a woman of a dark supple physique is sitting in the middle of a sunken smokey cafe. perched carelessly on an italianesque restaurant chair with one leg crossed over the other, she sits with her finger in her mouth, tauntingly inviting in her victims to see her innocently enacting her mind's delicious thoughts. this beauty is wearing a skirt of chocolate brown and a halter top of black, beautifully exposing the tops of her olive-coloured breasts. with her casual position, the slit of her skirt falls apart, leaving the equally tanned skin wrapped around her thigh to be exposed...

all the eyes that watch are made to travel down the length of her beautifully toned leg, down to the little silver clasp that holds in place the straps of her black stiletto heels. peeking through black leather edges, you see the meticulously daunted little red toes, the elegant foot tapping slowly and rhythmically to the spanish guitarist playing a solitary and entrancing tune.

bright eyes are distracted by the slight arch of her back, brown skin coming away provocatively from the chair. the sweep of her full mass of hair floating backwards, caressing her back confined in black cloth. following the trace of her hair, the shadows and whisps of gleaming strands as you are confronted with the etch of her beautiful profile. the young taut skin, the serenity in which she holds her full pouty lips. the side sparkle of her warm brown eyes. even her little nose can cause the loins of all men present to start throbbing.

her hand comes away slowly for her mouth, the hair that had fallen to her face, she swipes back, sitting back in her chair in one fluid movement. with her child-like position, her trimmed stomach comes into view. the generous swell of her breasts become achingly visible as her nipples jut through the thin cloth, not all subtly alerting you to her arousal. never helping but only wondering as to where her thoughts lead as you watch her eyes glued onto the guitarist, high strung and perfectly male as she is female.

you calmly watch her flip her hair impatiently once more as she licks her lips... what will she do? you ask and before the thought vanishes, she stands up and languidly strolls up to where he holds the instrument in his arms and boldly climbs into his lap. gently. she sets the stroked instrument aside as you vaguely hear spanish whispers float through the air. hushed sighs of passion rupture as she takes his face in her hands and slides in for a passionate kiss.

wrapping her legs around him as his strong hands lifts her skirt from the back, holding onto her thighs, safely supporting her while initiating his own risque exploration. her soft treasures exposed to the quiet audience too stunned with raw heat to speak.