0 comments/ 19219 views/ 1 favorites Coffee Date By: 64 Arts I sat at the table in the far corner of the coffee shop, keeping an eye on everyone that came in the door. Time seemed like an eternity, the steady tick tick tock providing rhythm, to my eager impatience for her to arrive. Sipping on my coffee, the warm liquid blanketing my throat and warming up my belly, my thoughts drifted off to what could be in store... Our late night conversation always ended up in the same place. We shared the same taboo fantasy, which still remained unfulfilled for the both of us. A passionate one-on-one fling, of unexplored territory. My thoughts interrupted as she sat herself across from me. I was so carried off with my thoughts; I didn't even see her come in. She was beautiful, in the most real sense, bright eyes and full smile enveloping me. "Hi", I managed to get out, a little taken aback by her presence. She was better than any expectation I may have unknowingly set for her, no surprises of lack of shape, extra limbs, or other disfigurements... she was perfect. No unrealistic super-model-ness appeal, but just gorgeous girl, as real as could be sitting in front of me. We chitchatted aimlessly over our coffee, catching up on each other's lives, the conversation starting to slow down as our interests on the subject dawdled. I suggested going to someplace cozier, and we got our stuff together, called a cab and sat outside to wait. The air was a bit chilly, as the season turned, the crisp scraping of yellowed leaves dancing on the pavement around us. I lit a cigarette, and turned my body slightly, my knee resting to a stop against hers. Taking note that she didn't tense up or move away, but continued talking easily, as though nothing could be wrong, I leaned into her a little more, savoring the heat growing between us. Our cab pulled up and we settled in the back, leaving no space between us. I directed the driver to a little out of the place lounge I knew of... a perfect spot for tonight with its dim lights, mellow trax, and tasty potions. We paid the driver, and entered the lounge, settling ourselves into the dim-lit corner, the melodic trance music warming our bones. Once our drinks arrived, our conversation turned more intimate. I leaned back in the booth, bringing my feet up to rest beside her thigh. We talked of common interests, which eventually led to our interests in the bedroom, and by listening to her account of what made her hot, brought a prickling heat up my inner thighs. I don't know if it was the drinks, or the topic, but you could tell it was getting to her too... her hands became fidgety, playing with the straw in her glass. I saw this as a make or break, and knew I would have to make the first move. I slid my toes up along her thigh, caressing her curves ever so slightly. She responded, just as I hoped her too, and brought her hand atop my foot, her soft hands gently stroking my skin. We played this way for a bit, innocently, our conversation not hesitating for a second. Then I sat up, placing my hand on her inner thigh, and said "I have to go the girly room, come with". We found our way to the washrooms, me in the lead, and when the door closed behind us, I pulled her into a stall, locking the door. Feeling courageous now, I pushed her up against the wall, and gently but firmly, laying my hand upon her face, pulled her lips to mine. She tasted sweetly, of a berry gloss unknown, as I brushed my lips across hers, kissing her softly. She responded eagerly, her lips working against mine, tugging at my lip, and pulling me in for a deeper kiss. Her tongue searching for mine, then upon finding it, stroking mine with its tip. Our kisses turned more passionate, and I could feel myself getting wet. I pulled back slightly, still keeping her pressed. My fingers find the edge of her low-cut top and pull it down, just enough to reveal milky skin, and the hint of areola. Pull it down a bit more, and release her nipple, which is hard and taut by now. I bring my mouth down upon its bud, surrounding it in my warm, wet mouth. A low moan escapes her lips, as I circle it with my tongue, and gently nip it with my teeth. With my hands now upon her breast, grabbing it by the handful, and feeding it into my mouth. I kiss her up her breast, along her collarbone, and up her neck, resting at her earlobe, and taking it into my mouth. I suckle softly, my warm breath in her ear. I can feel her melting in my arms like putty, and she holds onto me for support. Her hands are moving on my hips, up to the sides of my breast, and then back down again to my ass. I kiss her again, more frantically this time, bringing my hand between her legs, and stroking her V. Our breaths quicken, and she leans into my strokes, while her jeans are becoming something of a nuisance, so I reach to unbutton them. I look up to her to make sure its okay, but her head is leaned back, her eyes closed, and I can tell she wants nothing else. Unbuttoned now, I pull her