Frida and Zecora Meet

It was a simple day. The small corner side cafe wasn’t ever busy, something the workers enjoyed. What the male workers (and even a female worker or two) enjoyed the most though, was the woman sitting at the table outside.

An alluring and exotic shade of tan skin, pixie cut pink hair, and the biggest pair of tits any of them seen. Many were wondering whether or not they were natural. There was actually a bet going on with $100 bucks going to the one that discovers the answer. She knew about it, but it just made her laugh whenever she caught the waiter trying to lightly brush her breasts as they set her coffee down.

“Here you go Ms. Herano,” the newest hire stammered. He was clearly just out of highschool, perhaps doing this for some money as he starts college. The woman chuckled and decided to make his day. Reaching up to cup his cheek she pulls him down, his arm swallowed by her all natural E Cups.

“It’s just Frida dear,” she says as she kisses his cheek. He turns completely red as he feels the soft flesh against his arm. He pulls back a bit and mutters about having to get back to work. Frida just watches him duck inside and head toward the bathroom. She chuckles a bit as she knows exactly what he is planning on doing in there.

He was pretty cute. Maybe if she couldn’t get out of this dry spell she’s been in for a bit, she’d reward his good service with some fun time. Speaking of…

“We’re going to be late!” A group of older teens said, running by in the typical school girl uniforms. Frida’s heart pumped in anticipation as she waited. Those short skirts, this light wind...come on. Just a small breeze…

Her wish was answered as suddenly, a large gust of wind blew and the three girl’s gasped. Frida’s mind shifted to memorization mode. Typical she would use this for memorizing mission info before destroying it, but in fortunate times like these, she used it for pleasure.

Athletically toned ass clad in gray boyshorts. Likely a track runner.

A perfect bubble in bikini cut pink panties.

Oh damn! Seems like someone forgot theirs today! And the scowl on that mother’s face as she covers her son’s eyes make it clear that her boy got his first look at paradise.

“Life truly is grand,” she says as she sips her coffee. Hearing the bell on the door of the shop ring. Glancing, she nearly spitakes her coffee.

Walking out with her coffee was a chocolate skinned goddess. Emerald eyes and perfectly plump lips. And holy shit! Frida didn’t know how someone could pull off a black and white mohawk but this woman did. But that was surprisingly not the most eye catching part. Her breasts pushed out the white blouse she was wearing and her black skirt… damn that black skirt was pulled so tight against her ass and there was a slight jiggle with each step that even the skirt couldn’t hide.

The cup only had a Z on it. Mystery. Alluring.

“I...I must have her!” Frida thought. She...she never felt that before. Sure she felt attracted to people before, but…

She shook her head and snapped out of it. Looking up, she saw the Chocolate Goddess hail a cab and start off down the street. Slamming money for her coffee on the table, she took off in the same direction, bouncing off an awning and swinging off a flagpole to get up to the roofs.She wasn’t going to let foot traffic hold her up.