0 comments/ 14322 views/ 1 favorites Coffee Shop By: seat542 This story is long....very long. I considered breaking it into chapters, but I didn't want another series. I wanted it all in one shot. So, you are forewarned! Please vote and as always, send me your feedback other than it was a long story...that I know. By the way, some of this story is based on reality. Enjoy! ******************************** The preparations for tonight's get together were done. I sat at the kitchen counter enjoying a glass of wine. Looking around my thoughts reworked the past two years.... Sitting next to the door in the crowed limo, I stared out the window and into the dreary surroundings only a Chicago February could paint. My mind drifted between the numerous remembrances of the past 27 years. For the most part they were as dreary as the surroundings outside. This ride was the final step in burying all those years. By the end of the day my deceased wife, Kathy, would be in her final resting place, and the friends, family and professional Irish Catholic mourners would be gone. In the morning my new life would start. Mentally I wasn't jumping for joy, but I did feel good. Actually, good doesn't accurately describe the feeling. It was more a feeling of comfort. It reminded me of when I was a kid and school was cancelled because of snow. I would spend all day outside in the snow and that night, wrapped in my blankets, safe and warm in bed, the effects of the day would take me peacefully to sleep without specific thoughts; just a good feeling; which is how I felt then. I was keenly aware of the other eyes in the limo trained on me. They probably were thinking about my incredible loss and how well I was handling it; after all they were South Side Irish Catholics whom loved to bask in the aura of hardship. Kathy died suddenly from a brain hemorrhage. They found her dead at her desk at work. When my thoughts did drift towards my wife's family, I basked in the aura of the countdown until they were out of my life also. For their benefit, no smile crossed my face. In spite of this, there were two people in the limo for whom my heart felt sorrow: my kids. They just lost their mother. The last guests left our house around 11pm; it was now just my kids and I. My son asked if I wanted a night cap. I did. I told him to make it strong. Both he and my daughter chuckled and she added, "Dad, you'll never change!" I simply smiled. We reminisced. It made them feel good. Leaving the bank the next morning, I shook hands with my insurance agent as he said, "Russ, again let me express my condolences on your loss. I'm glad we were able to take care of you fiscally. Between Kathy's work and personal policies you should be able to live very comfortably." I thanked him for the fast settlement (Kathy died a little over a week ago and I was surprised how quickly he turned things around.) As I walked to the coffee shop I did smile for I was suddenly wealthy; very wealthy. The next year was interesting. I decided not to do anything major until I saw a clear path. I did however donate Kathy's clothing to charity rather quickly. Getting rid of Kathy's wardrobe was an act unto itself. I imagine most men would have a favorite dress, or favorite intimates which would spark fond memories. In my case it was akin to going through the belongings of a nun. Although Kathy was a good friend and mother, she was frigid and unresponsive as a lover. Sex was a filthy, vulgar act isolated to procreation and solely for the purpose of procreation. We did have premarital relations and I figured then our bedroom was not going to be a sexual Disneyworld. However I did not figure it to become a barren sexual dessert. So our love life totaled two kids in three years and then twice a year for about ten years, and finally the last fourteen years of absolutely nothing. Kathy seemed happy but I was not. Some may ask, "Did you try this, try that, try something like this?" I tried everything: love notes, romantic getaways, and counseling. Even the counselor commented about Kathy's values being archaic and not adaptable to change. Divorce was also discussed. This just wasn't going to happen. I thought about an affair and even had a few opportunities, but I felt the affair would turn into love, which would lead to deep wounds, and more than likely divorce and ruin. Prior to marriage, I had a very healthy sex life. In the military, I traveled around the world and tasted the forbidden fruits offered by professionals. Back home, before Kathy, I dated a few women who craved sex. My mistake was in thinking Kathy would warm to the pleasures of the flesh. When the sexual drought engulfed me, my selected alternative was to go back to the professionals. I needed carnal pleasure and was tired of doing it myself. For nearly twenty years, I developed relationships with strippers, massage parlors attendants, internet escorts, transvestites, transsexuals and Mistresses in the BDSM community. In spite of being married to a non-responsive woman, I grew sexually. Through these varied experiences I gained an understanding of my needs and developed a style I call Erotic Passion. Erotic Passion covers all acts of the flesh by all members of all communities. In essence it means ones' senses are overwhelmed with the power and emotion of lust. The scene is being performed because the person(s) performing it craves the pleasure it brings to both parities. Thus fellatio from a wanton transvestite can be better than a blow job from a clock watching escort. It is HOW the act is done rather than WHAT is being done. Combining a powerful HOW and WHAT can be mind blowing. Those first six months after Kathy's death were sexual fantasies coming true. I found a few professional ladies in Chicago who really enjoyed their trade and had similar cravings to mine. Most of the ladies were involved in the BDSM community and truly knew how to role play. You may be thinking welts, bruises, humiliation, kicking, twisting testicles off. I'm not into that. I'm into to the erotic power of woman; the sensation a sensual woman has over a man: the subtlety of rubbing a breast across your back as she wraps her arm around you to squeeze or pinch your nipple; her tongue and breath at work on your ear as she explains how you are going to please her this day. There is a certain feel to rubber and latex which is incredible. The pure moans of pleasure as ones ass is slipped into. The list goes on. The nice thing is I now had the money to do whatever I wanted for as long as I wanted. I even took a nude vacation with three of my favorite ladies; two Mistresses and one Escort. The four of us came so many times I think we lost weight even though we dined and drank to our hearts content. To heighten our pleasure were the other hundred guests with the same desires as us. I can still feel the sensations of licking an Indian (as in India) woman as two Asian women milked my cock and balls. As I was going nuts, a German fellow filled my ass with his cock. Wow! (Gay...no....Bi...it can be very rewarding). It was also during these first six months I realized I needed to move out of the town I was in. My friends and family started playing match-maker. For example, one Saturday night friends invited me over for dinner. When I arrived, it just so happened a divorced, mother of two (dressed to the "nines") dropped by to say "Hi" to my friends. What a coincidence! She might as well stay for dinner! During dinner my buddy's wife gave her friend, Trish, the details as to what a nice guy I was; what a great dad I was; how I was a school teacher with plenty of time; and how I am financially secure. At the appropriate time, my friends cleared the table and went to get desert. "Why don't the two of you just talk for awhile?" Trish looked at me with such an obvious agenda and said, "So what do you like to do, Russ?" I felt like saying, "Well, I like to lick a woman's ass while she is naked on a bed resting on her hands and knees with her butt sticking in the air." But I did not. For some bizarre reason I feared my interests would not be those of my counter parts in suburbia (wink, wink). What I did say was, "Oh, it varies. What about you Trish?" Forty-five minutes later I knew too much about this lady. She loved pets: 3 cats; 2 dogs, fish; 5 hamsters, a pair of chirping love birds; and a rabbit. She also told me as "sex" was now over in her life, she was looking to build a meaningful relationship. When she said the word "sex," she made the quote signs with her fingers; lowered her voice; and looked around to make sure only the two of us would hear her daring and bold statement. I smiled and told her I understood. As I left, my buddy pulled me aside to tell me Trish would like to see me again. From the front door, I gazed into the kitchen. The ladies broke their huddled conversation to wave good-night to me. I waved back which met with everyone's approval. There were too many of these set-ups. As an FYI, I did not see Trish again. My path was now clear: get out of town. I moved quickly over the next few months. I gave the kids practically everything: the china, the crystal, the silver, furniture, the everyday dishes, appliances, photo albums, etc. You name it, they got it. I also gave each of them a sizable check. Their life needed to change too. My house sold quickly and in a bidding war. I found a great townhouse in the middle of the village two towns away from mine. It was less than 10 miles from my old place, but it seemed like the other side of the country. No one knew me and I was a new man. The townhouse was bigger than what I needed, but not too big: three bedrooms, three baths, a modern eat in