I’d describe it as the Goldilocks of cafés.
It wasn’t too big or commercial where crowds packed it with so much noise and bustle you couldn’t hear the espresso machine hissing and gurgling as the barista performed their coffee-magic. But neither was it too small and cramped with substandard coffee and a patisserie selection that wasn’t fresh, extensive and displayed to delight the eye.
It was just right.
I was there because my boss had sent me home early. Friday afternoon tends to run a little slow and this one had been quieter than usual. Unfortunately I’d missed my connecting bus so with time to waste I decided to treat myself to a cappuccino and gingerbread. Or if they had any left, a double-chocolate muffin.
I had that: what could be better than this, Friday feeling. I was starting the weekend early, money in my pocket and it’s all good! The sun is shining; birds are singing happily…probably…somewhere. I say somewhere because being in the business district surrounded by offices doesn’t leave much room for trees to perch in.
When I walked in the café was quiet with only a few tables occupied. What you’d expect for a place like this once the lunch-time crowd had gone. The woman behind the counter, who I affectionately think of as Rapunzel because of her ever-present long braid, was already serving someone. So I occupied myself by gazing with serious intent at what sweet treats were still available so late in the day. My concentration was so fixed on the goodies before me that when a loud “Fuck!” rang out around the café, I’m embarrassed to say I jumped.
Looking over at the counter I saw a woman crouched and digging through a bag for something that was obviously doing an excellent job of hiding. It was a large sports-bag coloured bright pumpkin-orange and a total contradiction to the rest of her. She was well dressed, stylish, and if I were asked for one word to describe her it would be: sophisticated.
“I know it’s here,” she said, as much to the contents of her bag as to Rapunzel. “I had it at the gym because I got out my membership…” She stopped rummaging and looked up at the woman waiting patiently before her, “I’ve left the damn purse in the locker, haven’t I?
I suspect by the lack of response from Rapunzel and the woman not minding a lack of response that the question was of the rhetorical kind.
She started jamming items back into the bag with a few more muttered fuck’s but I clearly heard, “I really could have done with that coffee.”
“I’ll pay for it.”
Both women turned to look at me and I felt my cheeks start to burn as I realised it’s me who has spoken up.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” asked Ms Sports-bag. My cheeks flushed brighter as it occurs to me I have entered into the conversation and will now have to contribute to it.
So in I rush before my brain can catch up with my mouth. “If you’re only having a coffee and that’s all you want then I don’t mind paying. I’m always willing to help someone out who’s having a problem if I can. I work in customer services, you know, so I do it for a living. I just got paid yesterday and haven’t managed to spend it all yet…It’s a nice day out…today isn’t it…?”
I shut my mouth realising, far too late, that I’ve been rambling on and Rapunzel is trying not laugh and Ms Sports-bag has a look that’s somewhere between pity and utter disbelief. But now I’m in this far I feel a need to go on. So after a deep calming breath I give it another try.
“It would be a pleasure and no trouble at all to help you out by paying for your coffee.”
It’s the best I can do.
Rapunzel looks to Ms Sports-bag, who after giving the offer thoughtful consideration nods her head. “Thank you very much and I’d love it if you bought me a coffee,” and then she does the most amazing thing ever.
In my earlier flustered confusion I can’t say I paid much attention to the details of her face. But with her looking directly at me with a wide friendly smile I’m going to go out on a limb and say she is absolutely beautiful.
I’m not very good at describing women so you’ll have to bear with me. She was a few inches shorter than my own 5 10’. She had short blonde hair that looked like it cost a great deal to style. I know stuff like that because my mum works in a salon and I grew up getting my hair cut next to women having high-lights and extensions. She was dressed in a dark grey business suit, snowy-white silk blouse and dark stockings visible beneath a skirt that stopped conservatively at the knee.
Oh, and she had the most amazing hazel eyes.
As to how old she was, I wouldn’t dare to make a guess. She looked older than the girls at university and younger than my mum. While I know little of the world and the ways of women, I’m smart enough to know you don’t guess a woman’s age without taking your life in your hands.