zipper down slowly and bring her jeans over her hips, and down her legs, till they rest on the floor. She steps out of them, and looks like she's not sure what to do next so I grab her leg under the thigh and lift her foot onto the porcelain lid. My hands under her shirt now, tweaking her nipples, caressing her breasts, I move down, running my hands along the length of her sides, over her hips, and bring my one hand to her puss. I stroke her folds, which part easily, revealing the wetness within. My finger slides slickly up her entire length, resting at her gem, to circle it gently, and then back down again till I feel her hole, my finger dipping just slightly. I kiss her again with as much passion as I can muster, and say, "I want to taste you, is that okay?" She nods in agreement, too turned on by the idea to say no. I kneel down before her... one hand pressed against her hip, the other parting her folds, to bring her beautiful pink gem to view. The tip of my tongue finds her nub, and strokes it up and down, encircling it, sliding down her folds till I reach her hole, to dip my tongue in. She tastes like sex & honey, better than anything I've ever tasted before, and I lick my lips satisfyingly. Wrapping my lips around her gem, I suck it gently, massaging it with my tongue, and I can tell its driving her crazy, as she's beginning to grind against my mouth. One hand on her ass, pulling her into me, the other hand's fingers slipping up inside her... stroking her g-spot, while my tongue works on her gem. She's getting quite slippery now, my fingers fucking her with ease, and looking up at her, I see her hands grabbing at her breasts, pinching at her nipples, her mouth open to let her moans escape. Not caring who might be listening, I give her my all, my tongue and fingers going to a rhythm I know will make her come, and soon after they do, her wetness pouring down my chin, down my fingers and onto my wrist. I feel her shudder, in that good after-orgasmic way, and I slide up her slowly, a smile on my lips. "Did you like that?" I ask, and she nods contentedly. "More than you know," she replies. "Well then we'll have to do that again sometime," I say, "There's so much more left to be explored." "I can hardly wait," she tells me, and we straighten ourselves up and head back to our table. We spend the rest of our evening sipping on our drinks, playfully touching each other, and enjoying flirty conversation. When the night is coming to an end, I know we must get home, to our families, and our lovers. But neither of us can wait till we can rendezvous again, and on the cab ride home, we make plans to meet again soon. Both of us knowing that our casual flings, will give us something to be excited about, impatient to play it out again, in so many different ways... Coffee Date IT HAD BEEN three months since he satisfied the urge. Viktor loved his girlfriend dearly, and he had been with her for nearly two years; but she had made it clear, the one time he'd attempted to bring it up, that she didn't understand his needs, and thought he could manage without having them fulfilled. She was wrong. So, he had been working on the girl in the coffee shop that he visited most mornings before he went into work. She seemed open to the idea of fooling around with Viktor, responding to his casual flirting and, later, his overt pick-up lines with blushes and grins, her hands furtively brushing against his own as she handed him his caffeinated beverages. He felt a shallow but recurring guilt for cheating on Alicia. She just couldn't be everything that he wanted. She was sweet, smart, gorgeous-- but every time his large hands so much as tightened on her hips, ready to really fuck her, her voice broke on his ears, disappointing him once more. "Viktor, you're hurting me..." Before his grip ever fully closed around her wrists, she looked up at him in confusion, and he knew that he'd never be able to dominate her the way he really needed to. He needed to hurt her, make her tremble and cry out, make her beg without realizing exactly what it was she was begging for-- but she had to want it. And when he'd explained, in his careful English, that the only way he wanted to own her and abuse her was in a bedroom fashion, she'd looked up at him through her thick blond lashes. "Are you joking, Vik? I really hope this is a joke. Because that's just really... really... I don't think I could do that. Ever." He'd told her, "I just wanted to see how far you would go for me," but he had never really recovered from that blow. The first time they'd slept together, she had been near tears-- she was small and delicate, as was her cunt. Viktor, the big Romanian immigrant, was six foot seven (the measurements were so odd in this country), broad-shouldered, hard-muscled, and possessed of a truly magnificent cock. He hadn't known exactly how large it was until he'd brought it to America with him, where it seemed to be much appreciated-- except by Alicia. When he carefully