0 comments/ 12580 views/ 1 favorites First Coffee Ch. 01 By: TzErotic Michael looked up from the short menu and once again scanned the street outside the café. There was still no sign of Kate, but he tended to be patient; especially when it came to this woman he had known for years but had never actually met before. They knew each other well; in a way that few people would understand. Spending so much time talking was one of the advantages of an online friendship. A mental and emotional closeness had developed that actual dating would never have left time for. He cradled the warm coffee mug in his hand, and thought back to the many mornings that he had spent with Kate in video conference; watching her delicate hands caress her coffee mug as they talked of life, and the pains and passions that accompany it. His eyes took on an extra sparkle and he smiled slightly. Sometimes he was sure that he spent too much time thinking of Kate. She was, after all, married. She had a family who depended on her for everything. She gave herself selflessly to her family, yet was neglected in her marriage. She was willing to sacrifice an important part of herself for her family, and Michael admired her for it. It made it easier for him to make sacrifices of his own when it came to Kate. Michael had been through 2 marriages himself. He knew what it meant to be taken for granted and neglected. He had come to realize that the most giving people are often taken for granted in relationships. He hadn't planned on getting involved with anyone again; but you can't plan your heart or your soul. They make their own connections. The tinkle of the bell over the café door interrupted his thoughts. He looked up expectantly, and shook his head slightly when the new customer turned out to be a young woman in a hurry to grab her coffee and return to the currents of strangers flowing down the streets outside. That glance inside the café, however, had given Michael a chance to notice something that he had missed before. With his attention so focused on the sidewalk leading to the café, he had paid little attention to the people already seated inside. He had given the tables a cursory glance when he first arrived, but since he was over an hour early for their meeting, he knew Kate would be arriving later. That was something he had planned. He wanted to watch her walk in. He wanted to see her eyes and her expression as she got closer to something they had waited for so long to experience. What he now noticed, however, was a woman seated at a small table in the back corner; her face and most of her body hidden behind the newspaper she seemed to be reading. That wasn't unusual, and was not what had caught his eye. What had caught his eye was the way she had one leg folded in front of her on the chair, in almost a semi-lotus position; except in this case, the heel of her shoeless foot was pressed close to her beneath her loose skirt. He couldn't see the heel pressing against her panties: it was too dark under the table for that, but he watched closely and noticed a slight rocking of her hips. Michael got up from his table, and walked over to the woman in the corner. He noticed the newspaper trembling slightly as he got closer, and he was now able to see that one corner of the paper was heavily wrinkled; as if it had been quickly folded down and back up many times. "The news must be interesting today, I couldn't help but notice how much you are enjoying your reading." he said as he reached the table. A soft and lyrical voice replied from behind the paper, "Yes, I have been enjoying myself, but it wasn't the news as much as other things that I was observing." Michael sat down at her table and asked, "What other things?" "Oh, things like how much you seem to want to meet whoever it is you keep looking out the window for; how you smile so sweetly when you think of her; and how your eyes, reflected in the window, smolder with promises that you yearn to keep." was the soft reply from behind the paper. "I have waited a long time to meet this woman, she is very special to me in a way that no one else ever has been. I came here early just so I could be sure to see her reaction when she arrived, but I think she has once again planned ahead of me." Michael said. The paper trembled a bit more, and in a voice just above a whisper, Kate said, "I couldn't resist, Michael. After all this time that we have talked and watched each other, I needed to watch you one more time. I needed to see your feelings on your face and in your eyes one more time." Michael reached out and slowly pushed the newspaper down to the table. He looked deeply into the eyes of the woman that he had been waiting a lifetime for and said, "Then look all you want, love. Look and don't ever forget what you see; because I will always feel this way." It was several moments before any more words were spoken, but much passed between the two as they became lost in each other's eyes. "How did you recognize me?" Michael smiled and raised one eyebrow, "No one else has such talented heels, my dear." Kate blushed visibly, but her soft voice was still bold as she replied, "A woman learns to adapt to a life of rarely being alone, yet often being lonely." "Some needs are easier to fulfill than others, but I have always admired your resourcefulness as well as your beauty." She laughed then and said, "These talented heels are how we first met, you know." "I recall. I was impressed with how passionate you were." "It was your imagination that impressed me, Michael. It was the reason for the passion." Michael got them both a fresh cup of coffee, and moved his chair closer to Kate's before sitting back down. He noticed that the newspaper had now been placed half on the edge of the table, with the other half hanging down toward the floor. This created a small curtain that blocked the underside of the table from view. "I am thankful that you were still reading your paper when I noticed you." He nodded toward the newspaper as he