5 comments/ 22620 views/ 6 favorites Coffee By: pmarlowe I noticed three things when I pushed open the door at The Morning Buzz. Some guy, cap on backwards, was sitting at a table near the left-hand side window, leaning over his laptop and licking his lips. An older woman, hair highlighted in bright red and dark brown, was sitting at a table in the back, trying to stir her coffee while a cellphone was tucked between her left shoulder and chin. And Sam was waiting for me, smiling, eyes alert, wearing the red knit dress that she knew was my favorite. I looked at her, felt the enjoyment I always got when I saw her sitting at the table waiting for me, and smiled back. I walked to the table, put my briefcase down on the chair across from Sam, leaned over, kissed her lips softly. I felt her tongue touch mine, and then disappear. "Good morning, princess," I said. Sam's hand touched my face, tugged my beard. "Hi, Daddy," she said. "I've missed you." I took her hand, squeezed it, put it on her lap, and then ran my hand slowly along her thigh. She shivered, oh so slightly, so barely noticeable that only I would have noticed. "Daddy has missed you, too, baby," I said. I straightened up, walked around the table and past the over-sized ficus that sat in the middle of the room, and made my way to the counter. When the Buzz was busy, the line to the front door had to split on either side of the tree, and the cashier couldn't see to the front of the shop. That was one reason why Sam and I enjoyed meeting there. The woman behind the counter saw me, reached for a coffee mug, started to fill it. I had met Sam when she had taken my wine appreciation class, which I taught every other semester at the local culinary school. Sam had been a 19-year-old aspiring chef, sitting in the back row on the first day. She was a small woman, and her chef's whites made her look like a little girl playing dress up. Her hair was cut short in whatever the style had been at the time and she had that damned smile on her face. Nothing happened between us that semester. I'm too much of a professional, for one thing, and the work was too difficult. My classes usually had 25 or 30 students, most of whom where young men, most of whom knew nothing about wine, and most of whom only wanted to be a chef because they wanted to be famous. My job was to drag the students, against their will, through the wine basics – the major varietals, food pairings, the main wine regions. Did I notice Sam? You bet. She was smart and funny and outgoing, and I loved how she called me Mr. Richards when she asked a question or made a point. Was she flirting with me when she did it? Probably. But there was nothing I could do about it. That was the spring semester. I didn't teach in the summer, and I didn't see Sam when I returned in the fall. I asked one of the students about her, and she told me Sam had taken the semester off to take care of some family business. But I got a call around Halloween, and it was Sam. She was working for a small, but well-regarded, restaurant in town. Would I be interested in helping her boss upgrade the wine program? Yes, I said, and I did. And I saw a lot of Sam in the process, and all the things that I had thought about when she was in my class happened – and even some I hadn't thought about. Sam was a revelation – eager, hungry, adventurous, kinky, submissive, intelligent. And she adored coffee. The woman behind the counter pushed my mug toward me. I pushed money in her direction, picked the mug up, walked back to the table, sat down. Sam was stirring her coffee with her right hand. Her left hand, I knew, was in her lap. I sipped the coffee, and scooted my chair so that, even though we were still sitting on our respective sides of the table, I was almost knee to knee with Sam. "I touched myself in the shower this morning, Daddy," she said. Her voice was loud enough so I could hear it, but no louder. Her tone was the one she used when she wanted to be my special little girl, the one that had made me fall in love with her. I smiled, sipped my coffee. "And?" "I came so hard." Sam's cheeks were flushed, and I could see her nipples, hard under her knit dress. She wasn't wearing a bra; never did when we played like this. "My finger felt so good going in and out of my pussy. All I could think of was my Daddy's cock inside me, filling me." Now my cheeks reddened, and I took a breath, looked at the guy with the cap on backwards. He was typing quickly, the keys clacking. My knee touched Sam's ever so slightly, and she moved her knee into mine. "Are you wet for Daddy now, baby?" She nodded. Sam moved her left hand from under her lap, showed me her index finger. It was glistening. "See, Daddy?" The woman on the cell phone laughed – so loudly the woman at the counter turned to look. Sam moved her finger to my lips, painted them with it. I flicked her finger with my tongue, tasted my lips, let out a breath. "What do you need to do now, princess?" Sam flashed that smile at me, pushed her chair back, got up. She walked to the restroom, past the guy with the cap. He glanced at her, went back to his typing. I finished my coffee, felt it go hot down my throat. Sam was walking out of the restroom, and if the guy had looked up from his laptop, he would have seen her erect nipples pushing against her dress and something white clutched in her hand. She sat down, scooted closer to me, her knee pushing against mine. "Did you bring it, baby?" Sam practically giggled. "Yes, Daddy," and handed me the bunched up white cloth. It was her panties. I took them, felt how wet they were, how wet she was for me. They were white cotton, low cut, one of several pairs we had bought on-line together one rainy winter Sunday morning, between fucking and orgasms and coffee and cleaning cum off each other's bodies with our tongues. I spread the panties open in my lap, fingered them. I rubbed my cock, pushing the panties against it and my pants. Sam pushed her knee against mine, and she was practically holding her breath, waiting. I folded the panties, reached for my briefcase on the next chair, unzipped one of the compartments, slid the panties in. The guy with the cap was looking at his screen, and then he reached for his cellphone. "Now, little one, what do you have to do to get those back?" Sam reached for my left hand, scooted her chair even closer. There were only those three other people in the Buzz, but the ficus tree would have shielded us from six or seven more. She took my left hand, slid it under her dress, and I felt how wet her thighs were. She guided my hand to her clit, and pushed my index- and forefinger against it. It was swollen, and I pinched it just enough to make Sam tighten her body. "Who does your cunt belong to, Sam?" "To you, Daddy," she said, and spread her legs a bit wider. I rubbed her clit with my two fingers, first going up and down and then making circles. I don't know how many times I did it. I wasn't worrying about that. Sam's eyes were glittering, but she sat there somehow, barely moving. I kept my thumb on her clit and slid my big