I felt like giving the old Tom Cruise fist pump and dancing on the restaurant booth at my good luck. I was as casual as I could possibly be when I slid into my usual spot and flipped the plastic menu around, pretending to read. In fact, I was surreptitiously studying her fine, round ass. “Hey you,” she said as she approached, coffee pot in hand, “I think this is starting to be a regular thing. Are people going to start talking?” This is only my fifth time in here, but of course I’ve jerked off across the street at night more times than I can count. I immediately felt a jolt of panic, thinking she meant this, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. “Yeah, I come here for the coffee,” I replied and held out my mug. I swear it was even more beat up than the last one I had. “Is that it?” she asked and winked before she turned around. I was a little taken aback, I hadn’t imagined her so bold.