pushed into her tight little pussy, she stretched near the point of tearing flesh, and bled a little. She hadn't gotten off that time, and he'd had to fight for it. The next few times had hardly been any better. While she eventually adjusted to the size of his cock, she couldn't even handle him fucking her hard. Cassie, on the other hand, was different. She was short, but built sturdier than his girlfriend, a little thick-waisted-- not that he minded. He liked it when she wore tank tops to work, so that he could see the subtle definition of her shoulder muscles, and the way that flowed so smoothly into the curve of her generous tits. He liked staring at her well-rounded ass when she reached up over her head. And most importantly, he liked the way she'd blushed and changed the subject a few months back when he asked how she'd gotten those bruises around her wrists. "Those look vicious," he had observed, raising his brow at her as his thumb brushed across her tender, damaged flesh. She had jerked her wrists away-- but only after lingering a second too long, her pretty face stained crimson. "Not as vicious as your bed head," she'd replied before turning to her next customer. Generally, he'd have argued-- he was artfully tousled-- but the way her hazel eyes hadn't been able to hold his as she said it just made him smile and shake his head. Thinking about it on his way to the coffee shop made Viktor's dick twitch in his pants, raising lazily to half-mast. He spent a moment in the car carefully adjusting himself so that his semi-hard on wouldn't be seen before going in, ordering his triple shot of espresso and his Italian soda from her. Then he settled down into one of the comfortable chairs by a large window and cracked open a book, taking advantage of this facade of everyday activity to keep an eye on her. The confident way she moved, the way her glossed red lips folded around her thumb when she accidentally burned it; this was a woman worthy of his attentions. About twenty minutes later, when Viktor still hadn't gone to work, Cassie stomped her way over to his table and waited, her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up to prominence. Damn, they were nice, he thought abstractly as he eyed their full rounded shape. He wondered what they would feel like under his hands... "Well?" she demanded, shifting his attention up to her face, her dark red curly hair falling around her shoulders. "Well what?" he answered idly, fingering the corner of his book. "Don't you have to go to work today?" Her nipples were hard; he could see them through the outline of her thin shirt. "No." He looked up at her, the only expression on his face patience and vague amusement. "I had this day scheduled off weeks ago." Cassie tilted her head to the side, confused. "Then why are you here? I mean, instead of in bed, like I would be." Ah-- now she did that to herself. His eyes traveled down her body, her legs-- that was a pair of thighs worth being between. He smiled as he looked back up at her face, which was steadily getting redder with his scrutiny. "Would you?" he drawled. "I've actually come to ask you what you're doing at the end of your shift." She blinked, confused, before she smiled. "Why do you ask?" Viktor could stand it no longer. He wanted to touch that smooth skin of hers. One of his hands darted out, grabbed her wrist, and jerked her close. "Not for a date." Thoroughly enjoying her half-suppressed yelp of surprise, he took her hand and pressed it down against his cock. It had grown steadily harder while he contemplated tying her hands behind her back, thoroughly reddening her ass, and fucking her into the mattress. "What do you think?" "Viktor!" she hissed, trying to free herself from his grasp, blushing darkly. "I'm at work-- people will see--" "What time?" he asked, grinding his hips up into her hand. "Tell me what time, Cassie, and I'll let you go." "Two o'clock!" She bit her lip, trying to pull herself away-- except for her fingers, which seemed to be engaged in trying to figure out exactly how large the swell of his dick was in his pants. "Let me go!" He released her wrist suddenly, and she stumbled a few steps back, her eyes cast to the ground. The skin where he'd held her was dark red and already darkening to a bruise. "I'll pick you up," he told her, and stood. He left with the intention of jacking off somewhere very soon, enjoying the way everyone stared at him as he walked out. Coffee Date Hitting an immense pothole snapped her back to reality. Becoming lost in fantasy seemed to be a common occurrence these days. Madeline smiled, riding the coattails of a fond memory. She quickly checked herself in the rear-view mirror, fluffed her dark brown curls and thought confidently that her hazel eyes (one of her best features) looked especially bright today. Feeling a familiar flutter in the pit of her stomach, she turned the steering wheel and deliberately found herself on Spruce St., where her former lover