Then I looked up to see her come in with a small hostess tray with 2 shooters of Sambuca. She sat and offered one to me and then she took her own and ...ffered her little glass to toast."To us. May we take the opportunity to get to know each other and build it into something we'll cherish." She said as we clinked and took tiny sips.Suddenly she seemed to get cold, like she had a chill. I asked her if she was cold."Just my feet, I have cold feet." She said with a nervous laugh. "I thought we could. "Don't forget what I said about the coffee," she purred. "I have a feeling we are going to be great friends." After they left, I thought long and hard about what she had said. She was definitely attractive, and any man would find themselves wanting her, but I was thrown off a little by her aggressive nature. Was I getting the wrong signals from her? I figured a little coffee and conversation couldn't hurt. Well, could it? A few weeks passed before we actually had coffee. I would see Jayne. I was almost sure she was breaking the skin, but I didn't give a fuck, my cock was in heaven. About ten minutes in, she pulled me close and whispered "let me up, I want on top". No problem! I was exhausted from the heat anyway, although I hated to pull my cock out of her ass. So we switched positions and she climbed on top of me, welcoming me with a hot passionate kiss. By now, if we weren't before, we were a mess of sweat, spit and body fluids. It was pretty fucking hot, I'll have to admit.. As yet finding no response, I moved my hand additionally down and could feel the delicate cotton material of her bra. I then in a quick activity drew my hand additionally down and there it was, the flawless boobs with sharp areolas. I continued petting the boobs with positively no response from her. She soon finished the telephone discussion and exited. She accompanied her shoes, however, backpedaled without wearing them which I saw and rapidly put them under the couch. After around five.