finger into her cunt, hard. This time she did move, sitting up in her chair and knocking her napkin to the floor. Her face was almost completely flushed. Her cunt was slick and wet and beautiful. I moved my thumb, got a better position, pulled my finger out most of the way, then pushed it in harder and deeper. I did it a second time and a third. "Who do you belong to, Sam?" "To you, Daddy," she said, and her voice was throaty, but she sat there, barely moving. "What are you, Sam?" and I was using two fingers now and her pussy was wide open for me and I was finger fucking her hard and fast and quick and no one in the Buzz was paying any attention, wrapped in their laptops and their cellphones and their coffee making. "I'm your slut, Daddy, I'm your whore, I'm yours to do whatever you want whenever you want," said Sam, and she used her hips to push her cunt harder onto my fingers and she held it as long as she could and then relaxed and when she relaxed I knew what was next and moved my big finger to her clit and rubbed it gently and then faster and then gently and then she came, hardly moving at all but her body tensing and her clit swollen and her breasts full and her nipples pushing against the dress. I took my hand out from between her, my fingers wet. I tasted the index finger and then the forefinger and then both of them and Sam reached for my hand and kissed my fingers and licked the tips. "Was I a good little girl, Daddy?" Coffee The day on all accounts started really crappy the same crap at my work and the same feeling of wanting to quite if only I could afford it. I spent my lunch at the café down the road ah Costa's its bloody expensive but worth it. I was just sitting drinking my cappuccino and reading one of my romance novels when for some reason I looked up and ordering at the till was a guy. A guy who looked like he was straight out of an underwear magazine or a spots magazine, a magazine that has very hot guys modelling in it anyway. Our eyes caught and I smiled. I always smile its one of my traits, he smiled back. I really hoped he couldn't read my mind for I was thinking, I wanted him chained to my bed covered in cream with me licking his torso and then making mad passionate love (what is it with me and poring stuff over guys?). I went back to reading my book cursing the main girl getting fucked while shackled to a bed huh maybe that's were the chained fantasy came from. Suddenly my train of thought was interrupted as a shadow fell over my book. The guy I was fantasising about was standing in front of me asking me what the book was about. I was not prepared at all. I was in my work clothes which are not flattering my hair pinned up and zero make up on and id just worked five hours straight. FUCK thinking that I must look awful, I didn't even look in a mirror before I left shit! I just sat staring at him wordless like an idiot he went to move I thought he was going to go but he took the seat opposite mine he was staying "FANTASTIC" but I still looked like crap so why? I had nothing to lose so I asked why he would be interested in what I was reading. He replied I had a look of rapture on my face I blushed of course I couldn't tell him why so I told him it was just a romance novel. From then on we just made small talk I don't know why he was bothering with me, we talked about work but never said what our jobs were he was wearing casual jeans and a white shirt so I guessed maybe a bar tender. I looked at the clock and realised I had fifteen minutes to get back to my work so I excused myself and went to leave he stood up with me, we left together God he just screamed Sex, and his aftershave made me erotically dizzy. We were walking through one of the alleys when suddenly he pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. It was hard, punishing and extremely erotic with his body pinning me to the wall he grabbed my hands that were around his neck and pined them above my head. If he pulled my trousers down and shagged me there and then I would have had no objections, instead he pulled away and stared at me with those penetrating eyes and asked what time I finished work. Breathlessly I said "six" or "sex" Im not to sure so I said it again he then smiled and bent to whisper in my ear. "I've wanted to do that since I saw you in the café and I know you wanted it too you dirty bitch". I just smiled at him it's not in me to lie. He then let my hands down and pulled away said to meet him outside Costa's when I finish and he was gone. I was late for work as my legs were numb and without him pinning me to the wall I couldn't stand and found myself slumped on the floor when I finally found strength to get up I ran to my work I had to work of all that sexual energy or Id be trying to have sex with my boss although that wouldn't be such a bad thing except for it being frowned upon. I threw myself in at work and got a lot done my colleagues wanted to know my secret I told them id just had really good caffeine fix. Six o'clock came and I found myself walking to Costa's. You would think I would be scared I mean I didn't even know his name his job or what he planned but I felt excited I haven't had sex since that blind date he is back in America now were still in touch. So there I was waiting outside Costa's ten past six waiting for a man that could be planning to kill me or fuck me I hoped it was the later. Half six and it started to rain, great I didn't have an umbrella as I was cursing the rain someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into the rain I screamed it was the guy from the cafe. After my brain registered that I started screaming at him. "I'm going to get wet" he pulled me into him kissed me and said. "That's the whole point" and winked. After I finished work I changed into my jeans and a tank top not the clothes for rain so I got very wet my hair, bag, shoes my top which became see-through oh the fun. But it was! It reminded me of when I was a kid and you craved the rain it might not have been the kind of wet I wanted to be but it was fun another kind of fun. We jumped and kicked in puddles till we were exhausted and laughing I pushed him in a puddle then the rain started to stop. I helped him up and then he pulled me down an ally. I got wet just remembering what we had done less than five hours ago I was officially wet all over. But instead of pinning me to the wall again he kept walking still looking forward he said. "Sorry gorgeous but we need to get out of these clothes and not just because there wet. He took me to his flat told me not to sit down anywhere and went away to get towels and turn the shower on. He came back with two towels and handed me one then took my hand and brought me into the bathroom. He started to peel my clothes off me. His hands on my skin gave me shivers, his fingers were soft when I snapped out of it, I was naked and him fully clothed he stepped aside and opened the shower door and motioned me to go in. When I stepped I realised it was like the TARDIS from Doctor Who bigger on the inside, when I reached the shower head the hot water