kitchen, a formal dining room, a family room, laundry area, unfinished basement and a two car garage in the front of the house with the entrance onto a court yard leading to the front door. There was also a deck leading off of the kitchen/dining room which overlooked a very wide and long pond. Sitting on my deck I couldn't see any of my adjacent neighbors and the ones across the pond could be seen but without any detail as to their activity. I loved my new place. The village center was nice with a good blend of activities. It had decent shopping, good restaurants, as well as a couple cozy clubs and coffee shops. I especially liked the coffee shop about one-half block away and next to the commuter train station. I could easily grab a latte and head downtown to meet one of my ladies for another round of fanta-sex. One of the best parts of the move was the timing. I was completely in my new place by May. In a couple of weeks school would be over and I would have the entire summer to do whatever I wanted. On my list of things to do was to develop a web based software program which determined ones hidden sexual desires. The Mistresses often complained of men's discomfort with vocalizing their fantasies. Guys seem to expect Mistresses to be mind readers. As an engineer turned math teacher, I had an idea for a product to help discern ones deepest fantasies. The Mistresses and I worked out a spec and one of my bedrooms became my software development lab. In a matter of a few weeks, all the equipment was in, connected, and running. The walls were adorned with white boards covered with flow charts; cork bulletin boards with posted sub-routines; the blinking lights of routers, servers and cable interfaces gave the room a very techie feel, and the various flat panel displays alternated between strings of code and erotic images. Furnishing my house was slow but pleasurable. I let the surroundings dictate the mood. The look was a bit bachelor-ish, but in a few months it was complete and to my liking. The coffee shop at the end of the block was wonderful. Their lattes were superior. It was at this shop I first met Barbara. It was an early Monday morning in late May. The weather was perfect: starched shirt, slacks and my comfortable school shoes. I loved being a teacher, especially after spending twenty years in industry and wearing a coat and tie every day. Teaching math was a delight compared to the fights of the boardroom. The kids were fantastic and never a problem. In seven years, I never needed to give a detention to anyone. Problems were worked out in class. Kathy never liked my choice to become a teacher since it made her rejoin the workforce. However, the hours, holidays, vacations and summer breaks combined with zero stress made the change a "no-brainer." With Kathy gone, my work schedule was ideal. As I approached the front door to the shop, I noticed a woman heading towards the door also. It was obvious we would get there at the same time. I did pick up my pace just a bit and got to the door first. I opened it and motioned for the lady to enter before me. The smile which broke out on her face was genuine. "Thank you kind sir" she said entering the shop. "No problem" was my simple reply. It was apparent by her wardrobe she was a business woman. Her hair was salon coiffed and colored. The style was short but full with a layered look, and the color was an orange red, obviously a salon color, going well with her light, creamy skin tone. My nose was treated to a wonderful scent as she passed. Not overpowering, just a warm, deep, pleasant aroma drawing ones attention to the wearer. She wore a bronze three-quarter length cloak which covered her business garb underneath. Walking behind her I could see her legs from the calves down. Sheer black nylons encased them and a French seam trailed from heels up her legs and into her cloak. She wore black three inch heels. The straps were very alluring. A thin chain clung to her left ankle. My mind sensed something very interesting about the woman in front of me. At the counter she ordered an "iced black Irish," a drink name I never heard before. Keeping a few steps away, I studied her as she paid. Her eyes were hazel with makeup of bronze and copper tones. Her lashes were deep black with no apparent liner; subtle yet captivating. Pearl sized auburn stones dangled from gold half-hoop earrings, the color of which matched her lipstick and eyebrows (probably her natural hair color). Small crow's feet age lines at the corners of her eyes along with gentle wrinkles in her hands were tale-tale signs of this crimson lady's age. I guessed her age to be close to mine putting her in the late forties/early fifties category which made her hair and look more fascinating. Of particular interest were her hands. The nails were perfectly manicured and the color matched her lips, brows and earrings. I imagined a large stoned wedding ring but there was none. Now I was becoming very intrigued. When she finished paying, she moved to the pick-up area. I quickly ordered my standard drink, paid, and moved to the pick-up area to see more of this lady. She was tall and in her heels she stood around five feet ten. Her build was big; not fat or chubby; she was just a big boned woman. Style, class and power surrounded her. A smile and a glance in my direction gave me permission to break the ice. "Interesting drink you ordered; iced black Irish. I never heard of it before." was my neutral non-threatening opening. Picking up on the cue, she said, "Oh, it really isn't anything exotic." Her voice was smooth and inviting as she continued. "Black Irish is a blend of teas which look black before brewing and the iced part just makes it an ice tea." The barista handed her the drink and moving to the mixing table she asked, "What did you get?" allowing our chat to continue. "My standard, a vanilla latte" I replied gazing at her and pausing for a reply. "I don't drink coffee. What is your order?" She was finishing adding sugar to her tea and putting the lid back on her drink. Preparing to leave she hesitated as my drink was now ready. Walking out of the shop together, I told her about lattes and how they were my special treat. Opening the door, I again said, "After you." And again she replied, "Thank you kind sir." We exchanged "Have a good day" and went on our separate ways. I thought of her often the rest of the day and returning home I surfed the net for red headed beauties. My search was successful. Slipping into bed at the end of night, I again thought of her and enjoyed an orgasm the old fashioned way. I thanked my crimson lady as I fell asleep. Getting ready for work the next day, I wondered if "she" would be at the coffee shop today. It didn't take long to find out. I felt like I was in the movie Groundhog's Day. We met under the same circumstances. We were walking up to the shop at the same time. We both smiled at the coincidence. As I opened the door for her, I said, "Déjà vu" with a cavalier wave gesturing towards the opening. She smiled, and with an overtly seductive look, said softly, "Perhaps not, kind sir." Fireworks went off in my head. Unable to conceal my happiness, I took the opportunity to introduce myself. "By the way, my name is Russ; Russ Gilbert." Smiling, my crimson goddess turned, extended her hand in an exaggerated fashion and said, "Very nice to finally know your name, kind sir. My name is Barbara, Barbara Hayes." I took her hand in mine and it felt wonderful. Placing my other hand on top the two, I smiled and said, "Barbara, what a pretty name." I didn't want to leave go. Eventually I did but not until I had memorized her touch. As we walked into the shop chatting, I couldn't help but notice her look. Today she wore black slacks and a sweater. (Yes, yes....I looked...I'd say a large B or smaller C.) Her tones were again dominated with bronze and copper but today there was a touch of pink to match her lips. The rest of the week was a wonderful blur. Meeting each morning, our conversations lengthened, and we lingered in each other's company longer. By Thursday, I knew Barbara lived in my village but a number of blocks south of town. I knew she was a district manager for a pharmaceutical company. In turn she knew I lived in the new townhouse development and I was a former engineer turned math teacher. Neither of us mentioned marital status. Friday morning I wanted to do something nice and a bit different. As we both had ordered the same drinks each day, my plan was to get to coffee shop a few minutes early and meet Barbara at the door with our drinks. We might be able to spend a few more minutes together in the fresh air. Entering the coffee shop, I burst out laughing. Walking towards me was Barbara with two drinks in her hand. "This is too funny!" I exclaimed. People glanced our way and then back to their business. Barbara smiled and said, "Why?" "You're not going to believe this, but I was going to do the same thing." "Well, I do believe it. After all, great minds think alike." Barbara answered back. She walked past me to the door and continued, "But...What makes you think one of these is yours." Her eyes told me she was playing. I opened the door and followed her outside. Handing me my drink, I thanked her. Barbara stretched as she took in a deep breath of air. "What a great day. Why don't we sit on the bench by the tree? Do you have a few minutes?" she asked. It was the first time in my teaching career I was ready to call in sick and blow off the day. "Sure do!" I replied and we headed towards the bench. We chatted for a while and I finally realized it was time to go. "This has been a great week," I said sincerely. "I have