The Coffee Shop

The Coffee Shop
 
 
They had only been communicating through email and instant message yet there
was something there, some sort of connection or lust. Some heat would rise
in him at the site of an email from her. She was a red head and he craved to
experience one in his lifetime. She seemed to be fiery and playful which
only made it more of a craving for him. He imagined what it would be like to
hold her in his arms and smell her hair as he nuzzled her neck. Could he
handle it? Could she? He didn't know but the thought made his groin stir
slightly. He felt awake and so desired to awaken her. To begin to get her
hot and moist. Her passion to begin to rise for him.

They decided to meet and it was awkward at first but yet there was
something. There was a first hug and he could smell her, what was it? It
made him want to breathe deeper and just inhale her smell. He could feel her
warmth through her clothes as he pulled her nearer. His hand so wanted to
slide along her body and to feel her. He wanted to slide his hand to her
lower back but didn't dare to do so at this point. They sat and chatted over
an espresso. It was oh so comfortable and like they had done it a million
times before. Her leg slid of over and brushed his under the table.

He glanced at her hoping it was not an accident. She winked and he knew it was not at all an accident. She slid her foot up the inside of his leg. He had not noticed that she had slipped her shoe off. She massaged his inner thing with her foot and he became very aroused. She could tell by how red his face was getting. She wanted to tease him more but he reached down and grabbed her foot. He gently massaged it and slid his hand up her freshly shaven leg. Her skin was soft under his fingers. It felt like silk and he just want to keep sliding. She wasnt stopping him and yet he felt nerves running inside of him, waiting to be stopped. She had a long skirt on and no nylons, nothing between his fingers and her skin. He could tell she was enjoying every second of it by the twinkle that just kept getting bigger. He could reach no further than her knee but he ached to reach much further than that. She slid down a little to allow him to get yet closer. And when he reached the limit this time she gave him a playful smile. He wondered if she was wet for him and she wondered just how hard he was for her. How much did he want her? Was he throbbing? She wanted to make him throb. She took hold of his hand..
 
And pulled him towards the middle of the semi-circular booth. She slid to over to meet him. Her hand never leaving his as she held it tight to not break the connection she felt. When they neared and finally settled she placed his hand under her long skirt on her knee and slid her own hand deftly over his tight jeans towards his crotch where she fully expected to feel him fully bulging inside of his jeans. He was anxious yet excited as he thought of where he was but had that anxiety over ridden with the feel of her warm soft leg. He slowly slid upward and onward, his heart pounded and his handed began to shake, not in fear but in pure excitement. Her hand inched upward and they timed it to reach at the same time. She was pleasantly surprised with the size of the bulge she found and caressed it, felt it pulse and so wanted to release it from its prison and take hold of it. He reached her and did not find what he expected at all to his liking. He expected to find some panties between him and her wetness. He felt her and she squirmed in the seat. He slid his finger inside her, she was tight and he could only imagine how tight it would feel to his pulsing cock. He slowly slid it in and out as he starred into her eyes. She starred back and he could tell she was enjoying this by looking in her eyes and feeling the growing moisture. She put both of her hands on the bench and squeezed as he now began to rub her clit. She tried to close her legs but he leaned over and kissed her softly on the neck and whispered in her ear to relax and just enjoy it. It was different; it was erotic for both of them in this setting. She came closer and closer to her orgasm and he kept working to bring her there, she came and her body tensed with pleasure as she lost control with one final touch of his hand. She moaned suddenly and drew attention to their table. He picked up the coffee and pointed to it. He knew they would not believe him but he had to try. Her face was as red as her hair now and she ran from the coffee shop. He sat there because he was not quite ready to move yet. The other patrons starred at him and he just laughed out loud.