She was at the coffee shop. Catching up on some writing. One of those incredible beauties, don’t you know. Shoulder length blonde hair, slightly tussled. Maybe she had come from a workout because she was wearing exercise clothes that hid her figure. But didn’t really, because they actually revealed a lot. That her body was likely as close to perfection as you could imagine. She could have been in her mid 30s, but looked younger. Beauties have a way about them, they always look younger than they are. She was probably a stay at home mom, hence the afternoon Starbucks break on the way home.
She frowned into her laptop as she reread something she had written. Absently she looked away from her screen, to the right. He was staring at her, but looked down when she saw him. He was sort of cute, in a nondescript way. Dressed casually in jeans. Short brown hair. Maybe about her age.
She went back to what she was doing. Though after a minute or so she couldn’t help but look out of the corner of her eye. He was definitely staring.
She pulled out her phone. She texted her lover
“I’m in Starbucks and there’s a guy staring at me”
“That’s not unusual.” her lover texted back. “You’re a stunning woman.”
“I think he’s drawing a picture of me … ”
“Cool!” the lover wrote back.
After several seconds the lover wrote, “I have an idea for you. This is what you’ll do.”
After she read his next text the woman wrote him, “You’re terrible. No wonder I love you. I’ll do it.”
She pushed her chair back and got up. The young man watched her in anticipation as she walked over to his table. He shuffled his papers away.
“You’re drawing me, aren’t you?” she asked, looking down at him unemotionally with her big grey-blue eyes.
“Yes … yes … I … am”, he stammered.
“Well I want you to know something.”
” … yes?” he whispered.
“My lover told me to tell you I am his very hot submissive. You think I’m hot don’t you?”
“Yes … I do.” he managed to get out.
“And he’s older. A lot older. But oh sooo … ” her voice trailed off as she was momentarily lost in thought.
“And when I wake up in the morning the first thing I think of is sucking his beautiful cock.”
The artist’s eyes opened wide, and his face flushed.
“My Dom just thought you should know. It might better infuse your art. He thought the sketch would be so much more intimate if you better understood your model.”
The artist smiled wanly, and nodded as he looked up at her above him. He didn’t say anything.
She turned and walked back to her laptop. Started writing again. Smiling secretly. She was a good girl.