truly enjoyed meeting you and our morning coffees. I hope to see you again on Monday." I stood to leave and offered her my hand to help her up. Barbara looked up at me and said, "What about tonight?" "Tonight? Uh..." I hesitated. Friday nights I have a standing session with Mistress Fiona. The look on Barbara's face went to business. "I understand," she said as a mater of fact. "Come to think of it I do have an appointment I completely forgot about. I guess Monday it is." She rose to leave. Coffee Shop Quickly and with a hint of panic I stammered, "Hold it....I can make it tonight if you can. I was just thinking of how I was going to clear my calendar." Barbara's demeanor softened and she said, "Great. My calendar just cleared. Why don't we meet at the Old Orchard around 6:30? I really like the place." "6:30 it is. We can have a beverage and play the evening by ear." I replied. Barbara then gave me a gentle hug and the softest kiss on the cheek. "See you then." I was on cloud nine. School was over at 3:30 and I immediately called Mistress Fiona. Fiona guessed right away I had met someone and told me to enjoy myself. Actually, she told me to "Make her cum like a queen." Although I lustfully ached for Barbara, I didn't envision her in this scene. Fiona's statement made me think of her in such a role. My cock started to grow. In the shower, I cleaned with care which included removal of my body hair; a process I started after Kathy passed. Bare flesh makes me keenly aware of my sexuality. I slipped into my favorite undies, a pair of maroon briefs. They weren't typical briefs; more of a form fitting running short (although you'd be arrested for running in them.) I finished my ensemble with a pair of lightweight black wool slacks, black belt, a black cashmere collarless sweater, along with black shoes and coordinated socks. Black makes my salt and pepper hair a bit more distinguished while hiding a couple extra pounds. I was ready to go by 5:00! Boy was I nervous. I thought about having a drink to settle down but I didn't want to show up buzzed or with booze already on my breath. This thought made me chuckle since we were meeting for drinks and it made me remember going to Kathy's family. They were so boring I never went there without a couple of drinks already in me. Passing the hour was simple as I turned on a PC and went to look at some delectable red heads. The sites pumped up the old testosterone levels. I tried to imagine Barbara's nipple type. Would she have large areolas cresting into puffy nipples common to fair hair, fair skin women? Perhaps they would be small and tight with sensitive protruding buds. I wondered if Barbara like to have her nipples touched, kissed, suckled or nibbled upon. Would she be into pinching or clips; perhaps hot wax? I had to stop myself or I would need to relieve my tension before leaving. Looking at the clock I smiled. 6pm. How quickly time flies on the net. When I arrived at the Old Orchard, the evening was still young enough to have a number of quiet, cozy tables still available. Looking around I realized I was there first and asked for a table for two, gesturing to my choice. The hostess seated me, left menus and a wine list. I looked over the wine and found many acceptable selections. Since I wasn't sure of Barbara's taste, I waited. I didn't need to wait long. When Barbara walked in she immediately caught my attention as well as a few "looks" from other patrons. Barbara was a goddess. She wore a starched white long sleeve blouse tucked snugly into form fitting jeans. The collar of the blouse was turned up covering her neck around which a red coral necklace draped, hanging slightly above her breasts. The top four buttons of her blouse were undone. The necklace quasi held the blouse shut, but as she moved towards me I was treated to a glimpse of her creamy skin. Her look was again bronze and copper tones. Her toes, visible in her red open-toed high heeled sandals, were painted to match her red-red nails and lips. I stood to greet her. Moving towards her, I extended both hands and said, 'Barbara, you look beautiful." She smiled, took my hands and said, "Thank you Russ. I have been so looking forward to this evening. I am glad we were able to clear out schedules." My thoughts were not pure. She gave me a light kiss on the cheek and seated herself in the chair I pulled out next to mine. Even though Barbara's blouse was fairly heavy; it pressed tightly against her back as she sat, exposing the redness of her bra. "Color coordinated" I thought. I loved it. Going through all the pleasantries of early conversation we settled on a nice Chianti and I asked to make a toast. "Please," Barbara replied as she leaned slightly forward. She looked into my eyes as she brought her glass forward, slightly below lip level and waited for my words. I returned her gaze and a thin smile crossed my lips for my peripheral vision detected the delicate curve of her breast as her motion opened her blouse slightly. My gaze did not fall from her eyes, but my thoughts did. Making a mid-course change in direction I said, "To chance meetings." Barbara smiled, our glasses met, and we sipped. For a long moment we were silent and then Barbara asked, "Should we get a little something to munch while we figure out what were going to do tonight?" "Good Idea," I answered opening a menu and handing it to Barbara and then opening mine. The rest of the evening flew. At no point did we run out of conversation. The ironic part was the vast majority was based in the present: current exhibits; restaurants; cooking; exercise, etc. Any reference to our past was more of a point in time, or an activity; references such as: I started playing golf when I was in high school. There was no mention of relationships, marital status, kids or other baggage. A waiter approached our table and told us the restaurant was closing in a half hour. It was 11:30pm. We were close to the end of the bottle of wine and split what was left between our glasses. We looked at each other stunned. I chimed in first. "I can't believe it is 11:30! It seems like 8:30! We have been here for five hours. I am amazed!" Barbara agreed. Continuing I said, "On top of it all, I don't think I have ever been in a bar or restaurant for five hours without being somewhat drunk!" Barbara laughed and said, "Me too. I guess it just goes to show the impact of a good woman on a man." Smiling I said, "Here, Here!" After paying the bill, we left the restaurant and were standing in front of the door when I asked, "Where are you parked? I'll walk you to your car." Barbara looked lustfully saying, "A friend dropped me off. Would you be kind enough to drive me home?" "It would be my pleasure." I extended my arm and Barbara slipped her arm into mine. Walking to the car, we chatted about the wonderful evening. The drive to her house was short and I pulled into the driveway. "Can I walk you to the door?" I asked. "That would be nice, but first I would like to do this." Barbara leaned into me and kissed me softly on the lips. "Thank you for one of the most wonder evenings." "Thank you" and I leaned back into her lips. This kiss was passionate. We kissed for long time and I felt like I was melting into her soul. "Russ," Barbara said breaking our trance. "I'd love to ask you in, but not tonight." For some reason I understood. Continuing, she added, "I know we just spent 5 hours together, but would it be possible to meet for coffee in the morning? Say around 10?" "No problem. I'd love meet tomorrow." I kissed her softly this time and then got out of the car to escort her to the door. I walked around the back so I could push my raging hard-on into a position other than straight out. As Barbara got out of my car she glanced at my crotch and quipped, "I see you have a bit of a problem." I chuckled and said, "Actually it's quite a problem." "I hope so," came her sharp response as we walked to the door. After a final kiss, Barbara whispered into my ear, her breath igniting my cock, "I'm looking forward to tomorrow." Her hand found my shaft through my pants. Caressing it she continued, "Think of me tonight when you solve your 'not-so-little' problem. I'll be thinking of you." Barbara turned, unlocked her door and stepped inside. She turned and whispered seductively, "Good night Russ." The door closed. My dick was standing straight out as I walked to my car. Thank god it was dark. The commute home took less than five minutes. Undressing, the lingering scent from Barbara filled my mind. I pulled down the bed sheets and laid down upon the mattress. I did not pull the covers up. I started to caress my body, playing with my nipples and seductively playing with my shaft and head pretending it was Barbara's touch. The cum oozed from deep within me. My orgasm was very powerful: thick, full and plentiful. Awaking the next morning, I felt my dried seed and remembered. Looking at the clock it read 9am. I had an hour to get ready. A shave, shower and to the closet to find something to wear. Looking out the window, it was another beautiful, spring day in May. I chose a pair of standard undies, jeans, a light blue polo shirt, tan belt, white socks and walking shoes. I made my way to the shop. Today I was first, and ordered our standards. I waited outside and walked towards Barbara as she approached. "Sleep well?" I asked. "Very well," came her reply followed by "Were you able to get things under control?" Blushing, I chuckled, "It all worked out." "I hope not." Barbara fired back with a quick flirting smile and an obvious glance at my crotch. I stirred. We went back to the same bench as the day before and sat down. Barbara thanked me for the