was so welcome and then suddenly I had a naked guy behind but I wasn't complaining. He squished some shower gel into his hands and started massaging it into my back and shoulders it smelt of him. He started to wash lower then he turned me around to face him and started washing my breasts then my stomach then his hand slipped inside me, I climaxed there and then it was sudden and extraordinary it shook me to the core. I looked up at him and he smiled when my orgasm subsided I raised my hand to his dick he was so hard and BIG! I knew what I wanted to do with it so I bent down and started licking the tip then the whole length, I took him in my mouth he was shuddering and growing bigger and was close to climaxing, he grabbed my shoulders suddenly. "This is gona be over fast if you keep doing that" he said breathlessly. We started kissing then I was in the same position as the ally back pined to the wall his body pinning me and my hands pined above my head but this time there was no clothes and only one thing left to do. He penetrated me and waited for my body to adjust to his length Fuck me he was big I can still feel him. It didn't take us long to climax after the shower we retired to his bed. When I woke I checked my texts I had two missed calls and a text God how long was I with... that was when I realised I still didn't know his name what I had just done finally registered. "I have to get out of here" I said to myself. When I found all my clothes and bag I left without looking back. Coffee? The conversation with his physician was just the kick in the butt that he needed. Brian James was 59 years old, recently widowed and lost. His marriage of 33 years was a good one. He and Laura enjoyed a loving relationship and a healthy sex life. At times they were adventurous, but never what one would call "kinky". They enjoyed "Viagra-free" sex until two years ago when Laura was diagnosed with uterine cancer. Laura's illness was lengthy and was marked by moments of hope, relief, disappointment, pain and ultimately her death. Throughout those 33 years Brian was a faithful spouse, not merely in the bedroom but in all aspects of their relationship. His faithfulness was manifest during their final two years together by the tender care that he gave her, spending hours with her, reading, talking, joking, giggling and crying. He never complained, (at least no one heard him complain), and when the end came he was appropriately sad, managing to tell his daughter and son that the final two years with Laura were a gift. A few months after the funeral, Brian experienced the strange sorrow of noting how everything seemed to continue as normal with the exception of the lingering loneliness. Both his boss and his clients were as demanding as always. He still got letters and junk mail addressed "Mr and Mrs. James". There were the 6 o'clock phone solicitations asking, "Can I speak to Laura James?" Those were the calls that touched the rawest part of his grief, because Brian wished that he could converse one more time with Laura. There were also the moments of guilt. He was watching a cable movie and found himself experiencing an erection during a particularly explicit love scene. He took his hard cock in his hand began to rub up and down, enjoying the pleasurable sensations, knowing that not everything in his life had died. Within a few moments he shuddered to orgasm and the thick jism bubbled out from the end of his cock, dribbling down his hand , onto his pubic hair and balls. He sat in the chair, sated but strangely guilty for enjoying this moment by himself. At that moment he felt utterly alone, wishing he could share that moment with another, feeling the flesh of one next to him, glowing together. 8 months after Laura's death, Brian had his annual physical. He had the usual issues of men his age, of which could be remedied by exercise. "Brian," his physician began. "Everything is in good working order for a person your age, but you need to start exercising, not just for your physical health. You need to get out of the house and meet some new people. It is time to begin the next chapter." It was a little more than Brian wanted to hear. "The next chapter", or "last chapter"? The thought of starting anything new bothered him. He could join a gym or health club, but they were populated by narcissistic body builders half his age. At least he thought so. And he knew what "meet some new people meant." It meant women. This was more frightening than donning shorts and athletic shoes and stepping on a treadmill. Perhaps it was the loneliness of the evening, rolling over in the queen size bed stretching and arm, only to hug air that moved Brian to join a local health club four days later. He purchased a trial membership and was assured that he would find others his age and fitness level at the club. "They are usually here early in the morning... before work," suggested the young woman at the desk. She was wearing a scarlet leotard showing a hint of cleavage. Brian did his best not to stare at the breasts in front of him, but he could not help giving a glance every split second at the outlines of the nipples that this outfit failed to hide. The short conversation had its effect upon one muscle, and Brian could feel his cock hardening and pressing against the fabric of this pants. He hoped that the young woman who was having this effect upon him would not be as observant of clothing as he was. For the next three weeks Brian showed up three or four times each week and worked out, slowly building up his time on the various machines. He discovered if he came in at 7 a.m., most of the crowd was over forty and there was a gracious acceptance of the realities of aging. He found himself comparing his body and relative fitness to the other males in the room and felt that he stacked up well against the "competition." He did not have a large gut, and even though he was not accustomed to regular exercise, he was not over weight. He also enjoyed looking at some of the women who were regulars in the morning. He would converse in a friendly way with them, but he never bothered to introduce himself and he never asked their names. There were a few who particularly caught his attention. There was a tall woman with grey hair. Her hair was cut at a medium length and she often tied it back when she worked out. Even though her hair was grey, almost silver, she had a face and figure that defied age. He guessed that she was his age, perhaps a year or two older. One of her exercise outfits particularly caught his attention. It was light blue with thin yellow horizontal stripes. The stripes, stretched over her body accentuated her mature curves, a generous bust and a slight bulge in the tummy area. She wore shorts that clung to her butt and Brian would often try and get the treadmill behind her so that he could observe cheeks moving under the shorts as she worked out. There was the time when she finished with her workout and was facing Brian who was on the bench press machine. She took her towel and wiped her face and he found himself staring at