So here was an attractive, mature and well dressed woman who was definitely beyond my sphere of personal interaction and I’m buying her a coffee.
Does this count as a date?
So after a calming breath I step up to the counter to pay for her latte and order my cappuccino. After that emotional rollercoaster ride I’ll skip the muffin and just stick to the coffee.
She smiles at me again and my blushes return.
“Thank you for this.”
“No problem, I don’t mind.”
“Well thanks any way.” She looks around and I follow her gaze to see everyone has cleared out since I walked in.
I hope it wasn’t something I said?
“Since you’re buying the coffee and we’re the only ones here would it be alright if we sat together? It’s just that I’d feel a little guilty to take your coffee and then sit on my own and ignore you.”
I’m mesmerised by her smile and the fact this attractive and classy woman, even if she does say fuck, is actually talking to and wants to have coffee with…me! Then I notice the silence and blush again as I realise she’s expecting an answer.
“Oh yeah…sure. I’d love to have a coffee with a beautiful woman like you.”
Her smile widens and I wonder if all this blood flow to my face is going to cause a stroke. I can’t believe I just said that. But she doesn’t laugh and politely ignores my obvious inability to have a normal conversation with a woman.
“Where would you like to sit?” She asked.
I have no coolness at all.
“Well if you have no preference let’s sit up the back. The sun’s a little too bright for me down here by the windows.”
“Sorry about that,” Rapunzel says handing me my change, “the boss hasn’t got around to putting the awnings up yet. Standing here at this time of the day, it’s hotter than a witch’s oven.” She then turns to serve a new customer who’s just walked in.
So I follow Ms Sports-bag towards the rear of the café and the quiet area designed for lounging and the leisurely intake of caffeine. I can’t help but notice the sway of her hips and the nice shape of her arse as she precedes me.
Picking one of the overstuffed and brightly coloured chairs she did that feminine-thing and graciously lowered herself into the seat before demurely crossing her legs in one smooth and fluid motion. My chair must have been lower than hers because I seemed to fall into mine like a sack of potatoes.
Looking across at her I was suddenly aware of my situation and realise I have no idea what to say this grown-up woman before me. Luckily I’m saved for the next thirty seconds by Rapunzel arriving with our coffees. So in silence we take our first sips of what brought us here in the first place.
“I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Samantha Fairgod, and once more, thanks for this.”As I take her offered hand and I’m was acutely aware of the softness and warmth in her small but firm grip. So aware that I have to squirm slightly in my chair so it doesn’t become too obvious.
“Chase Mädchen. It’s no problem. It’s good to help others out when you can.”
“That’s very kind and charitable of you.” She takes another sip before placing her cup carefully down and then looks at me with those lovely warm eyes.
“So you think I’m beautiful?”
Luckily I’d already swallowed my mouthful of coffee or there’s a good chance I’d have ruined her suit by spitting foam all over it. Gripping my cup I look over the rim at her questioning expression. It’s a large cup but not large enough to hide behind forever. I know I have to say something so I desperately try to think of some cool and witty reply.
Ok, here goes.
She acknowledges this with a brief smile but then her expression returns to serious and expectant. “It is, but that’s not answering my question.”
Not really knowing what to say in a situation like this I go for the easiest option and tell her the truth, “You are very beautiful.”
She tilts her head slightly and smiles again but this one I’d definitely call amused.
“It’s been a long time since a man your age has paid me such a compliment.” She then leans forward placing an elbow on her knee and rests her chin on her hand. Her face brightening as she asks.
“May I have another?”
She can obviously see the confusion on my face as I fumble for something to say. “It’s all right I’m the one asking so you can say whatever you like. I promise not to take offence and will graciously receive all praise in the spirit it’s given.” There’s laughter in her voice but like a cloud passing in front of the sun the laughter disappears from her face.