rented an apartment. Madeline knew that he wasn't home, but secretly she hoped one day to catch him outside so she would have an excuse to stop and say hello. Seeing no sign of him, and feeling a little silly, she turned the next corner and continued on her way home. Wiggling in her seat, she smiled discovering that even just the memory left her moist. Fingering the precious jewelry on her left ring finger, routine thoughts of housework and kids consumed her on the drive home. Her husband, Stan, was a wonderful man and she loved him deeply. He was her best friend, her husband, and a wonderful father to their young children. Recent years, though, had proven to be especially challenging. Up to a few months ago, she would have never thought that she would be involved in a sultry, steamy affair. If you asked anyone who knew her the consensus would be that she was honest, hardworking, and had a sensible head on her shoulders. Sensibility went right out the window when she started talking to Carter. It all started one lonely night with a simple online instant message. Things had become very complicated in her marriage and her level of frustration was at its highest. Stan had gone to bed after yet another fight between the two of them. On the verge of tears and contemplating the options ahead of her, she decided to calm down and check the flood of e-mails that came in from work. With nothing grabbing her attention, she turned her attention to the popular friends network with which she used to keep in touch with her closest buddies. Many months before, an old acquaintance of hers from school wanted to know how she was doing. Carter and Madeline had eyes for each other since junior high, but neither of them knew the other was interested. They ran in different circles and never had the opportunity for anything more than just a casual conversation. When he contacted her, she couldn't help but smile. She flirted with the idea of writing back, but hadn't followed through until tonight. Who knew the importance of what would come as she clicked the send button. Carter immediately contacted her back. Their online conversation started off very typical of friends getting to know one another. They chatted about everything from past experiences, their children, to future hopes and dreams. It felt as though they had been close friends forever. There was no denying that a definite connection existed between the two. Before she knew it, hours had passed effortlessly. As time marched on, each delicately teased the other with witty banter, placing a mischievous smile on Madeline's face. After each of them confessed their private crush for each other, the subject matter became much more intimate. With butterflies in her stomach, Madeline felt like a schoolgirl again; if only to be eighteen again. She recalled they had shared a P.E. class their senior year. She confessed to eyeing him regularly. Those hot days when classes were outside and he would take his shirt off were her favorite. The sight of his gorgeous body stirred a desire within her that just wouldn't cease. After hearing this, taking his cue, Carter began describing how in gym class he used to check out her perfectly round ass and amazing tits concealed behind a short and sexy gym outfit. He wondered what it would be like to steal her away to the locker room, even if only for a few moments. He proceeded to indulge Madeline in one of his fantasies: They were both standing near the entrance to the boys' locker room when he caught her eye and made a gesture towards the doorway. Feeling extremely adventurous, Madeline took the opportunity and followed his lead. They both knew it was only a matter of time before they would be missed, so Carter quickly led her to the furthest set of lockers hidden in the back corner. With her back against the cold metal lockers, his warm hands made their way underneath her clothing. His soft lips kissed her neck while his hands cupped and fondled both soft and supple tits. His fingers brushed over her stiff nipples, then lifting her shirt, used his tongue to gently tease and tantalize, generating a quiet moan, letting him know she wanted more...much more. She reached into his gym shorts and felt how impossibly rigid he was. She wanted it so incredibly bad. She stroked and manipulated him under the soft cloth of his shorts. Her mouth longed for the taste of him. She knelt in front of him and took his stiff hard cock in her mouth. Watching his manhood sliding in and out of her beautiful lips, and her tongue gently gliding over the head of his dick, made his knees want to buckle. She was growing wet with excitement. The whistle in the gym reminded them that time was not on their side. She quickly stripped off her shorts revealing the all too perfect ass in which he had daydreams of. With Madeline bent over the slim locker room bench, Carter slowly entered her from behind. Her pussy was so hot and wet, the drive to fuck her as hard as he could was