her cleavage, noting the tanned freckled skin. He wondered where the tan line ended, if there was one. He realized that laying back on the bench he could not disguise what was occurring in his shorts and that a tent was beginning to emerge. As he sat up in an effort to hide it, she gave him a smile and a knowing wink. He was mortified. There was also a cute pixie type woman who was probably about sixty five. She must have been a dancer or gym teacher, Brian concluded because she was in such good shape. She was all of five feet tall and he would have been shocked if she weighed more than a hundred pounds. Her hair was cut short but stylish manner and she wore a head band to keep it from her eyes. She usually wore a spandex top and it was apparent that she had no bra on, not needing it to support her rather small chest. What she lacked in curves she seemed to make up in energy and grace. When the tall one, (he did not know her name) was not around, he often looked for his pixie (his temporary name for her). The morning workout was becoming an enjoyable routine of Brian's life. He enjoyed how his body felt during the day and he discovered that he could focus better on work and life itself. The "eye candy" at the gym also had its effect, awakening another part of his body that now needed more regular attention. He found himself going to sleep in the evening fantasizing about "the tall one" and the "pixie". He stroked his cock as he mused about what was underneath those spandex outfits. He tried to imagine what their breasts looked like. He wondered what it would be like to put his lips to theirs and slowly kiss them while caressing their bodies. He imagined his hands on the "tall one's" breasts, stroking the nipples until they were hard and then taking them into his mouth, sucking them to a greater firmness and then moving his mouth down her naked body. He thought about that body and what secrets it held. What was her pussy like? Did she shave it? He never understood why women did this, and was glad Laura never did. Did she trim it? Was the hair the same color as the hair on her head? Was it thick? Was her clit large? What would she taste like? These and other thoughts coursed through his head as his hand caressed his cock, moving the skin up and down the shaft. He took his time with these fantasies, enjoying them to their fullest, until at last he shuddered in orgasm. Sleep came easily after that... and in the morning he would often find that his cock was hard and ready to go.... "Later boy..." he would muse as he got ready to head to the health club. Brian's trial membership was soon over and he happily renewed his membership, at full price, for a year. A few days later, while finishing his abdominal crunches, the "tall one" approached him and introduced herself as Donna. They began to visit about the club and some of the machines and during their small talk, Brian noticed that she, like him, wore a wedding band. Donna noted his furtive glance at her fingers and then asked, "would you like to join me for coffee?" It was a Friday and he was not expected at the office that morning and he agreed to meet her at the Starbucks that was on the corner, opposite the club. He offered to get the coffees and she indicated that she just wanted a decaf... "nothing fancy." He got the same and joined her at the round table in the corner. Donna was direct. "Why did you join the club?" Brian responded telling her about how his doctor thought it might be a good idea. He continued to talk, telling her about how he was widowed for nine months, talking continuously, punctuated only by Donna's sympathetic nods. Brian looked down and realized that both cups were empty. "The next cup is on me." Donna grabbed both cups and went up to the counter. Brian glanced at his watch and realized his monologue about his recent life had lasted for almost a half hour. Donna returned to the table and the conversation continued. This time it was a conversation, with Donna volunteering that she too was a widow, albeit for a longer time than Brian. She was circumspect about her husband, but Brian gathered that it was a good marriage that ended sooner than both expected. The coffee was over and Brian awkwardly asked, "I enjoyed our visit. Can we do this again?" Donna smiled and nodded as Brian opened the door for her. Brian did not see Donna on the next two days when he went to work out and he started to worry that his impression was not as positive as he hoped. His worries were interrupted by the "pixie" who was working on the thigh machine, opening and closing her legs, groaning as she did. The suggestion was too strong and Brian's reaction was quick, pushing out from his shorts. "Whew.... That's hard," said the "pixie" as she got up from the machine, and then looking at Brian she added, "and I guess that is not the only thing that is hard." Brian started to blush. "Don't worry... this is an adult club," the "pixie" smiled. "I'm Sue." Brian introduced himself and tried to mumble an apology for the very apparent bulge in his shorts when Sue said. "Stop it.... I am not complaining about the view." He was taken aback by her overt sexuality but was glad to have a name for his "pixie". The next day, Donna was at the club working out when Brian arrived. He went up to her and told her that he missed seeing her. She said that she went to see her daughter and son and that she missed her daily workout. Brian felt a sense of relief come over him, realizing he was not the cause of her absence. He then asked, "how about coffee after our workout?" "I would love to, but why don't you come over to my place for a cup." Not knowing how to respond to her invitation, Brian stuttered about having to take a shower first. "Nonsense, you can take a shower at my place. Just bring a change of clothes along." Jim kept his clothing in a duffle in his car and agreed to stop by. Donna lived in a townhouse style condo. The grounds were well kept and she her home was tastefully decorated with light colors. There was a small arrangement of fresh flowers on the dining table and the Brian's first impression was that she kept a clean, tidy, but comfortable home. She walked him to the bedroom and pointed to an open door and said, "The shower is in the bathroom. I'll make coffee while you clean up." She pulled the door shut as she left. Jim quickly removed his sweaty clothing and headed toward the shower, briefly noting his nude body in the full length mirror. "Not too bad for almost 60!" He adjusted the temperature of the water and stepped in. He never heard the noise in the background as he started to soap his body, but then out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shower door begin to open. He turned toward the opening door and saw a very naked Donna stepping into the shower to join him. "I thought you might need some help." Brian no longer had to wonder what she looked like without her spandex outfit. He caught his breath as they both took visual inventory of the body in front of them. Regardless of what our youth adoring culture declares, age does