looked at Kate and sipped his coffee. "Well, sir, I think I have the attention of the one I came here for. No further attention by others is needed," Kate quipped with a smile. "I agree. You have all my attention," he said as his hand moved under the table to rest on the thigh of her bent leg. He watched her hands fold around her coffee mug as he moved his hand higher up her thigh. He could feel the warmth and delicate softness of her skin. "I have always thought that you must have the softest heels imaginable" His voice got lower and took on a strong tone that felt to Kate like arms holding her safe and apart from the entire world. "You may have imagined correctly, but imagination can only go so far," she said in a voice that was increasingly reflecting her emotions, despite her shyness and her attempts to control what she was feeling. "Indeed. That is why I intend to investigate further," he said. His hand slowly slid further up her inner thigh. His eyes closed a bit as his fingers touched the edge of her silken panties, and easily slid over the damp material to where her heel was pressed firmly against the moist heat that the panties could not contain. Kate's breathing changed. She was almost panting the words that she now gave him, "So long have I waited to be touched; to feel your skin against mine." Her hands gripped her mug tightly, almost desperately. Her head was lowered, she appeared to be studying the coffee swirling slowly in her mug, but Michael noticed that her eyes were closed, and that there were the beginnings of tears trying to escape the corner of the eye closest to him. He wanted to take her in his arms right there in the café, but he knew they would be totally lost in each other if he did that right now. Instead, he moved his hand back to her thigh and squeezed it as he gently lifted her chin with the other hand. "You need a moment to catch your breath. I will wait for you here," Michael said as he nodded toward the little hallway that led to the bathrooms. Kate flashed a puzzled smile and unfolded her leg as she rose from the table. He motioned for her to lean closer so that he could whisper into her ear, "There is one thing I want you to do, Kate. I want you to bring your wet panties back to me and put them into my hand; here under the table." Her smile widened and her eyes narrowed as she breathed, "Yes sir." First Coffee Ch. 02 Michael watched Kate walk gracefully away, and disappear into one of the two bathroom doors at the far end of the hallway leading deep into the rear of the café. He continued to stare down the hallway as he slowly brought his hand up from under the table and picked up a napkin; before casually bringing it to his lips. Not that his lips needed a napkin; he only went through the motions in order to bring the fingers that had moments ago caressed Kate's moist panties, up to his nose; where he let them linger for a few seconds as the napkin covered his lips. He inhaled slowly. Yes, there was Kate's scent, so sweet and earthy. He brought his hand down and slid it back under the table, where he was forced to carefully adjust the position of his hardening cock trapped beneath the material of his pants. Kate entered the bathroom and quickly locked the door before reaching under her skirt. She felt the wet silk clinging to the lips of her pussy as she peeled them down. She didn't think she had ever been wetter, and she wondered how it would feel to walk back out there with the cool air teasing her swollen clit. She found the idea a bit frightening, but also exciting. Michael had touched her, and she was sure she wanted and needed more before this first meeting was over. She stepped out of her panties and folded the silk into the palm of one hand. There wasn't that much material; they were thongs after all. They fit her palm nicely, but she could feel how wet they were with her juices. She thought about giving them to him, and felt her nipples harden and send little messages of need down to the hunger growing between her thighs. She balled the damp material in her fist, took a deep breath, and unlocked the door; before walking as slowly as her eyes, fixed on Michael at the table, would let her. Michael smiled as he saw Kate approach. He watched her sit gracefully beside him as he smiled at her. "Welcome back, love. I trust you have gotten a hand on your composure?" Kate's sly smile added a secretive tone to her reply, "Yes, Michael, I have everything in hand as you ordered." The newspaper hanging from the table continued to hide the lovers' game from the eyes of the café's few other clients, so no one else saw Michael's hand move slowly up the soft skin of Kate's thigh. They might have seen her eyes looking into his. They might have seen the surprise on his face when his hand encountered hers as it got closer to what he yearned to touch. They might have seen the passion on the faces of both when Kate's small fingers caressed his larger palm as she let the silk fall into place there. They would never know the reason for the obvious love that they could see, or for the depth of the passion that they could not see. Perhaps even the lovers themselves could not see the reason, or the need for any. "I am pleased, Kate. Your ability to give never ceases to amaze me." Michael said as he folded his fingers over the silk and brought his closed hand up to the napkin resting on the table. He covered that hand with his other, and deftly moved the napkin over the damp crushed silk of Kate's panties; before taking both napkin and panties back into his hand. He never took his eyes off Kate's as he slowly brought the panties, now hidden by the napkin, up to his lips. Kate's eyes widened as she watched. She could feel the wetness between her legs beginning to escape from the folds of her swollen pussy and slowly slide lower. Michael held the panties just in front of his lips as he took a visible deep breath and commented, "I don't think I have ever enjoyed the aroma in a café so much." "It must be