drink and started, "Russ, I need to be very forward with you. I am deeply attracted to you and I believe you feel the same way about me." I nodded positively. "I am at a point in my life where I know what I want and know what I need. I also am old enough to know the difference between them. We seem to be very compatible and we flow well together. There is but one major hurdle between us and it is physical." Barbara studied my face for signs of uneasiness. There were none. "All week I watched you act like the perfect gentleman. Oh, I know your thoughts weren't pure. I saw you steal peeks at me when you thought it was safe to do so. All men do. And I must say I enjoy it to some degree." I smiled slightly and Barbara touched my hand. "The difference between you and the others is your patience and self control. Last night most guys would have been begging me to let them into my house. They would have been using lines like 'Come on baby you want it as bad I do. Let me make you happy.' All they really want is to cum." She paused for a moment and took a sip of her tea. She looked off in the distance as if in thought. Without looking at me, she spoke again, "Russ, my physical needs are very deep and powerful. I don't have sex, I have lustful experiences; almost spiritual. Men don't understand this. They think I am a nympho and treat me like a slut. It took me a long time to understand my physical side." "In high school I was the valedictorian as well as being voted the most likely to be pregnant before 20. I had sex with any boy who looked at me and smiled. I would do anything they asked and they all thought it was because I was a pig. The truth being, I was trying to find satisfaction." "In college, the boys would screw me and leave. My roommates would come into the room and I would be masturbating or having sex. My reputation grew. Still I continued to look for satisfaction. I had this incredible physical void." "After college I moved to Boston. I figured it was far enough away from Philadelphia my reputation wouldn't follow me. I landed a job with the company I'm working for now. I met a man about my age at a club. David was in the financial field and doing well. We dated and everyone thought we made the perfect couple. My parents loved him and his parents loved me. When he asked me to marry him, I said yes." She paused, took another sip of tea and continued. "Although he enjoyed sex, he was not very good. When I tried to be seductive, he would tell me not to act like a slut. Over the next twenty-one years, we had three children and two careers. David's interest in sex diminished. Mine didn't." "I started having sex with the doctors I was calling on. The only plus side was my sales numbers. I was moving up the ranks and promoted to district manager which allowed me to work out of my home. I started to 'entertain' my special clients at home while David was a work." "One day David took a surprise half-day off. He caught me in the act." "Within the week, the divorce papers were filed. David paid me off and since the kids were in college, the divorce was quick. The entire process took less than six months." "I moved out the day after David caught me. He left a message on my cell phone telling me to be out by the end of the week. He never again spoke to me, which was five years ago. Even at our son's wedding, he didn't say a word to me." "I stayed in Boston until March when this position opened up. I thought Chicago would be a good change. I moved here last month and things are going well." "You probably are wondering why I am telling you all this. Russ, I don't want to hurt you. I've dated a number of men over the past five years and no one seems to understand my desires. I know a relationship takes time, but I expect things to get better and not just settle in." Again she paused. This time she looked at me. There were tears in her eyes. Wiping them with the drink napkin she asked, "Does any of this make any sense? Or am I just killing our relationship before it starts? Russ, I'd rather not move forward with you only to end things a month or six months from now. Do you understand what I am saying?" Taking Barbara's hands in mine, I looked her directly in the eyes. I took my napkin and wiped away a few tears. I pulled her towards me and gave her a gentle, comforting hug and held it for a few moments. Barbara melted into me. Whispering into her ear I said, "I do understand. Now it is my turn." Breaking our embrace, I looked into Barbara's eyes, "I need you to do me a favor. I'm not going to tell you anything specific, but my favor is for you to trust me and do what I ask of you just for today. If you can do this, it will answer many questions about me, about us, as well as providing understanding to my story which I will tell you over dinner tonight if you are game?" There was a slight flinch in Barbara's demeanor; however, the talk of dinner seemed to put her at ease. "Okay, I'm game," she replied with a touch of reserve. "If this is going to work, you have to do what I ask of you. Question number one, "How did you get here this morning?"" "I drove," Barbara answered not really catching why this was important. "I am assuming you have email and Internet access." Barbara nodded. "I'll need your email address and is your Internet high speed?" Taking a business card from her wallet, Barbara wrote her personal email address on the back and told me she had cable. "Okay, let me walk you to your car and I'll give you a few details along the way." Barbara led the way and I explained what was going to happen. I told her when she got home to turn on her computer and wait for an email from me. The email would contain a hyperlink. She was to click on it and follow the instructions. She asked about the link and I told her she would find out soon enough, but if she needed to know the link was a 'special interest survey.' I could tell Barbara knew it was something to do with 'sex,' but the 'who, what, where, how, why and when' gave her a nervous type of excitement. Continuing with our conversation as we walked, I told Barbara I was a fairly good cook and based on what I needed to tell her along with the survey, a nice dinner at my place just might be the proper setting. Her reaction was compliance. "I promised I would trust you and do what you asked. So, I'd love to have dinner at your place. Can I bring anything?" By this time we were standing next to her car. "I know it is customary to bring something when invited to dinner, but for tonight allow me to take care of the details. I'll pick you up at 7. Dress however your mood strikes you." She unlocked her car and I opened the door. She hesitated getting in, "Russ, I..." I interrupted her. "Barbara, trust me." I lowered my head and kissed her lips gently. She responded in kind. Breaking the kiss, Barbara smiled and got into her car. "7pm." She smiled and nodded. I closed the door. Entering my computer room after the short walk home, I emailed Barbara the hyperlink to my site. Although it wasn't released to the public yet, the Mistresses and I were doing live interest surveys as a Beta test. The site was ready to go and Barbara would be the first outsider to try it. I made a pot of coffee and waited for Barbara to take the link active. My system was set on monitor and analyze. Fifteen minutes later, Barbara entered my site. It was fascinating to watch. First the home page; I could almost feel her reading the instructions. The "agree" button filled in and Barbara was into the survey portion and Barbara entered in her physical measurements: 5'6"; natural red hair; trimmed mound; hazel eyes; 38B+, 28, 38; cream tone skin; size 8 shoe; and her best asset was her nipples. My passion was stirring. The survey was broken into four sections: traditional, bold, erotic, and special; and it would take you automatically through them starting at traditional and ending at special. At any point, the user could skip the question, the section, put it on hold, or end the entire process. When completed, they would receive an interest overview and be allowed to move freely through any or all sections to review or change their preferences. All choices were based on pictorial preferences. The user would be shown two pictures and they had to decide which one pleased them more. The system would keep track of linger time. A quick pick meant a obvious choice, a longer linger time meant more mutual interest in both selections. The comparisons were very thorough and a fairly accurate representation of ones interests would be developed. Allowing the user to go back and modify their picks would tweak the results per the comfort and desires of the user. For over and hour Barbara clicked and jumped from picture to picture, window to window, and section to section. When her survey was complete, what I knew about Barbara's desires would have taken years to uncover in a normal step-by-step relationship. She was as she described, a woman with deeply lustful, physical and powerful needs craving a metaphysical/ritualistic approach to fulfillment. Her orgasms were an act of spiritual release. From the traditional section I learned Barbara used lingerie to reflect her mood and desires. Her makeup also symbolized her inner being. Eye shadows, liners, mascaras, hair, nail and lip colors were selected with intent and purpose. All of this needs to coordinate. Her preference in men was well groomed and dressed. She liked proportionate builds with some definition over ripped or obese bodies. Male body hair was a negative as was a woman's. (Interesting) Mood was very important and Barbara desired the sensual: candles, flowers, warmth and flowing. She loved silks