not diminish the beauty or the sexuality of a woman. The empirical evidence of this was Brian's erect cock. Her lightly tanned skin outlined a one piece swimsuit showing a generous portion of cleavage. Her breasts were like white porcelain contrasting with the freckled tan skin. The nipples stood out invitingly. Her tummy was not the flat abdomen of a teenager, but rather possessed the curves of mature sexuality. Inches below her navel her pubic hair started. It was a darker than the silver hair on her head, thin at the top and sides, but thicker as it gathered to hide her pussy lips. She grabbed a washcloth and the soap from Brian's hand, "let me help you with that." Putting both of her arms around him, she pressed her body against his as she washed his back. The warm water cascading from the shower head combined with the soap lubricated the friction of their skin as they embraced. His hands cupped her buttocks, pulling her closer to him as their lips met. Brian had almost forgotten the ecstasy of feeling the skin of a woman against his. As their kiss continued, unbroken, he forgot where he was, experiencing the timeless and placeless reality of unbridled passion seeking consummation. Their bodies rubbed against each other, the soapy water dripping between them. As they broke the embrace, their hands moved over each other, exploring and discovering. She ran her hands through the wet hair of his chest, pausing at each nipple, leaning forward to lick them, then nibble on them, further fueling his longing. Brian moved his hands from her buttocks up her back, slowly massaging her, before moving them under her arms cupping each of her breasts in his hands. He gently massaged them, feeling the nipples harden further. She moved her hands lower reaching for his cock, taking it in her right hand, she cupped his balls with her left and gently stroked, pulling the tight skin over the length of it. Her stroking motion was more than Brian could bear and with a loud groan he shot his load against her tummy. He opened his mouth to apologize for his premature response, but she quickly moved her index finger to his lips, as if to say, "don't apologize.... I will give you another chance." Donna took his hand and pulled him from the shower into the bedroom. Still dripping from the shower they landed on the bed and captured each other in passionate embrace. As they kissed, Brian rubbed Donna's thigh and then moved up, moving the palm of his hand across the soft hair of her pussy. His finger found her lips and Donna encouraged his boldness by spreading her legs and allowing his finger to slip into her wet passion. He found her clit and gently massaged, first moving up and down and then he moved the tip of his finger over her clit in circular motions. He could hear her groan coming from the bottom of her throat as he continued his attention to her passion pearl. He broke their kiss and slowly began to nibble his way down her body, stopping first at her neck, then her breasts. He licked, sucked, nibbled, then licked her nipples, giving equal attention to both. His mouth moved lower reaching her navel. Donna put her hands in his hair and held his head to her body, encouraging him with her gyrations. When his tongue reached her pussy lips he heard her moan, "yessssss!" His tongue took moved over her clit, first slowly and gently, then he flicked it quickly. He loved her taste and the freedom with which she pursued her passion. Holding his head, she ground her pussy into his face, encouraging him to continue eating, sucking, and licking. He brought up his hand and without moving his tongue from her clit, slowly entered her with his middle finger, and began to move it in and out giving Donna a preview of what was coming. He felt her thighs starting to tighten around his head muffling the squeals that came from her mouth. Her buttocks tightened and then he felt the spasms of her love tunnel around his finger as she shuddered to orgasm. Donna sighed and repositioned herself so that she had total access to Brian's hardening cock. She took it in her hand and licked the tip with her tongue, licking the pre-cum that glistened from the opening. Then using her tongue she licked the underside of his cock, moving down to his balls. She expertly licked, nibbled and sucked on his cock, holding his balls in his hands. Brian was now as hard as was when they stood in the shower. Donna had his entire cock in her mouth and was moving up and down on the length taking it deep within her mouth. Brian was not sure how much longer he could last and as if on cue, Donna lifted her head from his cock and moved above him straddling him. She took his cock in her right hand and slowly lowered herself on him. He felt the head of his cock move over her wet pussy lips. Donna, not ashamed of taking her own pleasure, used his hard cock to give her pleasure, rubbing the head on her clit. She then moved forward and slowly let herself be impaled by Brian, first letting the head in then taking his fullness. Moving forward her breasts dangled above Brian's chest as she moved her body up and down on him. They shared moans and Donna encouraged him, "I love the way you feel in me.... Fuck me.. fuck me good." He was happy to oblige as they got into a complimentary rhythm. Donna bent down and kissed him, not breaking the rhythm that was giving both of them pleasure. Brian held her buttocks tightly using the grip to enhance his thrusts. He looked up and saw Donna's face contorted in passion, her neck flush with excitement. The pace of their love making increased until he felt her pussy grip his cock and milk it as she groaned from her orgasm. This was more than Brian could abide and he came hard for the second time that morning. She collapsed on top of him and gently kissed his lips, then his cheek. She moved toward his ear and whispered, "Coffee?" Coffee My sweetie is an Internet wiz. She finds the best shopping coupons and bargains, books and movies we'll both enjoy and once in awhile, something a little different. For instance. This is about "pegging." How many of you know what that is? I'm an experienced man and I thought I knew everything there was to know about sex. I was so wrong. We're a normal couple, I guess. We've tried a little of this, a little of that in the bedroom. When I was asked to take all my clothes off that was very normal. When I was told to kneel on the bed, with my hands also on the bed, that was, well, very different. She came out of the bathroom in my favorite: High heels, sexy stockings, and not much else except a bow in her hair. She used her great hands to massage me. She took careful care of my shoulders, full of tension, and my nipples, always a little ticklish. She teased down my sides and stomach. She bypassed my middle, hard as a diamond, and rubbed down my legs. She always said she liked my strong thighs. She then started to rub my balls, literally hanging down in the position she had me in. She knows exactly where and how to touch to get me moaning. Lots of time spent on this over the years. After a good bit, she reached