the special blend here," Kate replied quickly. She was finding it increasingly difficult to sit still. She desperately wanted to fold her leg under her so that she could feel the pressure of her heel against the ache in her pussy, but she knew that wasn't what she really needed. She wanted more than that now. "Please...," she said softly. "Please what?" Michael asked firmly. "Please... ah, enjoy the taste as well as the aroma." Michael smiled and brought his coffee mug briefly to his lips, without really sipping it at all; and then set it down. He seemed to touch the napkin to his mouth then, but Kate knew it wasn't the napkin touching his lips, it was her panties. Her panties, soaked with the juices of her pussy, were touching Michael's lips as she watched. She began to tremble. It felt like her heart would beat out her excitement to the world. But she didn't feel the heartbeat in her chest; she felt it deep in her pussy. It was a throb she knew well, but had never been so attuned to before. "That has to be the most delicious I have ever tasted. It is indeed most special," Michael said, after bringing the moist silk to his mouth and sneaking a quick taste with his tongue and lips. He watched her closely. He saw the slight trembling and noticed her rocking a bit in her seat. He once again brought the napkin-clad panties to his mouth, and took part of the wet material into his mouth. He could taste her. He thought then that he would never get enough of her taste or scent. His cock had never been harder or more insistent, but Michael didn't want this moment to get away from them. It was their first meeting, and they had years of partially-denied desire to answer for. He knew that it was his responsibility to guide them through this, and to make sure that Kate was better off for having taken this step in their relationship. Michael rested his hands together on the table and quickly removed the napkin, leaving only the panties folded under one hand. He slid that hand and the panties once again under the table. He dropped the panties onto the top of her skirt, then quickly slid his hand under the skirt and along her thigh until his fingers touched the wet folds of her pussy. He felt the slick juices even before his fingers easily slid between the extended petals of her inner lips. To the few other patrons of the café who might have been watching, they would have appeared to be two lovers leaning against each other in an isolated corner talking deeply of love, and that is exactly what they were doing. They were just communicating in an unspoken language; one older than words. "Relax, love. All the time we have known each other has led to this, and this will lead to more in its time," Michael breathed into her ear as he leaned in closer to her. Kate's breathing stopped when his fingers slid into her so easily, but quickly resumed to the same rhythm as the fingers sliding in and out of her. First two fingers, then three, and then he was deep into her with most of his hand. She couldn't stand it. She needed something to concentrate on. She needed something to touch. One hand found her panties in her lap, and she gripped them tightly. That wasn't enough, though. She needed to feel him. Kate slid down a little in her chair and leaned against Michael's shoulder. "I need to feel you," she whispered into his ear, "Now. Here." "I would never deny you, Kate." Michael whispered back. Kate moved one hand over to his lap and placed it over the bulge there. She felt how hard he was for her. She couldn't wait. She had to feel it in her hand. She had to grip it. She had to claim it for her own. Kate's fingers found the zipper, but she had a little trouble getting it lowered past the bulge that stretched the material so tightly. Finally she succeeded. When she moved her fingers back up, preparing to slide them inside the opening; she was surprised that her fingers met only velvet skin. His cock had popped free of its prison as soon as the opened zipper had allowed its freedom, and was now reaching for her even as she reached for it. "Oh. Oh yes,' she breathed as her fingers closed around him. His cock was thick and filled her hand. It was hot and it pulsed with the same rhythm as the thrusting of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Michael breathed deeply and whispered, "So long have I waited, too, my love." Kate slid her hand lightly up the shaft and her fingers teased the head before sliding back down. She was past teasing though; for him or her. She gripped him firmly then and began sliding the skin up and down. She could feel the swollen head as it passed beneath her fingers; and it only took a few strokes before his juices were running down and wetting her hand. Kate moaned when she felt her fingers begin to slide over the wet head of Michael's cock. She wanted to taste him, like he had tasted her; and she wanted him to watch her do it, just as she had watched him. She released his cock and quickly moved her hand up and snatched up her own napkin, before bringing it to her lips. She breathed deeply with her glistening fingers under her nose and whispered, "I agree, the aroma here is intoxicating." Michael watched her quickly turn her hand and rest the backs of her fingers against her lips. Her tongue slid out and licked along the wetness there. "That is most delicious, indeed. I look forward to more." Kate said in a deep whisper. Michael slowly slid his fingers out of her, and looked into her eyes as he said, "I think we both need some time to a get a hand on our emotions. Go to the women's bathroom at the end of the hall. Make sure that it is empty and then enter and wait there." "Yes, sir," Kate answered as she sat up in her seat and pulled her skirt back in place; before slowly walking to the end of the hall, her panties gripped tightly in one fist. First Coffee Ch. 03 Michael took a few minutes to confine his raging hard cock in his pants once again. He knew it was hopeless to expect it to soften, so he picked up