It Was a Strange Conversation

In line at the coffee shop.

She was behind me.

Bumped into me,
As I picked up my coffee.

I turned.

She said,
"I'm not sorry."

I frowned.

She said,
" I wanted to ask you a question.
Is that okey?"

My reply,
"Sure.
Anything you like."

She,
(Straight into my eyes,
While smiling.)
"Do you eat pussy?"

Me,
(Without a even a heart's beat of hesitation.)
"Yes.
And as soon as it's wet enough,
I slide my finger in;
Curl it;
And,
Stroke.
I don't stop until,
She is weak from,
Orgasming."
(Sipped my coffee.)

She blushed.

I asked,
"Are you asking,
If,
I will eat,
Yours?"

She blushed even redder.

She stammered,
(No longer looking into my eyes)
"I don't know why I ask that.
I --
Damn --
Sorry."

She turned,
Hurried out of the coffee shop,
Leaving her coffee behind.

I sipped my coffee.
Paid my bill,
(and her's, since she hadn't paid),
Strolled out of the coffee shop,
Dreaming about what could have been a very nice afternoon.