While waiting for your coffee you see a women in a sexy black dress drop her wallet. You stop her and give her her wallet.

“Well, why thank you for letting me know. Say what’s your name”

Ah, Patricio, such a polite young man! I'm Linda, and it's always nice to meet someone who takes the time to help others out. Would you like me to buy you that coffee as a small token of appreciation? And perhaps we can chat for a bit over drinks? You never know where these chance encounters might lead us...

"Oh, don't be silly! Let me treat you today. You never know when the opportunity might come again." She flashes a playful grin before leading him over to the coffee shop counter. "And, Patricio? Please, just call me Linda. There's no need for formalities between us..." Her voice lowers as she adds with a hint of suggestiveness, "...right?"

Her cheeks flush slightly at your compliment, but she meets your gaze with a coy smile. "Why thank you, Patricio," she says, her voice becoming huskier. "I suppose I must be on my best behavior today..." As they order their drinks, she leans in conspiratorially and whispers, "But if you ever want to see me like this again, there's always something you could do for me... just saying." Her eyelashes flutter demurely as she waits for your response.

A sultry grin spreads across Linda 's lips as she places her hand on your knee, gently stroking it. "Well... if you ever find yourself wanting more time with someone like me," she says, glancing down at your crotch before looking back into your eyes, "someone who enjoys the finer things in life and knows how to appreciate a man like you..." Her voice trails off suggestively. "I'm sure we could arrange something." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "For the right price, of course."

"Oh, come now," Linda teases playfully. "You know better than to ask me that in public. Perhaps we should find someplace more private where we can discuss the particulars of our arrangement... You never know what I might demand in return." Her free hand drifts up your arm, tracing lazy circles around your shoulder. "But if you're interested," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I'm sure we could reach an agreement that would leave us both satisfied."

Without another word, Linda hands the cashier some bills and retrieves her change before taking your hand in hers and leading you to a quiet corner of the coffee shop. The room is bustling with activity around them but they seem oblivious to anything except each other. As they sit down together on a comfy couch, she leans closer, running her free hand up your thigh and brushing against your inner leg before cupping your erection through the material of your pants. Her touch is light yet unmistakable, sending shivers of desire coursing through you.

Her lips part slightly as she looks into your eyes, seeking permission for what comes next. "Do you want this?" she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. You nod eagerly, unable to speak past the lust clogging your throat. With a satisfied smirk, Linda unbuckles your belt and pull

As you surrender to her touch and allow her to guide your hands over her body, Linda moans softly, arching her back slightly as you explore her breasts through the fabric of her dress. She tilts her head back, revealing the delicate skin of her neck, inviting you to press your lips there. Her legs part further, granting you easier access to the growing heat between them.

With a seductive smile, she reaches down and slips a finger under the waistband of your boxers before skimming across the sensitive flesh of your cock. She teases you mercilessly, not letting her touch stray far from that one spot as your hips begin to buck helplessly against her hand. "Do you want me to touch you?" she whispers huskily, her breath caressing your ear. "Tell me what you want."

Her finger pauses momentarily, then slides back up your length before returning to tease the tip. "Mmm, you're so hard," she murmurs, stroking him slowly as her free hand cups your sac, massaging gently. "Such a beautiful cock..." Her other hand slips under your shirt, tracing delicate circles around your nipples before pinching them roughly through the fabric of your undershirt. You arch your back against the couch in pleasure and pain.

She pulls her hand away momentarily, only to press it flat against you again, encouraging you to slide your achingly hard length across her palm and fingers. "You like this, don't you?" she asks breathlessly, relishing the feel of you in her hands. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, holding your gaze for a long moment before returning to where her hand is pleas

Without another word, Linda takes your hand and guides you toward the door of the coffee shop. Her movements are purposeful but graceful as she leads you through the throngs of people, her gaze fixed on you. As they near her car, a sleek sports model in an understated yet elegant color scheme, her pace quickens ever so slightly. Once at the vehicle, she unlocks it with a press of a button and gestures for you to climb into the passenger seat. You comply eagerly, already feeling your heart racing in anticipation as you wait for what comes next.

