Paul Larkin sat drinking black coffee alone in the Addison’s café in Shallowfield just killing some time and he noticed her instantly as she entered, Dolores Genuardi, he was powerless to resist the movement of his eyes, as like magnets they were drawn towards the striking young woman's and her stunning beauty, her hair appeared black as a raven's wing as it caressed the dark caramel skin of her shoulders, but with the sun shining through the fine strands they betrayed its true brunette nature.
But out of the sun her hairs dark lustre framed the simple beauty of her face, which he studied as he took another sip.
Firstly her full moist lips which broadened into a smile, the delicate
curve of her small nose and the hypnotic depth of her dark brown eyes which looked back at him and held his gaze, and as if reading his thoughts they burned through him and touched his soul.
Dolores was distracted momentarily so his eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness of her neck and shoulders until reaching her bountiful breasts, where white lace fringed their fullness, he met her eyes again and her smile broadened and her cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of his loins.
She turned away and he continued his lustful journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her firm buttocks like a second skin hugging her contours as he longed to do.
As she sat down at an adjacent table and his gaze once more returned to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they rearranged themselves within their lacy confines.
And then their eyes met again and she smiled, knowing his thoughts and revelling in them.
The blushing Spanish maiden had to look away and fumbled in her bag while she regained her composure as the embers’ glowed within her of what could become an unquenchable fire.
She took out a cigarette in her slender fingers and he noticed her hand tremble for a moment before placing it between her luscious lips and he envied its intimacy with her mouth.
Paul reached across and the void between their tables and offered her a light.
Dolores smiled as he lit it and he joined her where he bought her coffee and they talked and laughed then drank more coffee and talked and laughed some more.
His eyes still took every opportunity to peruse her fine young body as he was held captive by her Spanish eyes, but as he looked upon her sweet face, they were only biding their time until the moment when she would use him to quell the fire uncontrollably burning inside her and he would look into her Spanish eyes as her pretty face contorted in orgasmic bliss.
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