The Coffee Shop

She sat there in the coffee shop, brooding and pissed off at her loser boyfriend, again. Almost a hundred bucks she had spent on the sexy red underwear, and he could barely glance up from the T.V.. They hadn’t had sex in almost a month, and she liked sex. Sex was fun to her, like a drug, an escape from the dull monotony of life. But he always seemed to be busy with work or friends or his fucking television. Sure, he would watch porn movies on his new DVD player, but he wouldn’t even fuck his own girlfriend. There were probably hundreds of guys out there who would gladly fuck her, caress her, make love to her. It didn’t make any sense, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
She glanced around the near empty coffee shop and wondered if anybody else was brooding over their personal problems, maybe even their loser boyfriends. An old lady sat reading a bus schedule; a middle-aged bald man pretended to read a newspaper while he checked her out. I am not that desperate yet, she thought; a young couple sat across from each other, holding hands and talking quietly. Great, that is just what I need to see, she sighed.
Then the door swung open and he walked in. He was kind of short, with olive skin, curly black hair and glasses. He had a nice blue suit on, and he looked to be about thirty, but it was hard to tell. But even with the glasses, she could tell that he had lovely green eyes. When he smiled at her on his way to the counter, she couldn’t help but smile back. He was cute, and probably shy. She went back to brooding.
He took a seat at a table about 15 feet away, but he sat directly facing her. He had a coffee and a book. He glanced up and caught her looking at him and he smiled his smile again. She looked away, feeling kind of silly. She didn’t want him to think she was checking him out or anything. He was an average looking guy, and she knew she was hot, and she knew she was looking hot, with her black skirt, tight t-shirt and big black boots. Not to mention the hundred dollar red thong and panty set underneath.
But she looked again. She couldn’t believe it – he was staring blatantly at her breasts, with that sly smile of his. He looked up at her face and then right back at her tits again. She thought it was a bit creepy, yet kind of exciting too. I mean, she was used to guys staring at her tits, but they usually did so furtively, as if they didn’t think she would notice. But this guy KNEW she knew that he was ogling her, and he kept doing it. His stare burning a hole through her chest; he wasn’t hiding anything. She was aroused, something she hadn’t been for a while. She thought she might make it fun.
She arched her back, pretending to stretch, so her ample breasts jutted further from her chest, stretching the material of her white t-shirt. She looked at him, and his eyes didn’t move from her chest. Then they did move….down her body to her legs. His eyes moved up and down her body. From her tits to her legs, and back up to her face, letting her know exactly what he was doing. So much for this guy being shy!
She decided to keep playing, and she swiveled her hips a bit, so that her crossed knees were facing him. Before she could think about it, she slowly uncrossed her legs and spread them ever so slightly, allowing him to sneak a peek at her red panties, if he looked hard enough. And she knew he would look hard enough. She stared at him as he stared intently at her legs, and even further between them. She spread her legs a little wider and saw his eyes bulge a little. She was getting wet, and she could only imagine the state his cock was in.
She wondered how far this was going to go. She needed to get home, but she was surprised at how aroused she was. Each time she looked at him, he was staring at her pussy or breasts, only briefly would he look into her eyes.
Then he stood up, and she caught a glimpse of his erection through his pants. This time he stared directly into her eyes for a full couple of seconds, before tilting his head, as if to say, “follow me,” and he turned and walked to the washrooms at the back of the café.
She gulped hard, and felt her heart beat faster. She honestly did not know what to do. He didn’t actually expect her to follow did he? This was too weird. He wasn’t much to look at, but no doubt he had excited her, made her wet even. What would happen if she went in there? Would they get caught? Would he be too rough or violent? Was she actually seriously considering it? Questions flashed through her mind like a storm. Then she thought of her boyfriend, sitting at home, watching T.V., too busy to give her the time of day. At least this guy was noticing her, arousing her. Fuck it, she thought; you only live once, and I can make my own decisions. I am going to do it!
With her heart beating a mile a minute, she got up and walked to the back of the coffee shop. Her mouth became suddenly dry as she neared the washrooms. No turning back now, she thought.
The hallway was empty and her boots seemed very loud as she walked down toward the men’s washroom. She knew he was probably listening, and she didn’t really know what to do. Her uncertainty was answered when the door suddenly opened, and he quickly pulled her inside and shut the door. It was a small bathroom, but clean, with one toilet and a sink with a large mirror hanging above it.
He stared into her eyes, without saying a word, and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Their tongues fought with each other in a frenzy, and she could feel herself melt in the passionate excitement of the situation. He caressed her breasts roughly through her shirt, and she grabbed his ass firmly, as their mouths collided. Before she knew it, his hands were under her shirt and squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, which always drove her crazy.