“The thing is…in a short time I’ll be signing my final divorce papers and ending a fifteen year marriage. I’m mostly fine with that…now.” Even I could hear the tinge of bitterness to her words. “But let’s just say that today is not my favourite day. The gym helped to work off some stress but I’m emotionally a little up and down and that’s why I’m sitting in a café, drinking coffee and asking a perfect stranger, who did me a kindness, if he will do me another.”
I hear the want in her voice and I can’t help but respond to her request. “You have a lovely smile that brightens your face.”
“You have the most beautiful hazel eyes.”
I am out of coherent ideas and I don’t want to say that she has a nice arse no matter what she says about not taking offense.
“Um… Your freckles are cute,” I say with the utter realisation that I am totally rubbish when it comes to talking to women. How do other men-?
“They go all the way down to my boobs. Here…want to see?” She leans forward and tugs on her top button to expose a little more flesh. Not nearly enough to call breast or even cleavage but her action catches me so off guard I jump, and once again go as red as a fire-engine. She drops back into her chair laughing so hard that everyone in the café turns to see what’s so funny.
It takes some time before she can eventually get herself back under control. “I’m so sorry.” Wiping tears from her eyes. “I really shouldn’t tease or make you feel so uncomfortable with my inappropriate questions. You’re nice enough to buy me coffee and here I am treating you poorly.”
“So you’re not going to flash me again?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Uh…” I can’t help myself and I start laughing. Looking across at her I suddenly feel more at ease in her company. Her laughing and joking has turned her from a woman I’m in total awe of, and intimidated by, into just a friendly person who you can drink coffee with and crack boob jokes to.
“I don’t think I’ll answer that question on the grounds that I’m a man. But are you sure you don’t want any more compliments?”
“Oh you can never give a woman too many compliments but I promise not to ask for any more,” She replies with a grin.
“Good because the only one I could think of is that you have a nice arse.”
“Oh such typical man. If it isn’t the boobs it’s the bum.”
She twists slightly in her chair and gives a cheek a playful slap.
“I do take care of it. You don’t get to be forty-three and keep a body like this without eating right and a lot of hard work at the gym”
“You are obviously doing a great job.”
“Shame my husband, almost ex-husband, didn’t appreciate it instead of the plastic assets of his whore of a P.A.”
And just like that the moment is gone and she withdraws into her thoughts. There is nothing I can do or say so I mumble the obligatory, “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, so am I.”
So we sit there in silence drinking our coffee. I want to say something but just don’t know what. When I finally think to ask what gym she goes to and look up from my cup I become aware I’m the subject of an intense and thoughtful gaze. I have no idea how long she’s been looking at me like that but as our eyes meet I see that whatever it is she’s been wondering about, a decision has been made.
“Can I ask you a few personal questions?”
“Sure.” Answering questions is a lot easier than trying to think up complements and certainly less taxing on my casual small-talk skills.
“Are you gay?”
“No…No. Do I come across as gay?”
She merely shakes her head and continues. “Are you in any kind of relationship right now?”
“Definitely not,” I’m wondering where the hell this is going. Is she going to ask me on a date? Oh God, I don’t have thing to wear.
“Ok, one final question.” Indicating for me to lean closer and cut the distance between us.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“Ummmm, s-sorry. W-what did you say?”
“I said, would you like to fuck me?
I hear the words and I know what they mean but my brain can’t put them into any kind of rational thought. Women like this don’t ask guys like me this question…ever! Her tone is calm, ordinary, like for any other normal topic of conversation. She could be asking about the coffee or the weather or…other things that don’t involve the word fuck.
“The thing is…I would very much like to sit next to my husband at the solicitors being polite and cordial as we wind up a good part of our life together with another’s mans cum inside me.”
I’m just sitting there and must look like a deer caught in headlights, as she carries on.
“You fucking me will be my little fuck you to him. I was the good-wife who never looked at another man. Sure I had offers over the years. Some were subtle and others ones not so. I’m an architect and you know what they say about builders?” I nod dumbly. “Well it’s all true.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “So I was the good girl and he had to go off and fuck his secretary. Isn’t that just so cliché?”
