. The blue panties had made him horny as hell He told himself that he was going to fuck her no matter what. Just wanted to do it in a kind of sociable, acceptable setting.

"So when was this break up with your last boyfriend?", assuming she had had a few.

"Half a year ago"

"I see. Those things are never easy. I know from experience." She nodded, looking a little suspicious.

Markus continued: "Well, I don't mean to be rude, but half a year that's quite a long time. For a young woman, good-looking. Rules sometimes serve a purpose, right?"

"I guess", she smiled politely and stayed silent. Markus nodded and put his right hand on her knee and started a soft stroke towards her inner thigh. Holy fuck, this felt good. Kate politely took his hand, put it aside and changed the topic. At least, she tried. Something about the weather being better than last week.

Do not apologize. One thing he had learned in previous encounters. He was determined and thought: I am going to fuck this chick and she will love it. He politely said he needed to check his phone because of a message from work.

He took his phone from his bag. "Yes, I thought so..." he said out loud, as if he was talking about work. He took a pencil and made a little note in a book.

"New rule: Girls who are single must have sex at least once a day."

He then turned back to her. Kate looked a bit puzzled, and uncertain. She took the new rule for granted - simply the way it is. She needed to find a way to get laid before midnight and she knew it. Or else... trouble. Markus was just a convenient partner who happened to be there. Markus put his both hands on her thighs, moved them inwards and looked her in the eye. "You know, Kate, it's better with somebody you know. I don’t mean to be rude, I just present you an opportunity. Nothing outrageous or anything, not in public, safe, good foreplay." He kept his both hands on her thighs, slowly stroking her. When his fingers reached the hem of her skirt, he continued underneath her skirt for an inch, without touching any panties. Hot chick she was. This was the foreplay.

It had the effect he intended. She whispered in his ear, a little self-conscious: "It's just.. I haven't been with a guy for half a year".

He stroked her thighs with his thumb, still without touching any panties. "Well, things happen for a reason. Soft and firm. Call it the full body treatment. You need it, I need it. Safe, of course. At my place, we walk two blocks, I cook you something. We slowly undress. Massage. Shower. You could finish your email first and I'll wait at the bar."

"Can we? Thank you Markus, thanks a lot. You're very generous. I'm really happy we met, I wouldn't know what else to do in such a short time. You're a problem solver, a good conversation and the rest looks promising."

Markus gave her a minute to finish a mail she had been writing and took another look at her endless cleavage. This was left untouched for half a year? Double D or what did they call this, moving as she took breaths. His talk about dinner might pose a little problem, but he would find something. The fridge was big enough.

He couldn't help noticing how his classmate Mary looked very uncomfortable. He noticed a glimpse of some cute white fabric underneath her skimpy skirt. He wrote her a note and put it on her table "Mary, your coffee is on me. I urge you: don't do anything silly that you wouldn't normally do. Go home, and wait until 9pm."

Markus put the rulebook in his bag, together with an eraser for later this evening. He walked to the bar and left 20 dollars, explaining it was coffee for three. The topless waitress looked happy. Mary left, still nervous but also relieved.

He then sat next to Kate again, and put her hands around her hips. She whispered lightly, "I'm done dear", put her laptop in her bag and stood up. Yes, the light blue panties were back in sight. The shapes were inviting. He laid his hand on her upper arm, her hair, then moved downwards until it was fully on and over her skirt. She took his arm and wanted him to follow, two blocks to his home. He stood still and looked her in the eye: "Give me a kiss."