for my dick and made it even harder if possible with some kisses, some licking and a moment of sucking. Then she exited the bed -- now that was different -- and reached underneath it for a large jar of, gulp, Vaseline type stuff. She started to play suggestively with my ass which, if you remember, was poking up into the air. Now she's touched my behind plenty of times. Usually a playful pat when I was dressed. Once in a great while when she caught me exiting the shower. But never in a real sexual way. After a bit she lathered the jelly on and stuck one finger up my ass. I had, of course, heard about this before. I knew if she found my prostate, she could make my dick even harder, if possible. She searched and after a bit, more jelly, and a second finger. I was conflicted. It felt so good. At first it was pain mixed with pleasure. I guess that's how a woman feels when we first enter here. Than much more pleasure than pain. After a bit, she dropped to the ground again. Reached under the bed and came up with a very small...dildo. The battery kind and she hit the on button. She strapped it on and she moved it into my ass very slowly, very cautiously. Then when she realized I could handle it, she started to move it around, in and out, with more force. Wow. After a goodly time, she reached under for my prick and balls. I came immediately. But it was like I was 18 again, great amounts, huge shots, pulsing again and again. She cleaned me up and we kissed and cuddled. I said: I have some, hum, questions. Was I gay to enjoy that? No way, she said. It's just a largely unexplored sexual area that most straight men want to leave unexplored. And that was "pegging" I asked. Yes, she said. A sex columnist held a contest to name a sexual act that seemingly had no name. "Pegging" won. She admitted it was a niche thing. Said there are some web pages devoted to it. Said most women couldn't imagine strapping one on, would find the whole thing dirty, and most straight men are happy to be left alone there. What did she get out of it, I asked? She said some women get power. They control the fucking, its speed, and timing. Some women like the way they look with a "penis." But she said her reason for doing it was that it gave me so much pleasure. She said she would have stopped in a second if the pain was too much or if I wasn't enjoying it. I thought of one more question. I said: You were so expert at this. Have you done it before? Now we got married in our late 20s and we both had plenty of partners. We never talk about that...but this time, I needed to know. She hemmed and hawed for awhile and than admitted, yes, she loved doing it and had done it before. How did you find the guy? I asked. Coffee, she said. Coffee, I asked. Yes, she said, she'd invite a guy out for coffee on a first "date," and somehow turn the topic into "pegging." If the guy was willing, they'd try it. Most left their coffee behind and paid the check. Not me! Coffee "Excuse me, but, c-can I sit here?" Dan looks up from his laptop, expecting to see a coworker. If she was, he had yet to meet her. He would have remembered. In the time it takes him to try to figure out how he knows her, she begins again. "I can try to be flirty by saying that its really busy in here and there are no tables, but I'm not very good at it, and you're probably taken, so in the interest of not sitting alone, can I sit here?" He knows he should say something, offer her a chair, but her nervousness is so enchanting. The scarf on her neck practically begs him to reach out and pull it tight around her neck, forcing her mouth a breath away from his. "Nevermind," she shakes her head slightly, sending her long, golden hair over one shoulder. "This was silly, I'm just new in town and I don't know anyone yet and I didn't want to have to sit all alone like a loser, but you're right, we don't know each other..." He can tell that she's trying to stop. He finds it amusing that his silence flusters her so much. "It was lovely to have met you. I apologize for interrupting you." With an embarrassed smile, she turns and begins to walk away. "Stop." His softly spoken command rattles her and she stops, but doesn't turn. "You may sit." It's a risk. He's only ever spoken this way to women who have already been vetted, but something about her calls to him. He's intrigued. Slowly she turns and comes back to the chair he indicates. Once she is seated, he speaks. "What is your name?" "Does it matter?" It isn't spoken rudely, but she certainly isn't nervous anymore. A small smile crosses his face. It is gone in only a moment, but he is no longer wondering why she chose him of all those in this coffee shop. "No, I suppose not. What shall I call you then?" "Who do you want me to be?" Soft, playful. He likes it. "I suppose that depends on how much you cost." He's shocked when her playful smile stops. Her eyes cut to his for the first time and he realizes he's misjudged the situation for the first time he can remember. "I'm not for sale. Or rent. Or trade." She chuckles bitterly. "I just miss my Master. And you look like him. Like you own the place. I thought that we could talk." "Normally when women like you miss their Masters, they find a new one. Join a site." Her anger makes him defensive and he knows he's being cruel. He can't help it. He wasn't prepared for this in a coffee shop. "Duly noted," She responds coldly as she grabs her coffee and stands. He doesn't want her to go. "Sit," She turns and her eyes flash. Before she can open her mouth, he continues. "Please." Her jaw clenches, but she sits. He wonders how lonely she must be to stay. "I didn't mean to offend, but you must know how it looked." "So you ask me to stay so you can insult me?" "You asked me who I wanted you to be." He replies flatly. Her pretty face flushes. "Fair," she bites her lip and sighs. "I did say I wasn't very good at flirting, didn't I?" She smiles softly. "You did. Shall we try again, then?" "Why? Do you really care what my name is?" "Until now, no. But now I'm curious. Tell me." "Kady." "Now tell me the truth." "Give me a reason?" Her clumsy attempts at flirting are...endearing. He likes her playfulness. "You're sitting at my table." The little grin is back. Just for a moment. "You asked. Shouldn't you tell me your name first? Show of good faith?" She's grinning at him now. She's better at flirting than she knows when she's not nervous. He takes a sip of his coffee and replies, "Dan. Now you." He knows he has given ground, but he likes the idea of gaining it back. "Renee," she starts to raise her cup and stops. "At work." She takes a deep breath and continues. "Outside I'm Mina. It's an old nickname. More me." She takes a drink and sets down her coffee. His ball. He likes her. He likes her nerves. Her flirting. Her honesty. "Mina, huh? Fits." He closes his laptop and reaches his hand across the table. "It's nice to meet you." As their hands touch, he looks straight into her eyes. Her grip is firm, but her eyes are soft, vulnerable. She releases his hand after only a moment and looks away, raising her cup once