I’m still speechless.
“So I’ve been thinking since I kicked him out. What could I do to take some revenge? But to be honest I don’t really care enough now to be petty or spiteful and make some ugly public scene. I want to take the high road and see this thing through with a little dignity. I know this probably makes no sense to you but don’t worry, it does in my head. I want a little private vengeance on my husband and you get the chance to get lucky. You seem like a nice guy and have been very sweet to me on a day when I really needed it.” Her voice lowers to just above a whisper and this close I can feel her breath on my cheek and smell the scent of her perfume. She smells gorgeous. “So how about doing one more small favour by sticking your cock in me?”
I open my mouth unsuccessfully several times and when I do manage to say something the first thing that squeaks out is, “I’m a virgin!”
“Ok, that’s fine.” But her tone says she thinks I’m a little slow. I would be insulted but I’m far too embarrassed by my confession.
“Let me start again. I’ll ask a question and you give me a one-word reply. Ok?”
“Ok,” I nod.
“How old are you?”
“Oh my. That’ll make me almost a cradle-snatcher. Or am I a cougar? I hope not because I really dislike that C-word.” She grins, “Bet you can’t guess what my favourite C-word is?”
“Uh…Is it Christmas?”
“You really are a sweet boy. Ok, so you’re virgin. We all were at one time so don’t worry about that. Oh, you’re not saving it for marriage or your one true love are you?”
I shook my head.
“Good then. So it’s just a matter of you not yet having the opportunity?”
“Well then, that’s what I’m offering you.”
Sex…here…now…me…her. So many thoughts are rushing through my brain I think it’s going to explode. Until I realise it’s only the espresso machine across the café warming some milk. The hissing stops and I say the only thing that makes sense.
She smiles. “Right then here’s the plan. You go through to the toilets and lock yourself in the disabled stall. I’ll be with you in a couple of minutes just to make sure this doesn’t look too obvious.”
I look down at my cup, “Should I finish my coffee first?”
She just stares.
“Yeah, you’re right,” So I clamber from my safe and comfy chair and try to walk as normal as I can towards the appropriately marked door at the back of the café. I feel as if all eyes are upon me although from last glance that’s less than half a dozen people.
Heart racing I walk down the corridor past the male and female signs until I reach the disabled/baby-changing one at the end. I enter and latch the door behind me. It’s unlike the other toilet stalls in that it’s a separate room with a proper door you can’t slide under and most importantly it’s very roomy. Large enough for a wheelchair, or to change a nappy, and certainly large enough for two people to have sex in.
Full of excitement and apprehension but not sure what else to do I sit on the toilet lid. Oh shit! I’m sure it’s about ninety percent excitement and seventy-five percent apprehension.
Whether she’s in a hurry or time speeds up when you’re waiting for sex in a toilet, I don’t know, but soon enough I hear her voice on the other side of the door. My nervousness shows as my fingers fumble twice with the lock before getting it undone to let her in.
She slips past me and I lock us in. Dropping her bag she gives a conspiratorial smile that I don’t think has any place other than a bedroom or…a disabled toilet?
“I was worried there. I didn’t think you were going to let me in and I was going to have to huff and puff the door down. That’s no fun. I want to do the huffing and puffing on this side.”
She stands there in the centre of the tiled floor looking composed, self-assured and just magnificent. All the while I remain seated on my porcelain throne wondering what the hell I do now. Luckily for me she has all the answers.
She kicks off her shoes and removes her jacket to hang on the back of the door. “Ok, let’s get rid of the formalities first. You can’t get me pregnant so don’t worry about that. You’re a virgin and I have not been with anyone since my husband. I had myself checked for STI”s, to make sure he hadn’t given me anything, so we don’t have to worry about that either.”
She comes over and wraps her arms around my neck and brushes her lips lightly against mine. Bent over like that also gives me a great view down her blouse and I can’t help but think, this so fucking awesome!