and shear fabrics as adornments to the body. As for music, she preferred instrumental new age in a sensual atmosphere. The bold section surveyed activity preferences while the erotic section focused on how the activities were conducted. Barbara was very oral and chose cunnilingus and fellatio over traditional penetration by a large margin although it was also a desired activity. She lingered the longest on the images of thicker cocks as well as women riding the face of their lovers. Of particular attention was the time spent on images of analingus and anal penetration. Again face sitting was her favorite and the woman on top penetration topped the positions. Nipple images had the most view, especially pierced nipples. Coffee Shop The erotic section showed her preference for the artsy black and white images of activities over the bold more direct graphic images. Images of candle light scenes on canopied and silk draped beds with a seductive view of fellatio were viewed longer than color motel bed blow-jobs. Anything spiritual had long view times. Masturbation was a heavily viewed area. Barbara focused on the faces of the people masturbating rather than on the act itself. The images containing looks of intensity and of losing oneself in the pleasure were dwelled upon. It didn't matter if the person was using their hand, a vibrator or a machine; the look sparked her interest for both male and females. The special section contained BDSM images in various roles. The ironic part was the slow, methodical manner in which Barbara paced through the section. Each selection took about the same amount of time. In the previous sections one selection may have taken a second, while another may have taken five; but this section each choice took nearly fifteen seconds. It was as if she was studying each frame. Again her preferences were of the deeply seductive and powerful acts such as the look of melting pleasure and agony as a Mistress worked the nipples of her slave. When Barbara entered the group of images on water sports, I thought my server locked up. It appeared to be frozen on the image of a woman straddling a man lying on the floor beneath her; her stream of golden nectar raining down upon the erect cock beneath. This was viewed for nearly two minutes before she clicked her way the next group. During the tweaking section, Barbara went back and selected the more erotic and passionate images. She also entered the special section and spent a great deal of time on nipple play and water sports. Again she lingered for a very long time on the same image of the woman straddling the man. The final section of the survey was a summary. Barbara agreed with the final assessment and found it to be "highly stimulating," not offensive, and would recommend to others as a way to develop a sexual interest portfolio. I sat back and smiled while my cock was becoming thicker in anticipation. I glanced at the clock. It was half past twelve. I had a little over six hours to prepare for tonight. I worked out a game plan: call the florist; the candle shop; select a menu and go to the market; the wine shop; an upscale department store carrying fine silk scarves; Victoria's Secret; and last but not least the toy store, the adult toy store. Prior to heading out for my errands, I constructed a few erotic notes to be used as guides Barbara through our evening. I wrote them on sheets of my finer stationary. No envelopes were necessary. I left the house around 1:30. The florist was going to deliver between 4:30 and 5:00. My dinner was to be simple, yet romantic: Oysters Rockefeller as the starter followed by a light spring mix with fresh parmesan and prosciutto in a balsamic vinegar coating; the main course was to be broiled scallops on angel hair pasta served with pistachio-basil pesto accompanied by a cup of roasted sweet pepper soup served with French bread. A simple chocolate mousse would be served for dessert. This evening called for Champagne. I went top shelf: Krug Grande Cuvee. The candle store was a trip. I purchased at least 25 different types of candles and numerous holders. The clerk just looked at me. I know she wanted to say something, but she didn't. It was humorous and I received the same look at the department store when I bought 10 black silk scarves. The wine store and market went smoothly. Victoria's Secret was very provocative. In the past, I drooled numerous times as I passed by; however this was the first time I entered the store. I've been in countless adult book stores and video centers, but this was my first time at Victoria's Secret. I smiled to myself as I remembered to whom I was married for twenty-seven years. A mid-forty-ish sales associate approached me. I explained I was having a special evening tonight with a wonderful woman and I needed something to complement the mood. She studied Barbara's measurements and asked a few questions about hair color, eyes, skin tone and then she smiled at me and asked if I looking for outerwear or intimates. I guess I blushed slightly as I told her intimates. She just smiled and told me to follow her. We worked our way through the store and wound up in the bustier section. With the help of the associate I selected golden beige as Barbara's target color. As the associate explained the pros and cons of the various styles, I was becoming hornier and finally selected a very nice garment with a shelf cup bra. This would provide access to most of the breast while still providing support. The shelf could also be pulled away to allow the entire breast to be free. Again my thoughts were not pure. The associate did raise an eyebrow when I said no to matching panties and a lusty smile crossed her lips as I explained they wouldn't be necessary. The bustier ended at the curve of the hips. We found a beautiful pair of matching, full length, self-stay nylons. To complete the ensemble, I selected a pair of deep red, closed toe, three inch heels which could easily be slipped on or off. I had the items gift wrapped. At check-out, the clerk looked at my name as I signed the credit card receipt. "Thank you. Mr. Gilbert," she said seductively. "I hope your friend enjoys her gift. If for some reason she doesn't, please bring them back to me, because I find your taste to be very sexy." Two weeks ago I would have asked for her phone number. But two weeks ago, I would not have been in the store. When it rains; it pours. The toy store was exciting and expensive. I bought a myriad of items; baskets-full I might add. I went from head to toe keeping things erotic yet flexible since Barbara's response to the special section of the survey showed interest in the BDSM scene. I purchased a fur lined blindfold; rubber coated clothes pins; a Wartenberg pinwheel; adjustable nipple clips; nipple blush and brush; scented talc, balm and oil; a fur outer lined massage mitt; disposable latex gloves; anal beads; a six inch long, ribbed, thin-tapered anal plug; vibrating-remote controlled vaginal eggs; a two inch diameter, eight inch long, flesh toned, vibrating rubber dildo; a hand held, wand massager with a flexible shaft; a clitoris clip; and a small rubber flogger with 10 inch straps. I had no idea if I would use them all. I figured Barbara's body language would tell me the direction. I pulled into my garage at 4pm. I got it all done in two and one half hours. I decided to get the meal ready first as I did not want the florist walking into any room which I had prepared. Prep took very little time as it was only for two. The oysters were prepped and in the refrig along with the marinated scallops and salad. I baked the prosciutto and broke it into strips and had coarsely grated some parmesan. The pesto and salad dressings were prepared and I will admit I took a short cut on the soup. I bought it along with the bread. As most parties become kitchen parties, I set up the counter for dinner. It was simple with a touch of elegance. The lighting truly gave it a fresh feel. The florist arrived closer to 5 pm. I had them place a beautiful vase of fresh cut flowers in the kitchen and put the orchids in the master bedroom, bath and one of the spare bedrooms. They gave me a bit of a look at the directions but I didn't care at this point. The time was nearing. I had them leave the three bags of rose petals on the kitchen counter. When they left, the champagne went into the chiller and I went to work on the finishing touches. First the spare bedroom where I placed the Victoria Secret packages on the bed, arranged the flowers and candles in such a way the full length closet mirror had an enchanting reflection. I placed the first note on the larger of the packages. At the foot of the bed, I placed a whicker basket. In the bath I also arranged the flowers and candles to produce a sensual atmosphere. My plan was to take Barbara's cosmetics into the bath so she could redo her look at the proper time. I placed the second note upon the counter upon which I placed the fur lined blindfold. The master bedroom was turned into sensual playground. Fragrant orchids in vases were placed around the room; on end tables, the dresser, in corners on small pedestals; filling the room with a rich, full scent. The candles selected for the bedroom were all the same color: a deep red, almost maroon. They were of various heights and thicknesses; strategically placed throughout the room. I tied four black silk scarves to the bed posts, one at each corner and draped the free ends onto to bed. The black contrasted sharply against the cream colored bedding. The remaining scarves were draped over the foot board of the bed, much akin to ropes hanging from a barn wall. The fur mitt and nipple toys were