Del got a great view of Sophie's well-developed thighs and calves when he turned with coffee in hand to join her at the table. Not only that, he was sure he saw her eyes dart upward quickly, like she didn't want him to catch her eyeballing his crotch.
As he took his seat across from her, Del took a good look into her eyes and he saw excitement with a bit of mischief. From the moment he saw her wandering aimlessly in the street, he knew she was no hooker. Maybe it was her first time away from home, but the provacative way in which she was dressed made him think she was looking to get laid.
Her bountiful breasts made it difficult for Del to keep his head up, for he had the distinct urge to reach out and squeeze them. A lurid thought went through his mind. How many clothespins could get on each?
At this very moment, she seemed relaxed, and he wanted to keep it that way. So he smiled at her, hoping she'd do the same. "You know something?" He said softly.
"What?" she replied, showing some teeth.
"You are better looking than all the dancers I saw in the nudie bar."
She got a look of disbelief on her face. "You're just sayin' that."
"I know that sounds like flattery, but it's the truth."
That's when Sophie blushed again, before she took a sip of coffee.
"Watching naked women cavort around a pole is not really what I'm into anyway."
Del waited. She didn't reply at first, but then she asked what he expected.
"What are you into?"