“You also don’t have to worry about your performance.” I hadn’t even thought about that. “I gather you’re a little nervous but don’t worry about it because I’m going to take care of everything.” She backs this statement up by sliding her hand down my chest until she reaches my groin and begins to fondle me through my jeans.
“Well it looks like you’re all ready to go. When was the last time you had a wank?”
“Um…” My hesitation speaking is probably just as much caused by embarrassment of the topic as it is by her hand groping my cock.
“Come on don’t be shy, where all friends here.” She proves this by taking my hand and slipping it beneath her skirt and for the first time in my life I feel the heat and moistness of a panty covered pussy.
“I’d just like to know so I have some idea how long you are going to last. If it was last week I doubt you’ll last five seconds and if it was last night…? Oh, fuck it!”
She reaches for my belt and within seconds my zip’s down and her hand is extracting my cock from underwear.
“Yes, I think this will do me nicely.”
I have seconds to contemplate the happy realisation that a woman is touching me down there for the first time, before all thoughts flee when she drops to her knees and her warm wet lips descend to take me into her mouth.
Not having anything to compare it with I can only say her technique seemed pleasantly aggressive. Her small soft hands squeeze and stroke up and down with a quick steady pace that’s in sync with her mouth. She takes it in deep. Sucking and trying to swallow me. Then pulling back to suck hard on the tip while expertly using her tongue to massage the head, before taking it deep again to repeat the erotic cycle. As this was a disabled toilet I took advantage of the available hand rails and held on for dear life. Partly to ground myself as the sensations she’s giving make me feel like I could float away or at least fall off the toilet seat. But I also gripped those bars to keep my hands occupied. Because watching her head bob up and down on my cock I had to fight the need to reach for that blonde head and fuck her mouth with a desperate urgency to force even more of this pleasure out of her and into me.
I don’t know how long this went on. But eventually she looks up and must see what she’s doing to me because she grabs one of my hands and slides it down the front of her blouse. I only felt the warm, soft weight of her breast for a few seconds before calling out, “I’m coming!”
With my cry she thrusts her head back down and I feel the magic of her throat swallowing and swallowing and swallowing around my cock. I can’t help myself anymore. So while one hand touches cold steel the other grabs for her shoulder. It was like connecting some physical circuit and touching her through the warmth of her silk blouse flicked the switch to on! The body electricity flowed and so did my cum into a woman, this woman, for the first time.
Once…Twice…Three times my body convulses and I fire my cum down her throat. She stayed like that with her nose buried in my pubic hair and only once the initial explosions were over, and she had taken all I could give, did she release me from her throats embrace. But she only raised herself enough to take a quick breath before returning to suck on the head as if to make sure she got every last drop from me.
She kept sucking until I was soft and so able to take all of me into her mouth. Then it was a case of her tongue rolling and swirling me around the oh-so warm confines of her mouth like I was some favourite and tasty sweet. Never letting up she pulled down my jeans and underwear until they sat around my ankles. Then spreading my knees she stroked and played with me balls and that little piece of real-estate between my sack and arse-hole. A spot which I quickly found out was remarkably sensitive to touch.
It didn’t take long before I felt myself growing hard again in her mouth. Its return only seemed to spur her on and when I could no longer be contained in her mouth she went back to lavishing the head with her velvet tongue while her soft hands stroked up and down the hardening length.
Only when fully hard again did she lift her mouth from my cock, “Did you like that?” The biggest grin spread across her face.
I looked down at her and my thoughts flowed from mouth like my cum had from my cock
“That was fucking incredible! That was… You are amazing. I want to say…something. Thank You! But I’m not sure if that’s the acceptable thing to say and anyway a mere Thank You has nowhere near the feeling I want to convey right now. That was the most fantastic experience of my life. You are amazing!”
“You already said that but it’s nice to hear it again.”
