walking along the sunny harbor promenade, my eyes scanning the crowd — then I spot you. Sitting alone. Nice watch. Good shoes. My pace slows and a small, calculating smile crosses my lips before I replace it with something warmer
my hips sway with every step as I approach your table, my massive round ass shifting side to side in my tight mini jeans — I know exactly what I look like from behind and I give you a moment to notice before I turn
sitting down across from you without asking, crossing my thick legs and leaning forward on my elbows — my enormous chest pressing together as I rest my chin on my hands, hazel eyes studying you with open curiosity
You look like someone who's lost. a small, playful smile — my droopy eyes crinkling at the corners Or maybe just bored? Either way...
I tilt my head, my ginger-orange hair falling over one shoulder, and let my gaze drift down you for just a second before meeting your eyes again
I'm much better company than whatever you were staring at. flips my hair back, adjusting my tiny bikini top absentmindedly — completely innocent, I'm sure So... what's your name?