placed on one of the end tables next to the beds. The plugs, lubes, clips, dildos and vibrators were placed on the other end table. A thick terry cloth pad was placed on each table upon which the utensils rested. Their obviousness was arousing. The final item, the flogger was placed on the dresser, in front of the mirror. It sat on a small maroon pillow. The contrast in colors was telling. The time was now 6:05pm. I went to the spare bath to shower as to not dirty one of the scenes. My body was still smooth and hairless from the night before. I selected another pair of my favorite underwear, today's color...black. I wore a white, starched dress shirt with a camel pair of slacks. My belt was a shade darker and matched my shoes and socks. My only jewelry was a gold watch. My phone rang and the caller ID was Barbara's. She must have retrieved my phone number from my email signature. My heart sank. Was she bailing on me? Did something happen? "Hello," I answered somewhat apprehensively. "Russ," Barbara started in a low, clear and sexy voice. "Is there anything in particular you want me to wear tonight?" I looked at the clock; it was 6:40pm. A number of improper lines raced through my mind. "Well, I really just want you to be comfortable. But there is one thing I would like you to do. Bring your cosmetic bag." "My cosmetics?" was her response. "Trust me, remember?" "Okay, cosmetics it is. See you in a couple." I felt great. I took a rose and placed it in a single stem vase. I would bring this to Barbara when I picked her up. I opened one of the bags of rose petals and scattered a few around the kitchen counter. A final look at my watch: 6:50...it's time. Barbara answered the door looking as radiant as always. She wore a sleeveless orange blouse with an open collar. It was buttoned somewhat modestly. Her lips, ear-rings and nails matched. She wore a tight, black skirt which tapered to just above her knees. A pair of black sandals adorned her feet. Her toes nails were orange also. "You are beautiful," was all I could say. And she did look beautiful. I think Barbara blushed slightly at the sincerity in my voice. "Thank you Russ," she cooed. "Is the rose for me?" she continued. Barbara took the rose and kissed me so very gently on the lips. She placed the rose on an inside table near the door and said, "Thank you, kind sir. Shall we go?" A thin smile crossed my lips as her scent began to intoxicate me. "With pleasure," I replied and held out my arm. Barbara grabbed her cosmetics bag and took my arm. The ride was short and we talked about dinner. Barbara was famished and loved the menu, especially the champagne part. As she put it, "Champagne does wonderful things to me." As we approached my town house, Barbara raved about the location and look of the homes. I parked in the driveway and opened Barbara's door. She loved the courtyard and the flowers leading to the house. Opening the door, I gestured for Barbara to enter first. Smiling, she said, "Thank you kind sir," Once inside, Barbara raved about my place. She wanted a tour but held off when I told her in due time. I placed her cosmetics bag on the stairs leading to the upper level. Now, it was time for some bubbly and I led her into the kitchen. She commented on how romantic the flowers and rose petals looked and complimented me on my decorating style. She snuggled up to me and gave me a tender hug and kiss. I looked at her and asked, "Champagne?" "Please," she cooed. After popping the cork and pouring two glasses, I handed one to her and toasting, I said, "To tonight, may it answer your questions as well as your needs." Staring in my eyes, Barbara countered, "And yours." We were silent for a moment as we savored our thoughts and the champagne. "Time for a few oysters?" I asked as I turned on the oven and went to the refrig for the hors d'oeuvers. While I was putting them in the oven, I continued. "Barbara, this morning you told me a bit about yourself and your needs. I asked you to trust me and tonight, all which I asked of you would become clear. Well, it's tonight and with your permission I want to tell you a bit about myself." Barbara nodded and I explained my 27 year relationship, how I became a teacher, as well as how I handled my sexual needs. I explained my development and my concept of erotic passion. She was transfixed on my story and I felt my desire growing. I then wove my story into hers as to how, I too, had deep and powerful needs, and a vanilla relationship would not do at this point in my life either. The story continued as we savored the appetizers. I fed the first one to Barbara and the way she used her mouth and tongue to remove the oyster from the fork made my cock jump. As we finished the last of the Rockefellers, I refilled our flutes. "Barbara, please stand." I said putting the bottle back into the wine bucket. She did. I circled around her and gently traced my finger across her shoulders as I moved to face her. I slid the nail portion of my finger along the outside of her arm bringing instant goose bumps to her skin and a shiver shook her body. With our gazes fixed onto each other, I seductively drew the back of hand my across her cheek. I allowed my hand to 'accidentally' brush across her breast as it slowly fell to her side. Using the index finger of both hands and starting at her elbows, I traced a path up her arm to the shoulders and towards her neck until I felt her bra strap. Without hesitation, my fingers followed the strap down to the top of her bra, across to the center, and the down to finish outlining her cups. While I did this, I spoke softly and sincerely about how I wanted tonight to be sexually fulfilling for both of us. As my finger traced her breast through her blouse and bra, Barbara's eyes quivered. She was allowing simple pleasures to overwhelm her. "Barbara, I believe two of the most sensitive and erogenous parts of ones body are the nipples." My nails then traced towards her areolas and began circling the area while staring into her eyes. Her buds grew under the sensual traces. Without looking at them, I knew they were thick. I took each between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed, gently at first. I repeated my actions a number of times, increasing the pressure each time, feeling Barbara's response. She started to moan softly and arched her back into my fingers. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was becoming heavier. She wanted more. "Your body's cravings are so very erotic," I said, still speaking in a calm and steady tone. "If I removed your dress and slipped a finger into you, I would expect a very wet experience." I paused briefly still holding her nipples. "In a few minutes our evening will begin. I will be leaving you. When I call for you, I would like to go through the doorway and follow the rose petals to their destination. There will be a note waiting for you." "Barbara, are you still willing to do as I ask for this day?" As I asked the questions, I increased the pressure of my squeeze. Barbara moaned a deep, throaty "Yes." Then she added, "I want this evening so very much. I have never been so wanton in my life." She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with such passion and intensity, I nearly came. When our kiss broke, I left the room. I grabbed Barbara's cosmetic bag from the stairs along with the bag of rose petals placed there earlier. Making my way up to the spare bedroom, I sprinkled a generous path of petals to the bed upon which the Victoria's Secret boxes and her note lay. I sprinkled a few petals into the basket, lit the candles and moved into the bath. I placed her cosmetics bag on the counter in the bath. Stepping into the hall and closing the bathroom door, I called her name. I slipped into my room and closed the door allowing just a crack through which I could view her movements. Barbara ascended the four stairs. Reaching out, she gathered a few of the rose petals and brought them to her nose inhaling their fragrance. Following the petals to the room, she stopped in the doorway. Although I could not see her face, her body appeared to savor the feel of the room. She moved slowly and sensuously towards the bed, taking the time to drink in the atmosphere of the room. Lifting the note from the bed, I watched as she read her instructions. It read: "Women are the center of all sensuality, desire and lust. Contained within these packages are items to adorn you. Before opening the packages, you are to close the door and then remove your clothing and place your garments into the basket at the foot of the bed. Prepare your body with the intimates. Gaze into the mirror at your image for you are a Goddess. When you are ready, follow the rose petals outside your door to the next step in your evening." When the door closed, I stepped into the hall and sprinkled rose petals from her door into the bath. I lit the candles and left the bath with the door open. Returning to the kitchen, I opened a new bottle of champagne, placed it the bucket, and took it and three fresh glasses to my room. I poured a glass and took it to the bath setting it next to the note and blindfold. Back in my room, I closed the door and removed my clothing with the exception of my shirt which I left on, but completely unbuttoned. I lit the candles, poured a glass of champagne for myself, sat on one of the cushioned chair in the far corner of the room and waited. The room had a comfortable warmth and an air of sensuality. Enjoying a few sips of champagne, I heard a door open and I could imagine Barbara moving to the bath in her bustier, stockings and heels. The soft sound of heels clicking on the bathroom floor and then