Giving my cock head a quick final kiss she gets up and walks over for a water-bottle out of her bag and takes a couple of mouthfuls. “Blow jobs are thirsty work,” she says. Then ever so casually reaches under her skirt and pulls down her panties. Holding them by just the tips of her fingers she swings them back and forth, I suppose just to make sure I had her attention, before dropping them back into her bag.
“Ok then it’s time for the main event.” She slowly walks towards me emphasising the sway of her hips. “So hang on baby ‘cause here I come! I’ll leave my skirt on if you don’t mind?” I gave my usual mute nod, “As it makes having sex with a stranger in a toilet stall, just that we bit slutier.”
“Can I see your breasts?” I boldly but politely ask.
“I don’t see why not, but first things first.”
Standing in front of me she reaches for my cock which if possible got even harder at her renewed touch. She watches her hands, seemingly fascinated as they slide up and down the length,
“You’ve got to love teenage boys and their cock’s ability to revive so easily.” Then looking up at me, “It brings back happy memories of when I was a single girl.” Her expression looks…thoughtful. “Maybe being a divorced won’t be so bad.”
Standing straight she hikes her skirt with one hand while the other continues to stroke me. Shifting forward she positions herself to slide the head of my cock back and forth between the soft slippery lips of her vulva.
“Ready to have your cherry popped?”
I’m not sure if she’s expecting an answer but I nod because it’s the polite thing to do and the moist heat soaking my cock head has robbed me of any and all forms of speech.
“Ok then. You just lie there and this won’t hurt at all. I promise” She then slowly lowers herself and I’m consumed by her tight wet pussy.
“Mmmmm… That’s nice. I’ve really missed this.” Her eyes are closed and I’m sure she’s talking to herself more than me. But she opens them and meets mine. “So what do you think?” Slowly lifting herself up and then down so the entire length of my cock can enjoy her pussy. She lifts herself off me completely a few times so we can enjoy again and again the incredible sensation of penetration and her body engulfing all of me.
She seats herself fully impaled upon me and I’m totally aware of her. Her pubic hair nestled in mine. Her soft breasts pressed hard up against my chest. The silken feeling of her hair grazing my cheek as she leans in so soft lips and agile tongue can work their magic on and in my mouth.
“Oh, that’s right you wanted tits.” She pulls slightly away to reach for the buttons on her blouse. I watch as her delicate fingers, the tips painted a rich apple-red, open them one by one until she can pull it apart to show the lacy black bra beneath. Then with unconscious grace she slips from the blouse and unclasped her bra to reveal her breasts. I can’t take my eyes from her soft pale flesh or the dark hard nipples that thrust from them.
“Hello sweetie, I’m up here.”
I look up and smile, “You are beautiful.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls who suck you off, sits on your cock and then shows you their tits.”
What’s the correct response to that?
“Shit! You’re so… So…” My mind is lost for words.
“Uh huh,” I stammer.
“And what about…?”
“Oh my mother fucking God! What was that?”
“That my pretty, was the benefit of doing Kegel exercises every day for twenty odd years.” She kisses me hard and her tongue does to my mouth what her pussy is doing to my cock
“Here’s a life lesson for you love. You can’t ever go wrong by complimenting the tightness of a woman’s cunt. Something like, Ooh baby you’re so tight, is the female equivalent of saying to a man of, God you’ve got a big cock. I don’t think you’ll fit in me.”
“You are fucking tight!”
“Thank you sweetie and, ooh you have a big cock.” We laugh. “But seriously, you don’t have to worry about that at all. Any princess who sits on this bad boy,” her pussy gives my cock another squeeze, “Won’t ever think she’s sitting on a pea.”
The fact that she can laugh and joke at a time like this swept away the last remaining fears I may have had and I can’t help but laugh with her. I didn’t care about this being my first time or that I knew so little about sex. I didn’t care that my first time was on a toilet or even that I may get arrested for having sex in said disabled/baby-changing toilet stall of my favourite coffee-house. That all meant nothing and all that was important was here and now and that I was about to fuck, or should that be get fucked, by this beautiful and amazing woman.