He pushed her up against the wall, lifted her shirt, pulled up her new red bra and attacked her breasts with his mouth. His tongue slithered around her nipples and when he took them in her mouth, and nibbled, she let out a moan and grabbed his hair, pulling his head into her chest. He held both breasts as he took turns sucking and licking each nipple, driving her more and more crazy.
Then he turned her around, so she was facing the mirror, and he stood behind her, cupping her breasts, and then sliding his hands down her body….over her smooth tummy, and down between her legs. His hand stayed there, teasing her pussy, before sliding around to cup her ass cheeks. She looked into the mirror and was excited by what she saw. He was standing behind her as she bent over the sink, one hand on her breast, the other caressing her ass, and he began to kiss the back of her neck. Looking at herself, she felt a little dirty, but also very excited. He began to kiss his way down her back, gripping and massaging her ass cheeks firmly. His hot breath on her back made her shiver, and when he began to kiss her ass cheeks, she moaned again and pushed her ass back against him, hoping he would do more.
“I love thongs,” was all he said, as he kissed and massaged her ass, his kisses moving closer toward her pussy, which was quite wet by now. He pushed her thong aside and licked his way from the top of her ass down to her pussy, and she felt her knees weaken. He licked the length of her pussy and then his tongue settled on her clit, and he toyed with it, teasing it at first, and then twirling his tongue around it and taking it between his lips. She thought she would die, and then he licked his way up her pussy again, and teased her asshole with his tongue, before moving back down to her clit. As his tongue flicked away at her clit, she felt herself ready to come. The situation was too exciting for her to hold back.
“Lick my pussy,” she moaned, as she pushed herself back against his tongue, “I am going to come.”
He reached up with his hand and massaged her clit, as his tongue did circles around her asshole, and when he pushed a finger slowly inside her pussy, she tensed her body and came with a low moan. Her body shook, and she felt weak in her legs as her orgasm flooded through her body.
Before she had time to recover, he stood up behind her and looking at her in the mirror, he thrust his cock inside her pussy. She was so wet that it slid in easily, despite its size. He filled her with one thrust, and let it linger inside of her before easing it slowly in and out with slow, deep strokes. He reached his hands around and grabbed her tits roughly, kneading and massaging them as he fucked from behind. Looking in the mirror as her whole body jerked with each thrust of his cock drove her to a frenzy and she pushed back to meet each stroke. She loved the feel and the sound of his balls slapping against her thighs as he fucked he harder. His hands moved from her tits to her hair, and he pulled her hair back as moved his cock in and out of her slick cunt.
“Fuck me,” she growled, feeling dirty and uninhibited, “fuck my pussy!”
He grabbed her by the hips and began to thrust even harder, deeper. She looked into the mirror and saw him lick one of his fingers, which he then lowered to her asshole, teasing and rubbing it, before sliding it half way into her ass. This drove her crazy, and she moaned louder, urging him on. He alternated strokes, filling her pussy and then pulling back as he pushed his finger into her ass, then pulling his finger out as he thrust his cock even deeper. This drove her crazy and she knew what she needed.
“Put your cock in my ass. fuck my ass,” she purred.
He didn’t need much convincing, as he was able to take his cock from her pussy and slide it smoothly into her ass without missing a beat. His cock filled her ass, and after the initial painful shock, it felt so good as he slowly slid his cock in and out, gripping her hips. Eventually, he began to fuck her ass with the same frenzy as he had fucked her pussy, and she loved it, especially when she looked into the mirror and watched herself being fucked in the ass by a complete stranger. She was lost in sexual frenzy and she didn’t care! She let herself be taken away, and without even thinking about it, she came again, this time the orgasm coursed through her veins and lingered as he continued to pound her asshole.
She could tell by his moans and his thrusts that he was going to come, and she began to anticipate his warm come flooding her asshole. He began to thrust harder, and then he pulled his cock out; he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around and pushed her onto her knees in front of him. Without a word, he took his cock and thrust it into her mouth and began to slowly fuck her face. She was excited by the taste of her own juices on his cock as it slid between her lips, his balls hitting her chin each time. Then he began to moan, and she knew what was coming.
“I want to come on your face,” he gasped.
This wasn’t something she particularly liked, but considering the situation, who was she to argue? He pulled his cock out of her mouth and began to jerk it just inches from her face. He began to gasp and the first spurts of come flew out of his cock and landed on her cheek and her mouth. More spurts followed, hitting her mouth, her eyes, and some even getting inside her mouth. She was surprised at how warm it was, and it actually didn’t taste that bad, so she grabbed his cock and stuck it in her mouth, so she could suck and swallow the rest of his cum. She massaged his balls as the last drops came out of his cock and she swallowed eagerly, not wanting to let go of his cock and have the moment end.