Ok so I have this kink of dressing slutty, flirting, flashing and being touched whenever I can and especially when my bf is around and especially by older guys, I try to push it as far as possible without getting caught – it's kind of my therapy (I know this sounds fucked up but that’s just what it is)

I was wearing a tiny little red dress that barely covers my ass. It's got this low-cut neckline that's pushing my big tits up like a fucking offer that can't be refused. I paired it with some black thigh-high boots and no panties – because, why not? I love the feeling of the cool air on my wet pussy, it's like a little tease for what's to come.

I'm at this cute little café near campus, studying for my nursing exam, when this hot older guy sits down at the table next to me. He's got that silver fox vibe going on, with his salt-and-pepper hair and those intense, dark eyes. He's wearing a crisp white shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and I thought to myself fuck, he's hot!

He catches me staring and gives me this smoldering look. "You know, they say that redheads have the most fun," he says, flashing me a smirk. I almost spit out my coffee – me, a redhead? 😂 But then I realize he's talking about my dress, and I fucking love it.

"Well," I say, leaning in and giving him a good view of my cleavage, "maybe you should come over here and find out for yourself." His eyes widen, and I can see his jaw clench as he takes in the sight of my big tits.

He stands up, walks over, and sits down across from me. "I'm Henry," he says, extending his hand. I take it, and he pulls me in closer, so our faces are just inches apart. "And I think you're fucking gorgeous."

Fuck, this guy is direct, and I love it. I can feel my pussy throbbing, and I know he can see my hard nipples poking through my dress. "I'm Emmy," I whisper, licking my lips. "And I think you're trouble."

He grins, his eyes flicking down to my tits and back up to my face. "Baby, you have no idea." He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, and then his hand trails down my neck, my shoulder, and finally, he's cupping my tit through my dress. I gasp, but I don't pull away. Fuck, it feels so good.

"People might see," I whisper, but I don't stop him. I want him to touch me, to claim me right here in this café.

"They will," he growls, squeezing my tit. "And they'll all wish they were me." He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I want to fuck you, Emmy. Right here, right now. I want to make you scream my name while I pound that tight little pussy of yours."

Fuck, I'm so wet. I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. I want him to fuck me, to use me like the little slut I am. I want him to be brutal, to treat me like a fucking whore. I want him to make me cum all over his big cock.

But then, my fucking boyfriend walked in. He sees me with Henry, I think he didnt see his hand on my tit, but he clearly understood what was going on, and his face turned red with anger (who’s the redhead now lol). Fuck, fuck, fuck! I quickly pushed Henry's hand away, but the damage is done.

My bf storms over, grabs my arm, and pulls me up. "We're leaving," he snarls. I look back at Henry, apologetic, but he just smirks at me, like he knows this isn't over.

So what do I do now? My bf is pissed and I don’t even care. If I would want to see Henry again, how can I find him?