overpowering. A long moan escaped her lips and she begged him to fuck her faster. He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass forcefully against him, making her feel every rock hard inch of his shaft. He felt her fingers lightly brushing against his balls while she pleasured herself. On the verge of cumming, she let out a series of moans. Sliding in and out, with each thrust his excitement built until ecstasy consumed every part of him. She tried to hold back, for fear of being caught by a teacher, but couldn't. She let out a cry of pure pleasure and then flipped herself over. He pulled out and stood over her while she held her mouth open. An incredible load exploded into her mouth as he moaned in satisfaction. Another mischievous look was exchanged and they realized another round would have been easily achieved, but class was almost over. Carter's recount of this high school fantasy surprised and delighted Madeline. A mixed batch of emotions shortly followed, sending her mind into a whirlwind. All of a sudden, she longed to fulfill that missing piece of her life and wanted to make this fantasy a reality. She felt guilty, about to betray her husband, Stan, but couldn't help the strong connection drawing her towards Carter. She expressed these feelings to him, and they agreed meeting each other was inevitable. There were sparks already flying between them. A date was set for the following week at the local coffee house. Keeping a poker face was the hardest thing to do throughout the week. Her mind kept wandering off. She felt shameful knowing Stan didn't deserve this impending betrayal. If he hadn't been so busy this week, he might have caught on something was going on with her. For the first time in her marriage, she was caught in the biggest moral dilemma. With the marriage in its current state, she wondered what else might be out there for her. Choosing to meet with Carter made her feel liberated and passionate. Not meeting with him, she felt, would be a mistake. Besides, it was just for coffee. When the day finally came, Madeline felt like a bundle of nerves. The kids were at a friend's, and her husband was out of town for the weekend. She went through about five outfits until finally deciding on a nice pair of dark jeans, a brown sweater showing just enough cleavage and a pair of brown leather boots. She had a few minutes before leaving to check her messages. Sure enough, Carter had left one just a few minutes before simply stating, "Can't wait to see you." The butterflies quickly returned, but she just couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She grabbed her keys, closed the door behind her, and headed out to meet her whim. The coffee shop was only a few minutes drive from her house, but it seemed to last forever. She checked and rechecked her makeup and hair in the mirror to be sure everything was perfect. She pulled into a parking space just as another car pulled in beside her. She turned to her left, and her heart skipped a beat...it was Carter! He gave her a huge smile when he recognized her. It seemed that neither of them could get out of their car fast enough. They indulged in a long overdue hug in the parking lot. Deliberately during the hug, he slipped his hands between her jacket and sweater resting them right on her hips. His touch sent shivers up and down her body. Their eyes met after pulling away and she saw the same mischievous twinkle in them. He looked so sexy. She took a good long look at her coffee date. He hadn't changed much since high school. His eyes were so warm and she caught him glancing at her cleavage. Her whole body felt as if it were blushing. The chemistry between them was amazing. He put his arms around her once more and whispered in her ear: An immediate invitation to his place. His voice was truly intoxicating; mixed with his breath in her ear made her legs turn to Jell-O. During their second embrace they had pulled each other a little closer than before. The bulge already growing in his pants made her wet with excitement. She accepted and they decided to take his car. They hopped into his green SUV and headed towards his apartment, only a few blocks away. They chatted idly for a few minutes, but Madeline felt too horny for casual conversation. Her hand reached over and gently, but forcefully, grabbed his crotch. She repositioned herself onto her knees and leaned into him. This time she whispered in his ear how much she wanted this. Keeping one hand on the wheel, his other hand came up to slip underneath her sweater. She unzipped his jeans and with his assistance, pulled them down half way. Through her bra, he felt how incredibly hard her nipples were. He couldn't wait to get home and rip her clothes off. She bent down to give him just a sample of what would continue behind closed doors. As soon as his cock slid into her hot, wet mouth, he pulled the car into his parking space. He let out a groan and didn't want to stop, but longed to get his hands on