Flirt with Tanya

“So, how do you like your coffee?” You enquire.

“Like my women,” Tanya replies with a bright grin. She has a valley girl drawl with a raising of pitch at the end of her sentence, making the statement sound like a question.

“Hmm, I can agree with that sentiment,” you say with a returning grin. She was damn fine looking…

And she was giving you just the right kind of jitters in your core. “Would you like to…”

Tanya looks around then reaches to the nearby table and grabs a pen. She reaches out and takes your wrist firmly in her grip and leans in, pulling you a little closer. She smells of a heady perfume. Something exotic and spiced that you savour as she breaths warm and hot on the nape of your neck, goosebumping flesh and jittering your core in just the right way. She brings the pen to her mouth and places the top slowly in her mouth as you realise you have an excellent view of her lovely cleavage, her cups parting from her breasts and giving you a glimpse of her nipple. She unsheaths the pen, the top gripped in her white teeth, her eyes on your eyes, and your eyes are on her nipples, and she smiles and spits out the top and twists your wrist with a gentle firmness, in control, and she writes her number on your wrist, her eyes on your eyes. She has beautiful eyes.