more to her lips. "Nice to meet you, too." Her smile is only a flash, not the open, teasing grin of before. He wonders what she's thinking. He bets he knows. He bets it's a lot closer to what he's thinking than she probably thinks. "How long since he left?" It's personal, but he knows nothing of her and he doesn't want this conversation to end. Her brow furrows, "What makes you think HE left?" "Those who leave don't often miss those they've left." She looks away and takes another drink of her coffee. "Not when reason for leaving is work. In another state." "Ah." "Yeah," she replies, shrugging lightly. "Did you love him?" Again, far too personal, but she doesn't berate him. "Only as much as every submissive loves their Master. I never even knew him outside of that." He nods. He's familiar with the feeling, but from the other end. "How long since you left?" "Two months," her answer is so quiet, soft, but he can still hear the longing in it. "That can be a long time. Do you miss it?" He knows the answer, but he wants to hear her say it. She reaches for her cup. Stops. Looks down at it, her thumb flicks the lid. "Yes." Her eyes raise to his, her head still bent. He wonders how much of her behavior is training and how much is innate. He swallows and adjusts his seating. "What do you miss most?" He allows his voice and demeanor to change, become more Dominant. He watches how she reacts. The way she relaxes into her chair, her tension and nerves flowing away as they had when first he ordered her to sit. Looking straight into his eyes, she replies, "The surety. The knowing that my service made Him happy. That I was valued." Her answer is more personal than he expected. He wonders who had chosen to keep their relationship strictly Master/slave, her or Him. He wonders how many Hims there had been before this moment in a coffee shop. She looks young, maybe college aged, but the way she speaks...he wonders how old she is. "How long did you spend with Him?" "Six months." He takes a drink of his coffee and grimaces. He hadn't realized they'd been speaking so long, but its cold. "Would you like another?" She seems eager to change the subject. He reaches for his wallet. "No, please, let me? You are, after all, sharing your table with a perfect stranger," she grins and twists her scarf with her fingers. The nervous movement reminds him of his first thought. He reaches out and pulls her scarf softly, tightening it slowly. Her eyes finally meet his and the look there... pure lust. He releases the scarf. "Two sugars. One cream." "Yes, Sir." Her tone is new. Husky and thick. He wants to hear her begging in that tone while tied to his bed. She walks off and his eyes follow her. He feels drawn to her. The way her hips sway makes him want to dig his fingers into her soft flesh until he leaves bruises in the shape of them. He wants to see her wearing his marks. When she comes back, she places his new cup on the table and steps back. She's standing with her hands clasped in front of her and he knows what se's waiting for. He takes a sip. "Perfect," he tells the waiting girl. She beams at him, so proud. "I put some cinnamon and chocolate in it, I hoped you'd like it." "I do. Now sit." "Actually..." here she twists a section of that silky looking spun-gold hair around her finger and bites her lower lip a little. In another girl of her shape and size, it would be a lusty look. On her its simply beautiful. A little nervous but gorgeous. "I was hoping that you'd like to take me home. Maybe we could talk more about more... interesting things than we can at a coffe shop?" He feels his own eyes fill with lust. Before he relizes he's speaking, he hears himself saying, "What? Like the fact that you're a very dirty little girl and you need your little ass spanked for talking to strangers?" Her eyes brighten and she responds with glee, but he can't help but feel he's disappointed her somehow. She responds in an almost dejected little girl's voice, "Yes, Daddy. And about how my panties were really wet when I did it, too." He doesn't know why he spoke to her that way. Normally he's a Master, wih no interest in women who want to play at being Daddy's little princess, but the way she acts is too perfect for him to pass it up. He really feels protective of her. She's all alone in a new state and he feels the need to protect her from men like him. Well, all except him, of course. "Yes, we will definitely talk about that, too." She giggles and grabs his hand, pulling him up and out of the shop. She turns to him over her shoulder and asks, "Can we go to my hotel? Its really close." "This time, yes. You obviously need to be punished very badly, but next time we go to my place. Hopefully then I can reward you for taking your punishment like a big girl." "Mmmm! Yes, Daddy!" Her excitement is infectious and he feels himself falling more and more under her spell during the short walk. He stops her just before the doors of a run down, pay-by-the-week hotel and pulls her into his arms for a kiss. It feels just as good as he thought it would to wrap his fingers in her hair. Her little moans and mewls make him sincerely hope her room is close, and on the first floor. As she begins to climb the rickety steps inside, he realizes his luck has definitely run out on that count. By the time they get upstairs, he's feeling a little strange. He shakes his head and keeps walking toward her door, but he falls just inside the doorway. The last thing he hears before his mind goes black is, "I'm so sorry I tricked you, Daddy. I just know its you this time." Coffee? It had been 12 years almost to the day since they had last laid eyes upon each other. Fleeting memories of intimate times fluttered through her mind causing her nipples to ache for his touch. Goosebumps covered the flesh down her arms and her chest. Here she was, staring at a message from a man from her past whom she loved deeply and let go by mistake. The message read, "Coffee Sometime?" How, after 12 years does a simple question still excite her as their first meet had. Both happily married and with young children, should she agree to coffee? She sat gazing at the message some time before she mustered up the courage to respond. "It has been a long time. Coffee sounds great but I will have to schedule a ways out with the upcoming holidays." Upon clicking send his response was immediate. "I can make any date or time work, just let me know. And it has been a long time, Sarah." She caught her breath, she imagined him reading this message aloud to her and he had so rarely spoken her name. Pet names were the titles of the past, honey, babe, and darling were no more. She is now, only Sarah. As the coffee date pressed closer and closer, she found their messaging to increase. There was not a day that passed by where they didn't speak and soon the messaging conversations gave way to phone calls. Both smiled and laughed constantly. They discussed their spouses, their children, their family and new extended family. Both were experiencing a new happiness. They relied on their daily conversations for a