Anyone for Coffee?  

TheQuietGuy2005 56M
3484 posts
5/7/2006 1:37 pm

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Anyone for Coffee?

Upstairs in the coffee shop, away from the noisy masses downstairs, we sit gratefully on the leather sofa, you to my right. With a sigh of relaxation, you kick off your shoes and swing your body around to half-recline with your feet on my legs. I can’t help noticing the way your skirt has ridden up above your knees.

"It’s been a lovely day", you say with a smile, "but do you know what?" You lean forward to place your lips next to my ear and add in a whisper, "I feel really horny right now. Shame we’ve got nowhere private to go today."

I’m feeling pretty horny myself if the truth be told. Not only did the feel of your breath against my ear send shivers down my spine but as you leaned forward the fabric of your top parted to reveal much more than a hint of your lacy, low-cut black and silver bra and the smooth swell of your breasts above it.

I can’t help my eyes following as you sit back again, your top closing again over the tempting view. I guess you noticed: when I look up, there’s a knowing smile on your face.

"Tell you what", I say in carefully low tones. "I bet I could help you out with that, private or not".

For a moment you look shocked but then you laugh and dismiss the idea.

I can’t help but grin as I turn to face you and place my left hand on your knee. My body is now blocking the view of anyone who might come up the stairs to join us; they’d have to come quite close to see what I’m doing.

My right hand is now on the inside of your right knee and gliding very, very slowly upwards, concealed beneath your skirt, my touch feather-light on the smooth skin of your thigh. I watch your face carefully, see the mix of emotions there.

"I can stop if you like?"

"Did I suggest you should?" A note of determination in your voice now. Encouraged, I place my fingers onto your mound, my palm down on the warm satin between your legs. As I start to massage you with slow, circular motions a deep sigh escapes from your barely parted lips. I watch as your eyes slowly close and your head starts to tip back.

"Hey! You can’t do that – you have to watch for people coming!"

With a visible effort you pull yourself together but your breath is already coming faster and more raggedly now and you start to nibble your lip.

Carefully, I ease aside the fabric and feel the hot wetness that lies beneath. You’re so ready for what I’m about to do. One finger traces up and down the wet lips, teases them apart, and then slides rapidly and easily deep inside you. You gasp and your eyes flicker as the sensation hits you; I can feel your muscles contract around me as if you’re trying to pull me still deeper. My thumb comes to rest on your clit and starts to rock across it, side to side, as my finger flexes inside you. I can hear people walking up and down the stairs behind me and see as your eyes half-follow their progress but what I’m doing requires almost no movement on my part so I’m confident no one knows what’s going on. Except for you – the sound of your breathing and the look on your face, the slightly glazed expression tell me that you are very aware indeed of what my hand is doing to you.

I can feel the fluttering, pulsing inside you, see your chest rising and falling more rapidly and I know you’re almost on the edge. Then footsteps behind me and your hand on mine. I hear you pant "They’re sitting right behind you".

I look over my shoulder and, sure enough, a couple has taken the sofa right next to ours. I wonder whether I should remove my hand but you answer the unspoken question by clamping your legs tightly together, keeping it there. Instead, I slow my pace, toying with you. I lean forward and start talking about the weather, holidays, friends. I suspect the other couple, if they are listening, would think I was boring you; your rather breathy responses, the slight edge to your laughter and the way that you’re gripping my finger inside you tells me I’m not.

I’m still watching your face, moving my finger now faster, now slower, trying to keep you as near to the edge as possible without quite letting you cum. It seems like forever before you moan quietly "Thank God" and I hear the couple leave. As their footsteps fade down the stairs I begin to thrust with my hand and am answered with a long drawn-out "yesssssssssss". Your nails dig into the back of my left hand and you push against my right, pressing your clit hard against me. I can feel you trembling, starting to tense, and this time you can no longer keep your eyes open. I give one final thrust, pushing a second finger inside, and with a shuddering, barely-suppressed gasp you explode against me, mouth clamped shut, eyes tight closed, head thrown back.

I slowly remove my hand and smooth down your skirt. Gradually, your breathing slows again and a rather disbelieving smile crosses your face. "God, I needed that", you say, "but I’ll bet you’re even more horny now".

"That’s the truth", I admit.

"Well maybe we can do something about that too", you suggest with a wicked gleam in your eyes. "Later".

Jx


Wackytits 54F

5/7/2006 2:02 pm

Mmmm....TQ....You do surprise me. Lol. Very good, when can we expect episode two? xx


saddletrampsk 55F

5/7/2006 2:19 pm

Mmmmm..that is one damn sexy post Quiet..thanks for sharing..


HotDev1l 46M
1360 posts
5/7/2006 3:17 pm

You really need to stop visiting these coffee shops....it's playing havoc with your imagination


GB_Cple 67M/56F  
3118 posts
5/7/2006 11:32 pm

Congrats on your first sexy blog


SweetDarlinAngel 41F
2996 posts
5/8/2006 10:34 am

oooh I love the way you write when thinking sexy thoughts ...

~Angel


PrincessKarma 45F
6188 posts
5/8/2006 1:46 pm

Mmmm... coffeee....

The Big Bang was the mother of all orgasms.PrincessKarma


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