Insatiable Lust for Blood

The attractive woman could afford to be selective. After all, she had all the time in the world. The night breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine and then the clean scent of fruity body wash. Then she felt a tightening in her belly as a gorgeous lass stepped around the corner. Her school jacket bore the symbol of a community college in town, her tight gray yoga pants showed she had a formidable bottom.
Perhaps an athlete or cheerleader. As the young beauty approached the woman asked if she had a match for her cigarette. The girl chastised the woman for smoking demonstrating it wasn't good for her health by running her hands across a tight belly and ample breasts wrapped in a t-shirt two sizes too small.  Telling the woman smoking wasn't good if she wanted to maintain her figure. The woman was sure the girl didn't know what she was doing.
Not at all. The woman watched for the tell-tale widening of the eyes, or any clue that the girl knew what was going on. Sure enough, her brow furrowed for a moment. Then the girl asked the woman if she was a vampire? The girl checked the woman out like a horny dyke sizing up a well-endowed blonde at a singles bar until the woman laughed and said, "Yes, but don't hold it against me. I won't bite..."