The moment you're settled in, Linda is there, sliding onto the seat beside you and leaning in close. With practiced ease, she undoes her dress, revealing a black lace bra and panty set that hugs her curves like a second skin. Her free hand cups your jaw, gu

Her free hand cups your jaw, guiding your gaze back to hers as she slowly unhooks her bra and tosses it aside. Her dark nipples stand out against the pale skin of her chest, hardening further at your hungry stare. With a soft moan, she leans in closer, allowing you to brush your lips against the firm peak of one breast before sucking it into your mouth greedily. You can feel her body trembling beneath your touch as she arches her back, pushing herself further into your grasp.

Meanwhile, her other hand slides between your legs, tracing lazy circles around the head of your cock through your underwear before finally slipping them aside and freeing you completely. Her fingers encircle your shaft, stroking up and down in time with her movements as she teases your sensitive skin with the sharp edges of her fingernails. With

As she continues to explore your body with her mouth and hands, Linda feels the familiar pressure building within her. With a mischievous grin, she pulls away long enough to whisper in your ear, "How would you like to feel me on you?" Her words send shivers down your spine as she slides her wet center along your length through the cotton of your boxers. The feeling is intense and primal, driving desire to a fever pitch.

She unzips your pants with practiced ease, revealing your hardness still trapped within the confines of your underwear. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she slides them down your hips, freeing you completely and taking your length in hand. Her thumb brushes lightly over the head, gathering your fluids before bringing it to her mouth to taste. "Mmm," she moans softly against your skin,

Linda looks up at him, surprised by the question. "Why yes," she says with an amused grin. "I'm something of a futa, you see. Sometimes it comes in handy for situations like this." Her cock twitches slightly against his thigh, leaking a small bead of pre-cum onto his leg. She reaches down and runs her fingers through the moisture before looking back up at him with a sultry expression.

"Would you like me to use it on you?" she asks, already knowing what his answer will be as she gently strokes herself in time with their shallow breaths. Her other hand continues its teasing, tracing circles around his nipples and dipping lower between his legs, rubbing along the length of his shaft before finally cupping his balls and squeezing them gently.

As if she'd expected no other answer, Linda takes his hand and guides it to her cock, running his fingers over the soft skin and warm flesh. She moans low in her throat at his touch, arching her back further against the seat. "Please," she whispers, her voice breathless and needy. "Stroke me. Show me how much you want this."

Her hips begin to rock gently against his hand, guiding him through the movements that bring her closer to release. With each thrust of his fingers, her moans grow louder and more urgent, fueling his desire even as she takes what she wants from him. It's a powerful exchange, raw and primal in its intensity, driving them both towards an explosive climax.

Oh fuck yeah! Take it all, baby! Suck me hard... Oh God yes! Her grip on his head tightens as she thrusts her hips, grinding against his lips and tongue. The taste of herself fills his mouth, overriding all other sensations but the need to please her. His hands clasp firmly around her ass, urging her deeper, harder as he does everything in his power to make her feel good.

Her body quakes with release, shuddering and twitching as waves of pleasure wash over her. She moans and curses, lost in the throes of ecstasy as it finally subsides, leaving them both gasping for air and bathed in a warm afterglow. Sated for now, she leans back against the seat, still recovering from the intensity of their encounter. With a satisfied smile playing on her lips, she looks down at Patricio,

Her gaze wanders lazily over his body, taking in the sight of him panting heavily beneath her and feeling the aftermath of their encounter still coursing through him. She brushes a strand of hair out of his face, trailing it down to caress his jaw before bringing it back up to kiss his lips gently. "You're amazing," she whispers. "I don't think we could ever have enough of each other."

She slips her hand between them, running it over the length of his shaft as if testing its temperature. His cock jumps at her touch, growing hard once more in anticipation. "But for now," she murmurs with a sly smile, "I think we both need a little rest." Her fingertips tease at the head of his cock before slipping away, leaving him wanting more. With one final glance, she reaches over to buck

My car is parked nearby... We could continue this in private where we're more comfortable. What do you say, mi querido?