laugh and a smile that would last the day. Soon, the coffee day was here. She spent hours tending to her hair and make-up, destroying her closet in an attempt at the perfect outfit. She nervously drove to the meet, the first snow of the year, giant flakes on her windshield. The day was perfect, the snow falling quietly, traffic was light with fear of sliding through the snow. She pulled into a parking spot at the front and walked inside of the rustic coffee shop. There he was, his tall frame watching her every move. He was on the phone upon her entry so she quietly placed her order and turned around for him to finish his call and embrace her tightly. She melted in his arms, managing to hang onto her tea was quite a feat. They made their way to a quiet table in the back of the quaint shop. Sitting across the table from each other, she had time to admire his dark features. The way his dark hair had matured and grayed at his temples, the streaks of gray in his full beard. This was no longer a boy of 21, but a mature, handsome man. Each time he made eye contact she would squirm. Never once did the smile leave either of their faces. She sat there, growing more excited by his presence. She watched his lips move as he spoke and his hands fiddle with his beard when her gaze became too intense. Realizing how the time had flown by, he stood to leave. She caught of glimpse of his hard-on as he rose. She couldn't look away, she wanted to reach out and touch him. He was always in touch with her sexual side and had an innate sense when she was encouraging him. He moved in close to extend his hand and help her from her chair so when she stood there was no way not to slide against him. He embraced her again and lingered, taking in her scents and her desire. He knew full well what she had been thinking. He walked her to her car and opened the door, and they parted ways. Within a few minutes of leaving the shop, she received a message. "Coffee again tomorrow? There is a parking lot behind the building." She still carried the smile of the entire conversation and quickly responded "Would love to." The following day they met at the shop, this time outside in the parking lot. Before entering, he brought her into his arms this time to kiss her on the cheek. There was no hiding the way she yearned to feel his touch. She leaned into him and felt his manhood strained beneath his jeans. They pulled apart and walked inside and placed their order. This time, there wasn't any seating available. They decided to go out and sit in her car. This time the discussion had changed. Both spoke of the draw they had to each other. He reached out and touched her face, leaned in and kissed her. Her body bent to his will, she climbed over the seat to sit on his lap without an arm rest barrier. His hands continued to cover ground, across her back, butt and legs bringing heat as he explored. He pulled away and looked into her eyes and lovingly began kissing her again. She began to pant, feeling his tongue pressed against hers and cursing the barriers of clothing beneath her. She pulled away only long enough to remove her shirt and give him better access to parts he had been eyeing. He remembered the way she enjoyed having her nipples played with and went straight for them. He rolled each nipple between his thumb and finger, giving her exactly what she wanted. She began rotating her hips on his lap pressing her wet pussy against the hard-on concealed in his pants. He reached for the clasp on her pants and quickly removed them. There she was exposed for him to take in. She moved back to her seat allowing him an opportunity to remove his jeans and free his cock. He slowly took advantage of the situation by leaning over the rest to kiss her while he was lowered his boxers. She didn't waste any time climbing over the rest to feel him against her. For a moment they both stopped and looked into each other's eyes and in agreement took the next step. She reached for his hardened cock and guided it into her wet pussy. She leaned into him and exploded. The anticipation had sent her over the edge. As she soaked his balls he didn't move and held on to give her a chance to overcome her orgasm. As she came down, she started moving against him slowly, bringing her ass to rest on his hands. He eagerly held onto her cheeks as he kissed down her neck working towards her breasts. She lifted herself up enough to encourage his mouth to find her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it causing her body to shutter. He seized the opportunity and grabbed hold of her ass pulling her firmly against him and increased speed. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself and picked up speed for him. Hearing the juices flow between them she felt him building. He pulled her tight and locked lips, she knew he was going to cum. She pulled away to whisper in his ear, "Cum for me, I want to feel you deep." He doubled his efforts and pulled her hard against him. The motion sent her into an orgasm as he released his cum deep inside her. She let out a loud moan as she panted in ecstasy. He whispered into her ear that it had been too long. Neither were aware of the audience they had acquired during their lustful event, she crept over the seat to a more discrete walkway in the back of her SUV. He quickly followed suit, removing his shirt he handed it to her for a pillow as he laid her down missionary and reached for her hips. He held each hip in his hands as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him to her. He entered her and never broke eye contact. Each thrust he would lean in to kiss her and watch her writhe against him. He reached between them to stimulate her clit as she began to build. Sense her impending orgasm he pushed as deep as he could and she released against him. The muscles of her love box grabbing and holding him in place as her body shook. He silenced her moan with his lips and continued. She reached beneath them to cradle his balls and gently massage them. He picked up speed and she began to pull away. He looked at her and just as he was about to speak she got on her hands and knees offering either hole to him. He took a moment to take in her clean shaven pussy lips. The mixture of both their juices flowing. He pulled her against him and held her close, his hands all over her breasts, roughly massaging them. He kisses the back of her neck and pays attention to each of her ears. He then allows her on her hands and knees again and holds onto her curves and enters her quickly. Her breath catches feeling his swift motion she steady's herself against the cool gray interior of her car. He increases his speed and lingers only a moment to let her feel his shaft as deep as he can go. He quickly nears orgasm and she pushes hard against him, he stays to feel her orgasm which causes his own. He cum's deep inside her and both collapse to one another. As he lays on top of her, he realizes the car windows were thick with fog. He smiles against her cheek and asks her how she is, she just smiles back and says, "Coffee again tomorrow?"