her as soon as possible. They both scrambled to get inside as soon as they could. The apartment was on the lower level and he fumbled with his keys. Madeline's mouth was watering; she wanted to finish what she had started. He opened the door and they rushed inside. The dark apartment consisted of an open floor plan with the bed sitting directly in front, almost beckoning. They fervently pulled each other close and kissed passionately for the first time. Their lips joined together like pieces of a puzzle and their hands explored each other, finally for the first time. She received his kiss with feelings of enormous passion; lust she had never known. His tongue skillfully interlaced with hers while her fingernails slid down his silky smooth back. Eagerly they tore their clothes off, everything except her pair of brown leather boots. Madeline took his already erect cock and knelt in front of him. She devoured his entire shaft and innocently looked up at him with captivating eyes. Her tongue slowly encircled each ball and then ran up to meet the head of his dick, where her mouth teasingly sucked and slid with precision. She reaches beneath her to touch her already dripping sex. Carter thought he might not be able to hold back much longer, and he wanted to taste her so bad. He pulled her to her feet and guided her to the bed. She lay on the cool sheets, looking up at him with a naughty twinkle in her eye. He kisses her once more tasting her sweet lips. Tearing himself away, he kisses her neck and makes his way to her outstanding tits. He stops at each nipple, swirling his tongue around each one. She arched her back and uttered a small gasp. Arousal was heightening as he kissed his way down her belly. She knows where he's headed and is completely willing. She starts to tremble as he begins kissing her thighs. He can smell her sweetness at this point. Spreading her lips, he gently blows on her clit. Groaning with anticipation, it's evident what she wants. He tastes her for the first time licking her pussy from the bottom of her lips to the top. Next, taking her swollen clit into his mouth, he uses a battery of techniques, which transform her trembles into quakes. He knows she's close as she places her hands on the back of his head and grinds into his face. Something takes over her and she pushes him back forcefully to sit on his face. She vigorously grinds her pussy while his tongue worked it's magic into convulsions. He felt the floodgates open as she came with what seemed like buckets into his willing mouth. As her trembling subsided she flipped herself around the other way to take hold of Carter's now rigid cock. Still on his face, he continued to lap up her sweet nectar. The cold leather of her boots intermittently rubbing the side of his face, proved to be a major turn on. At this point, he feels his cock engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. He felt her lips and tongue, seemingly everywhere at once. She demonstrated such an erotic talent; this was by far the best blowjob he has ever had. Her lips worked their magic sliding up and down slowly at first, then with increased speed and skill. She placed a hand around the base of his throbbing cock and applied just the right amount of pressure to make him cry out in pleasure and desperation. With every stroke she could feel his pressure building. Once again her excitement was mounting as well and her hips continued to gyrate. Carter's sticky sweet orgasm came in like a freight train, exploding into her mouth. Simultaneously, waves of gratification raged through every part of her being until she finally collapsed next to him, her body completely spent. For the next few minutes they exchanged quiet small talk and shared an amazement of their attraction for each other. Throughout their conversation each couldn't keep their hands from touching the other. Their magnetism drew them closer together again. Passion was building and their desire once again had to be quenched. Once more they pleasured each other with reckless abandon. She had to tear herself away to get dressed and get ready to go. They longed for a night together, but knew it was impossible. The ride back to her car was a quiet one, taking on a sober tone. Many different emotions welled up inside of her. She wanted to see Carter again, but knew it would only be exclusively for sex. Carter surprised her when he verbally expressed exactly what she was thinking. He wanted to continue seeing her, but knew the reality she faced. She confirmed his thoughts in the next breath as they pulled up next to her car. They shared one last amazing goodbye kiss before she finally got in her car. He smiled and waved as he drove off, but she caught a glimpse of languish in his face. Madeline stayed in her car collecting her thoughts for a few moments. The time she just spent with Carter was the craziest thing she had ever done, but knew it could not happen ever again. She just couldn't exchange love for lust.