the newspaper from the table and held it between his crotch and rest of the café as he rose and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Kate waited for him there, and he couldn't get there fast enough. He stopped outside the door and said in a firm but soft voice, "Let me in, Kate." "Yes, Michael," Kate's reply came as the door swung open. "I have never wanted so much to let anyone in." They were in each other's arms before they even realized it; their mouths pressed together, and tongues dancing. Kate managed to release him from his pants without knowing how she did it. She only knew the pleasure and passion of their kiss. Michael unbuttoned her blouse and cupped her breasts in his hands before pulling gently on the hard nipples. His arms went around her and pulled her against him. He felt those nipples press deep into the skin of his chest, and he wanted her even closer. Michael stepped out of the pants at his feet without ever breaking their kiss. His hands slid down her back and underneath her ass. His palms covered each cheek and the fingers gripped her there and pulled her to him. He lifted and her legs wrapped around his back before he let her hips slide lower; until he could feel her hot wetness just touch the tip of his cock. They moaned their need into their kiss as he let her slowly slide down onto the full length of him. Kate had her first small orgasm then, and she began riding the waves that their passion was creating inside her. They both began moving their hips. It wasn't awkward. They didn't need to find the right rhythm. Their bodies quickly learned what their souls already knew. Michael began thrusting harder into her; driving his need for her into a promise of shared passion that he would never let go of. He could feel every inch of contact between his cock and the possessive grip of her pussy. He escaped from that grip over and over, and each time, he willingly plunged back into the wet, silken embrace that seemed to want to hold him forever. She put her arms around his neck and buried her face in the anchor of the hollow there. She could feel the muscles of his shoulder ripple as he moved in and out of her. It seemed that the place where their bodies joined below was at once far away and yet closer than her own heartbeat. In the instant of that thought she listened for her heart, and heard so much more than she had expected. She heard not only her own heart beating, fast and steady; but also Michael's heart, slower and stronger. The two beats were not the same, but they formed a kind of harmony; a song of life that seemed to flow along the rhythm formed by the caress of his cock sliding in and out of the wet folds of her pussy. Their passionate breaths were the only lyrics to this song, and the moans that they whispered to each other were the chorus. She didn't think that she could possibly get him deep enough. In fact, she was sure of it, She wanted him inside her. Not just inside her pussy, swollen with lust and need; but inside her soul, swollen with love and desire. She wanted him now and forever, she wanted him, she needed him, she wanted to be part of him. It had been so long. It couldn't end. She wouldn't let it end. She felt him move faster, thrusting harder into her. Another wave of contractions began to build inside her, and she opened her eyes and threw her head back. His thrusts were bouncing her up with each stroke. She could feel her erect nipples crease his chest as they moved up and down; as if they meant to etch her need into his skin. The pressure at her pelvis spread and moved up her spine, where it met the sharp pleasure generated by her nipples. She pulled her head up level with his and looked directly into his eyes as the pressure of her orgasm suddenly expanded. Her eyes got bigger, the pupils dilating as her pussy was contracting. She had never felt anything like this. It wasn't the release of her normal orgasm, or any orgasm she had ever had for that matter. It wasn't an explosion. It was a spreading of her orgasm all over her body; and then farther, out of her and into his body. She saw it in his eyes. She saw the surprise when he felt her orgasm fill him. She felt it flow over him and into him...she felt it move through him and saw it through his eyes. It soaked into his soul and joined the male essence of his own orgasm. It moved back out through his body and down to his cock, where it exploded back into her. They remained in each others arms...standing there in that small bathroom in the quiet cafe. At least part of them did. Part of them wasn't there at all. Part of them was far away, living a happy life, taking care of each other and the children, sharing this song of passion, singing it to each other over and over until it became part of them, until they became part of each other. He gently let her slide down from his embrace. Her legs unwrapped from him and once again her feet were back on the ground. They were still looking into each other's eyes. They weren't smiling, or crying, or experiencing any of the emotions that they had expected. They each had felt what had happened. They were both sure that they would always feel it. "There are no words, love" Michael stated. He had to force his head to turn then, to break the eye contact, so that he could begin putting his clothes back in order; and allow her a chance to do the same. She began buttoning her silk blouse, and smoothing her skirt back down over her hips. "No, hun, no words; just you - me - us. ...Us." She said the last word like it was made of pure gold; like it was precious and valuable; like it was incorruptible and eternal. She said it like she had never said it before. She said it like she would never say it any other way again. Michael sat at the table of the quiet cafe and watched as the sight of Kate diminished in his view out the window. He held his mug tighter and looked into his heart, at Us. Kate was still there, where she would never have to walk away; where she would never diminish.