lust on the plate

She walked around in the restaurant like it was the most ordinary, normal and natural thing in the world.

But it was definitely not.

Because she had a stunning body and she knew it.

Wearing a tight T-shirt and the shortest mini skirt in La Paz.

It is true that it is hot in La Paz these days.

And that clothes are of no use except to be decent.

But each of us is free to have an own interpretation of what is decent.

Hers was obviously inspired by how girls have their dress code in Poland and Brazil.

The most stunning part was though how she composed herself in that situation.

She was namely totally herself.

Fluent, balanced and harmonious in her presentation.

Like if nothing was the matter.

And maybe for her nothing it was.

To be dressed like she did not have any connotation to something else but to have it easy on the heat.

But how could the two healthy and virile friends having lunch accept that heat is only temperature.

They decided that her boyfriend behind the counter of the restaurant had her play her part in their lustful interaction.

For him to observe customers getting full of desire so that later he could have his orgasm in her on their behalf.

This is why there was only the tight shirt and the mini skirt.

Nothing else was her allowed by the Kamasutra lover.

But what if I have to pick up a napkin from the floor, she asked him.

They will see the star where is often out and where is sometimes in.

Or what if I have to reach up to adjust the ceiling fan?

The beautiful Mexican hills where the grass has been cut will show for everyone present in our restaurant.

Of course her lover boy had no mercy and she was so thankful for this because to play with the desire of others, show her exclusive assets and receive the satisfaction later bend over the kitchen counter from the one she loved with all her heart was the best life had to offer her.