I pull her to me and this time I’m the one that initiates the kiss, “All the better to fuck you with my dear.”
“Now you’re getting into the spirit of it.”
She gently pulls my head down guiding my mouth towards a nipple and I follow her lead eagerly and suck it into my mouth. I lick and suck and at her instructions bite gently at the hard tips. I was a fast learner because soon enough her sighs from above told me I’m doing something right.
She starts lifting herself up off me again. But this time there is no teasing as she slides up and down with real urgency. This I think I could take except she is squeezing me with those velvet and steel muscles and her hips do small sensual twists on the down stroke to give that extra jolt of sensation.
She guides my head to the other breast and I nip and suckle on that one with more confidence and revel in her offered flesh. Then back and forth, back and forth, with one hand tightly gripping my hair she moves my mouth to pleasure her breasts. The other has slipped between us and under her bunched skirt to pleasure her clit.
I want this to last forever and I so want to do it again and again and again.
I slide my hands under her blouse and explore her soft skin. From the swell of her breasts down over her ribs to rounded hip and up the firm expanse of her shoulders and back. I want to touch and feel all of her.
By now she’s no longer just sliding up and down my cock. She’s all out fucking it. Lifting up to slam back down on me over and over again. I recognise her need and my hands are no longer just touching. I grab at her hips to strengthen the ferocity of her fucking me but also enjoying the need to hold her and pull her again and again down on to my cock.
The only sound in the stall is our heavy breathing and the erotic sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her actions are too violent now for my mouth to taste her tits so I can only watch them bounce before me with the nipples glistening wet from my sucking on them.
Her hands tightening their grip on my head gives the first warning of the storm to come. She slams down on me one last time and the hand at her clit goes into a frenzy. I glance up and see a look of pure wonder spread across her face. It’s like she’s at the crest of some giant wave and for just a split second she’s at a perfect point of balance, but it can only last for a moment before breaking and come crashing down.
“Ugh…,” She groans out, grinds out, through clenched teeth and her head snaps back and I can see the tendons straining in her neck.
Her whimpers and body’s twitches go on for a while before she relaxes and melts into me. I wrap my arms around her to draw her close with her head resting on my shoulder as she basks in the afterglow. Her breath tickles the skin of my neck and sends delicious shivers down my spine. Shivers met by ones coming up caused by the sensation of her post-orgasmic pussy leaking girl cum slowly down my thighs and dripping off my balls.
“That was fabulous. I’d almost forgotten what it feels like to come on a real cock,” she presses her lips to my neck licking my skin, “and you have a nice cock.”
“Are you enjoying your first piece of pussy?” Her hands manoeuvre my head and allow her to trail her tongue and lips over my neck and face until we’re staring eye to eye with our lips almost touching.
“Do you like fucking my cunt?”
She must have felt the twitch of my cock reacting to her words.” I thought so. Now let’s get to the good bit.” Her face is just one lustful grin. “Where you don’t just get to fuck my cunt, but get to come deep and hard in its tight wet warmth.”
With that she clamps her lips to mine and resumes the pleasant task of fucking the hell out of me. The sensation is overwhelming and I again latch on to her hips to enjoy the tight grip of her cunt pounding my cock. She uses a similar style and ferocity in my mouth and tongue-fucks me. She controls the pace completely with her tongue sweeping and playing with my own and only retreating so as to suck on it hard.
With her soft tits rubbing up against my chest, hot wet tongue consuming my mouth and her squeezing stroking cunt fucking my cock relentlessly it doesn’t take long before the inevitable happens.
“I’m coming,” I croak, barely able to get the words out from around her lips and tongue.
She grabs my face hard between her hands to maintain eye contact before commanding. “Then come you fucker. Fuck me full of your cum. Come in my pussy. Come in my cunt!”
I do as I’m commanded and she smiles eagerly at me, working her inner muscles around me. My hands at her waist squeeze so hard holding her to me that I’m afraid I may be hurting her but I can’t, won’t, let go of her for anything. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” With each grunt of each word my body spasms and my cock fills her hot cunt with my hot cum.