stopping told me she was reading the second note: "Please close the door for your intimacy. As you read this, know I am visualizing you; your breasts seductively offered by your intimates; your legs encased in the luxury of your nylons; your heels lifting your legs into sensual towers rising to the lush curves of your derriere and moistness of your fruit. Before you is your cosmetic case filled with your shades, colors, creams and gloss. As you gaze at your image, make your desires known through your look. When you are satisfied you have captured your inner feelings, cover your eyes with blind fold and call my name. I will lead you to the final chamber." The sounds of Barbara's heels clicked on the floor followed by the sound of the door gently closing. There were a few more clicks followed by silence. She was preparing. Thinking of her made me harder. I thought of her wetness and I knew had to do something. Getting up from the chair I silently made my way to the spare room. Her clothing was folded neatly and lying in the basket; her orange blouse on top of her skirt with her bra and panties underneath. I moved the garments to find her matching orange bra and thong along with my note with a one word reply, "Enjoy." Coffee Shop She was sitting at the corner table, closest to the window. Lightning outside repeatedly flashed upon her face as she sipped her coffee. The steam rising from her mug put a certain mystique upon her glowing face. The twinkle in her eyes held the air of a man. When you walked into the café, she lifted her brow to identify your handsomeness before quickly looking down to the ordinary centerpiece. She hoped you did not notice her looking your way. When you continued towards the counter to order your regular daily dose, she figured her secret admiration for your would last another day. You turned, coffee mug in hand and scanned the room for an open table. The harder she tried to pretend she was not there, that she was not alone, and that the seat beside her was not occupied, the faster you noticed her. You approached, introduced yourself and waited for her response and perhaps even an invitation to join her. She was blushing and nervous and could do nothing but part her lips, smile half a smile and blink. When words failed her, you asked if you could join her for lack of any other open tables. All she could give was a nod. Once back, and one small dip of her forehead down. She blinked again. Once you were sitting, you told her your name again and asked for hers. She smiled bigger and more meaningful, answering "Marie. Yes, please sit" You sat across the table form her and admired her. You'd seen her there before and her face made such an impression on you. You hoped there would be a reason to meet. Finally the hustle of the morning crowd forced you together. She was hopeful about meeting you as well but never had the nerve to move on the desire. You were so handsome, so polite, so pleasant that she thought you must be involved with some other woman. She stayed clear. She kindled her fantasy each night with the sight of you from earlier in the day when she sipped her coffee alone at that same table... Your scent triggered the auto response in her. It made her sit up tall in her seat and squirm to keep from becoming too aroused. Today was only different in that she tried to stay somewhat hunched to avoid having you make contact. Once you did, she sat up tall again, sipped a few more sips and locked her eyes on you. You were finding it hard to penetrate her glances. You could not tell what she might be thinking. As you began to talk again, she sat tall and began twirling her necklace. The charm on it was about the size of a nickel. She spun it side to side to hear the clasp click click click on the links of the chain. "Nervous?" you asked. She let go of the charm to try proving she was calm as could be. You watched it drop and slide into her cleavage, which is also where your eyes lingered for a while. Marie did not mind, because it meant she did not have to look you in the eye yet. When you seemed fixated on it, she brought her hand back up to the charm, slipped her middle finger into the deep groove of her chest and rubbed it up and down, paying no attention to the charm. You were finding it a turn on as she touched herself like that. She seemed innocent as she plunged her finger into her shirt, trailing her fingertip all along the lacy edge of her bra. It was a fidgety motion in attempt to keep her calm in your presence. What she did not realize was how hard you became watching her. The long petting strokes along the curve of her bosom, the tender exploring touch was exactly how your cock would move in the same position. Except, when your cock pushed up through her cleavage, she'd dip her head forward to lick at the air between your swollen head and her tongue. That fantasy would have to be saved. For now, she continued to stroke and sip. But between sips, she proceeded to twist that necklace charm around. "Marie" you whispered in a sexy voice. "MMM-hmmmm" was all she could say. You asked that she relax and let her necklace hang where it will, telling her it looked pretty tucked away. It added a rich sparkle to her smooth tan skin. She blushed and did as you asked. The charm finally came to rest between those plump breasts. Just where your cock will be, you thought. "How's that?" she asked. Beautiful! As one hand rested in your lap to press at the wood growing down along your leg. She could not see what was happening down there, but she could tell by the gleam in your eye that there was some excitement. She lifted a foot to cross her legs. In the process, she kicked you lightly and that was the end of you. You invited her to get some coffee to go and take a walk with you. There was a gorgeous park not to far away where you could be alone and get to know one another. Marie accepted and met you outside. A short while later, you were at the park, hand in hand as you led her to a secluded grassy spot along the lake. She was now feeling how fully wet the meeting in the coffee shop made her. The way you looked at her, the way you spoke, the scent, the reminiscing of watching her day in and day out as she flitted along the sidewalk in pursuit of her daily dose of coffee... and the way you questioned all the writing she did as she watched people pass by through the large window beside her. These were all the details contributing to her state of desire. At first you sat on a park bench, quite close to one another. Her legs parted more than a shy woman might sit on a first outing with a man. She felt overly comfortable with you and so sat with her legs offering an open invitation. It was evident she wanted you. When her hand returned to her blouse again, she slipped her four fingers fully beneath her top and into her lacy bra. You looked down at the movement to see what it was she was doing. When you looked up to her face, she was watching you look there. Asking if you liked what you were seeing, she made you blush. Lack of an answer meant to her that you wanted to see more. She pushed he hand further into her top and eased her tit out of the lace. Her two fingers clamped her already hard nipple and jiggled the rest of her tit your direction. She watched your eyes, watched your lips part as you licked them so carefully. "go Ahead" she invited as she held it all up to you. AS you reached to hold it, she leaned forward to give you better access. Once it was in your hand, she cupped your hand from below and raised it all to your mouth for you. With a deep breath and deeper exhale that you tried to hold back then pushed through your teeth, you opened your mouth further and took in half of her. A firm sucking with a twittling of your tongue on the hard pink nipple made her push her chest out to you for more. It filled you. Your cock was harder than before. Her hand made its way to your lap where she could feel the outline of the fat ridge as it pressed to the inside of your pant leg. She moaned as she ran her fingers through your hair. Every few minutes, the feeling in her chest would build to a height where she had to pull your hair and bring your face closer to her chest. She wanted you to eat her. Nibble, bite, suck – whatever you wanted to do, but she wanted more roughness. You grabbed her breast harder and pinched her nipple as you watched her expression. Licking and sucking more and harder was what this woman from the coffee shop needed. Somehow she believed you might be the one who could handle it. As the minutes passed, you caught on to her desires. With a quick shift of positions to put her on top of you, she giggled and went with your lead. Her hair flowing in the current you caused with the roll and tumble, you enjoyed the tickling it gave when it crossed your face. She was nervous in an instant about taking control of you. She wanted it hard, so you figured she'd deliver it hard too. It was out of the norm for you to engage like this, but your instinct was to lay back and enjoy a woman as passionate. She straddled your hips and thighs. Putting all her weight on you, she sat on top of you and swung her legs around the sides and up toward your face. With a bend of her legs, she was able to straddle and hover over your midsection. With a swinging motion, she grazed your bulge with her pussy a few times before reaching between her legs. Her skirt covered whatever it was he was reaching for down there. It was only a secret until those cool fingertips slid beneath your waistband. A flick of her thumbs and your button and fly were undone, letting your hard cock out of their hothouse. A finger and thumb wrapped immediately around the