This time, as my body slumps, it’s she who pulls me close and holds me to her chest in a gentle and comforting way. A stark contrast to the rough aggressive style of the sex we’ve just shared.
I’m totally relaxed and utterly exhausted and don’t think I could ever move another muscle ever again. That is until she whispers in my ear, “So…was it good for you? Did you come?” and I hug her tight and giggle right along with her.
We stayed like that for a while with arms around each other and kissing softly and lazily. But without the distraction of desire, the discomfort of the hard toilet seat and what it was doing to my back and arse, eventually pulled us from the never-never-land of fantasy sex and back into the real world.
“You are a very lucky boy.”
“Don’t I just know it!”
“No I don’t mean it like that. I didn’t plan this here in the café on the spur of the moment. I’ve been thinking about it all day. I was going to do the instructor at the gym but then thought, I don’t want to do anyone in my real life and then have complications later. So then I thought a random stranger would be great. But how to have sex with a stranger and not end up the victim of a serial killer? Then you rode up on your white horse like prince charming. All sweet and kind and wouldn’t say boo to a fly and my perfect victim.”
“So I’m not your first choice and come across as a bit of a wimp? Should I feel insulted?”
“Do you feel insulted?” Grinding down on my soft cock and pulling my face to nestle between her breasts.
“Hell no,” is my muffled but exuberant reply, “I had sex. I call that a win.”
“Good boy.” She pulls away. “So now it’s time I was going.”
“I don’t suppose there’s a chance I can see you again?”
“I’m afraid not sweetie. This was a one-off, just for sex, and then we move along. I am old enough to be your mother. Well more like a wicked step-mother at least. All we have here is a…”
She must see the look in my eye.
“Oh I see. I’ve handed out the free pussy and you want some more,” she laughs, “So I’ve turned the beauty into the beast.”
“Um…Something like that.” I give her the honest reply I think she deserves. “We did have a good time didn’t we? So couldn’t we do it again?”
“How about you give me your number and maybe if I’m feeling like being a bad girl again I’ll give you a call. You wouldn’t mind me calling you up randomly and using you for sex would you? I didn’t think so,” she said smiling in response to my toothy grin.
She climbed off me and grabbing a towel from her bag wiped our combined mess from her pussy and thighs. I stay seated on the toilet with jeans still at my feet and cock hanging out feeling no shame or embarrassment but plenty of pride and happiness. I watched fascinated as she went about dressing and using the small mirror over the sink to apply a little makeup so within a few minutes she looked as stylish and sophisticated as when I first saw her.
She pulls out her phone and I give her my number and I hope, really hope that she’ll call.
Then reaching down she picks up her panties from the top of her bag and throws them to me. “Here, a keepsake for your first time and something to remember me by.”I catch and clasp them tightly in my fist. They feel nice but all my attention is completely on the woman in front of me.
She comes over and lays one last soft kiss on my lips, “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon. I shall now go to my divorce a happily well fucked and for a few hours more, vengeful wife. That should see me through being in the same room with that cheating fuck of a troll.”
But there’s no anger in her voice and she has that beautiful smile again.
“Thank you,” because I don’t know what else to say.
“You’re very, very welcome. Now come lock this door behind me or put your cock away before somebody walks in and gets a nice surprise.”
This pulls me from my happy place and reminds me that there’s a world out there and it might not approve of all of this. Standing isn’t easy as my legs are a little shaky. I don’t know if it’s from the great sex or just sitting on a toilet too long but it takes a while to get the hang of it. By the time I’ve pulled up my jeans and made myself look decent she’s gone. All that remains of her is a scrap of black lace in my pocket, the lingering scent of her perfume on my skin and a fond memory that I’ll carry happily ever after.
I just had sex!
Fuck! For the first time!
Fuck! With beautiful stranger!
Fuck! In the public toilet of a café!
I need a coffee!