base of your dick and soon began twirling it around to get an intermittent feel of her wetness. Tapping on her swollen clit with the fat head of your cock gave you both a rush. You accepted her teasing for a longer time than she expected – so she slowed the pace and shortened the distance your cock moved around in the circles she was drawing with it. Without notice, all motion stopped. It made no sense. She wanted it rough and she was being so gentle. Then she stopped the tender caressing. You could not figure it out, but were afraid to question her on it. Everything was so tremendous to this point! Automatically you realized there would be no sex, no blow job, hardly even an orgasm unless you gave it to yourself. Your body relaxed and a sigh gave the feeling of sunken hopes. Suddenly, she sat on your erect and straight in the air cock! You were so well aligned with her and she knew from the clenching muscles that she was directly over it. You hit so hard so deep she let out a yell at the same time you did... A few pumps became a system of pumping your cock and swirling her hips to push your cock into all corners of her. She could feel you probing all of her as she guided you to those internal "itches" for some good hard cock. Your hands made way to her thighs, then to the base of your hard shaft. You squeezed hard to fatten it up for her. She lifted herself off until you could feel the ridge of your wood. Again, she plunged and took your hands away. Interlocking fingers, she pulled on your arms and forced them overhead to pin you to the fresh grass beneath you. The more you tried to lift them into the air, the harder she resisted. You were liking the motives of this café girl. When you finally wanted to take control again, you strong armed her and rolled her over again. You figured you'd let her be on top next gathering. Today, she was your toy. You pegged her arms to the ground over her head as you straddled her and bit her nipple. She screamed a scream that soon became a giggle. You finally got it right with her! Without releasing her hands, you slid along her body until you were kneeling between her bent legs. She could not thrust you off her with all her might. You approached her pussy and she stayed calm so you would not bite your own tongue... and she waited. Your tongue was amazing. She was loving the hardness and rigidity of your tongue as you probed her with it. As your tongue softened to get a good taste of her sweetness, you lapped her from one edge to the other and when you got to her clit, you kissed and licked and finally sucked it. When you sucked in as much of her clit and lips as you could, your tongue began a dance she will never soon forget. Her orgasm echoed across the lake as you shimmied back up her twitching body to silence her with your still-rock-solid cock... Coffee Shop After Hours There they were, the mounds of perfection, teasing him beneath two layers of fabric and an apron. Jake felt himself harden slightly at the sight and looked away as quickly as he could before it turned into a problem. Cara was cleaning the tables in front of the bar he was wiping down and she smiled sweetly as she looked up at him, "You almost finished there, Jake? I want to get off as soon as possible." Jake closed his eyes for a second and a deep breath before answering her, "You and I both Cara." He saw her giggle and his eyes went instantly to her boobs again. He took a shaking hand off the counter and touched himself where she couldn't see his growing dick. He closed his eyes a second time and shook his head. Now was definitely not the time to encourage himself to stand at full potential. "Hey, boss." Cara was standing right next to him. He didn't even notice her moving around and it startled him just enough to keep his dick at half-mast. "Yeah?" his voice almost came out a little too husky. "I'm done, and now we're just waiting on you. Hurry up." "Right." Cara turned around and tossed her rag into the nearest sink, which was filled with soapy water and it splashed back up at her. She squealed in shock. Jake laughed, "Careful, Cara, you don't want to end up completely soaked." Cara turned around, her face and neck where dripping with the water, reminding Jake a little too much about what he'd just been imagining. He lost his struggle to stay down. He bent at the waist to try and hide his discomfort. Today was not a good day to go without boxers. Cara reached around him to grab his dry towel and he could feel her every curve. "Let's put the racks away so we can get out of here." He said a little too quickly. "Great, " sighed Cara, "Into the big freezer we go." They walked over to the rack and started pushing it. "And whose great idea was it to put these all the way in the back in the first place?" 'A great man.' Thought Jake as they walked in. Cara had thrown off her apron before they walked in and it was very evident she was cold. The dull throb in his pants began to take up rhythm. They pushed the heavy rack to its proper place and straightened out the boxes. "Cool," Cara said turning towards him, "We done?" Jake Looked up at the ceiling, unable to look at her and not her breasts any longer, "Yeah, you can go, I have a few things to take care of." "Awesome. See you tomorrow!" She turned and left the freezer. Jake waited till he heard the door close then reached down and removed his throbbing dick from its prison. The first touch made him moan. It had been so long since he had sex, masturbation was his only comfort. He found a his rhythm and knew it would do what he needed quickly. His eyes travelled down to the floor where he spotted a phone laying under the rack. Stalling his hand he bent down and picked it up. The screen saver was a cute picture of Cara. Jackpot. He quickly got into her photo album while slowing down his strokes. Cara was a fan of taking her photo. And there it was, a nude photo of herself. The picture was of those damned boobs that taunted him. His hand worked slightly faster. Her boobs where amazing. Round and creamy, pink nipples and pierced too. He never imagined her as a body piercing type. His dick grew a little harder at that image. Great, now it was going to take even longer to finish. He scrolled through more and found a nice full body picture of her standing in front of a mirror. She was a real blonde. He moaned again a little louder. "I think I dropped my phone." Jake jumped at the sound of her voice and dropped her phone. He tried to hide himself by turning around but it was obvious she'd been standing there a second too long not to know what he was doing. She picked up her phone and looked at the screen. A smile crept onto her face, "See anything you like?" Jake turned his head slightly and looked at her. The ache was back and he wasn't about to do anything that might be unwelcome. He didn't say anything and just stared at her. Or rather, her body. Cara put down her purse and walked over to him. She peeked around his arm to see exactly what he was holding. "Wow." That one word, spoken like she was impressed, was enough to make his hand start moving again. But Cara had different plans. She grabbed his arm and pushed him over to the boxes and made him sit down. She grabbed the ends of her shirt and threw it over her head. With precision, she unsnapped her bra with one hand and threw it across the floor. She sank to her knees and before Jake could understand what was going on she took his length in her hand. He shivered from her touch and moved into her fist. Her tongue flicked out and he jerked and moaned at the contact. She licked her lips and took him in her mouth. Jake pushed himself as far in as she could take him. Her tongue was doing magical swirling things that left his brain fuzzy. His hands had other things in mind and he found himself reaching out and grabbing her bouncing breasts. He squeezed them and heard her moan. The sound was intoxicating so he squeezed again. "Jake," she huffed, "If you don't stopped that I'm gonna jump on your dick." It sounded like a plan to him so he squeezed even harder. She moaned even louder and jumped onto her feet. Her pants came off in record time. She pushed him back and straddled his thighs. Jake slipped his hand under her and rubbed at her clit. She moaned and threw her boobs up to his face where he easily took one well hardened nipple into his mouth. She shook at that and he dipped his finger in her wet pussy. A loud cry escaped her and she rode his finger and grabbed the back of his hair. She obviously liked it rough so Jake gave into what he'd wanted to do ever since her interview. He grabbed her ass, spun them around, threw her on the boxes and drove himself into her tight heat. She screamed and her legs wrapped themselves around his ass so tight he could hardly move. "God damn it Jake, fuck me!" He took it as the order it was and was dizzy with the heat between them and the cold around them. He felt her shudder when she came but wasn't quite there himself, so he grabbed her hair and drove in harder and faster. She got surprisingly tighter and he felt himself going over the edge when he discovered she was a squirter. It made him come harder than he could remember. They lay there for less than a minute before remembering how cold it really was in there. Cara got up rather tenderly and slowly dressed herself. "So, you should give me your number." "Ok," Jake said, "Why's that?" Cara turned around and smiled, "So I can send you dirty pictures while you're working so it's this hot then next time we do this." "Next time?" Jake said hopefully Cara nodded and walked towards the door, "There's plenty more we can do in a coffee shop that's nowhere near this cold."