You opened the heavy wooden Starbucks door, pulling it hard towards your soft frame and you walked into the cafe.
I was sipping coffee, no sugar on a Saturday after my morning workout.
I always hate looking at girls in public. I know they say everywhere they go they can’t escape the “male gaze” so I was about to shake my head away when I saw you make eye contact with me and smile, like we shared some inside joke. Ok, I can look at you.
Your eyes, hair, and demeanor were a soft, warm, strong, hazel brown. All I could muster was a downward nod as you walked past, holding the eye contact, leaving a magnetic pull in your wake.
You walked towards the counter. There wasn’t a line and the way my tall, two-person table was facing you walked out of my line of sight.
I sat there and shifted as I felt my lower half, my baser half, instinctively throb through my pants. Once. Hard. Deep. A gush of blood flowed into my cock. It felt amazing and I tried to ignore it.
I tried continuing what I was working on: reading about advertising and how to write better, more effectively, more cohesively. more succinctly. More adjectives and amplifiers and cool ways of saying things. Double meanings, sentence flow, and..
You sat down at the table to my right, clearly in view, peering at me from under your lashes– a point of view that’s inherently innocent and naughty all at once.
I made eye contact with you again as we both smiled and I felt blood gushing instantly into myself again, this time throbbing over and over, not just once, pressing against my underwear. I nodded my head down, the first to break eye contact.
I started reading again about advertising. Own your weakness, tell a story, tell the truth. The truth is much more impactful than any gimmick, pun, and everything you do should be rooted in truth, people can catch a lie a mile away..
You smiled as you scrolled through your phone, your headphones laying on the table and as you nibbled away at a bagel, but I could feel that the smile was pointed at me.
I got up.
“Hi, I said, “I thought you were really pretty and I had to come say hello.”
Your smile got bigger.
“That’s sweet,” you said. I stood awkwardly above you in my workout cutoff.
“I’m not doing anything, if you wanna join me at my table you totally should.” I said.
“Ok, sure” you said, “let me just get my stuff.” You picked up your backpack, brushed your hair back and made your way to me.
And there we were.
Sitting on that tall table, our legs dangling off the chair, I could feel how close your legs were to mine. I was about to ask you your name, but you looked like you were teetering about a thought.
“What’s that look on your face?” I asked, “you can be totally honest with me, I’m weird.” I said with a laugh.
The familiar throbbing returned, my sport shorts would do nothing to hide it if I had to stand. Then, I saw you shift in your seat too, readjusting your legs. It’s like I caught you in the middle of a thought you’d only keep to yourself or post anonymously on your Reddit account. You looked deep in my blue, dark eyes and you made a decision.
“I’ve always fantasized about being with a stranger,” you said, scarlet.
My breath stopped and I could feel my whole body shiver. Your hair out of the way, behind your neck, I could see your angled collar bones breathing up…and down.
“First off, wow. I’m really glad you trust me enough to be open about what you want from me.”
I thought in my head: this is a fantasy, but I would honestly love to take you to the bathroom, bend you over, and immediately slide into you from behind.
I can’t control my thoughts. It sucks.
Your leg kicked out and I felt it press into the side of mine. I pushed back, holding mine against yours. Around us, the normal chatter of people continued. People on their phones, on their dating apps, complaining about cheating boyfriends, of distractions, of coffee and bagels.
I held my leg there to make sure you didn’t accidentally brush up against my leg. You held your leg there too. My soft leg hair and hard calf pressed into you.
I hesitated for a moment and said: “If we’re talking fantasies. I just imagined bending you over, sliding your pants off, and sliding into you from behind. It’s just a fantasy, I know I’d love taking my time and warming you up, maybe we can hangout sometime and grab ice cream and..”
“I am beyond warmed up right now.” You said, both of us trying our best to maintain eye contact, through uncharted territory.
“Then go to the bathroom I said, “I’ll come knock on the door in 30 seconds and see if you’re still sure you want me inside you. “What’s your name?”
“Sarah.” You said as you got up, and I saw your yoga pants tightly wrapped around your legs.
“I want you.” You said.
You walked towards the bathroom, that same magnetic pull left in your wake. A group of girls were staring at me. The five of them sat in a booth in their similar colored pastel t-shirts.
I left my backpack behind and got up. Walking to the bathroom door, my boner became non-existent. This is crazy, I don’t even have a condom. What am I going to do?
I knocked on the door, and after a short second, I heard it open. You were there, your same smile and soft brown hair but now that inside joke we both shared was out in the air, I walked in and the door closed behind me, leaving us alone in the extremely nice bathroom, in shaded light.
My boner was existent.
“Hi.” I said.
“Hi” you said.
I stepped toward you and kissed your lips. Soft, full and beyond amazing.
I kissed your lips as I felt the back of your neck. In that moment I felt infinity, I felt like I could kiss you for eternity. And those were just your lips.
I immediately felt your weight hitch against my arm, like a dancer who trusts her partner, and your body pressed into me through your soft cotton shirt and my workout cut off. I opened my eyes as I pulled away.
“You are honestly beyond pretty.” I said to you, “thanks” you said with a blush.
I could feel your body close to mine, like your leg pressed against me earlier. Instantly my cock throbbed by the second, and I was close enough to where it pressed into your upper thigh.
“Do you feel that? I asked. “Not how I want to really feel it” you said. Our words struggled to come out, but they say communication is 70% body language. Your hand trailed down my shirt, my abs, and down holding onto the cuff of my pants. Then, you moved your hand lower and felt me through my pants. Firmly gripping onto the long mound of my cock, you softly moaned feeling it hard, against your hand. I put my fingers against the front of your tight yoga pants, and just left my hand against your upper thigh. An awkward angle, but I left it there and I kissed you again.
You kissed my lips more, feeling my strong jaw with your hand as my soft lips bit yours and kissed down your chin, and under your chin down to your neck. I started kissing your neck while hotly breathing out on it. “Now.” You said.
“Take your pants off for me” I said, taken aback but ready to handle you. “But first, turn around.”
You turned, feeling yourself exposed to me and then pulled down your pants almost immediately, desperately revealing your white underwear and round amazing ass.
By this point my cock was beyond hard.
“Are you ready Sarah?” I asked, running my hand quickly down your neck and spine in the golden-dim bathroom light.
In response you just reached back and felt my hard cock through my pants in your hand. Cupping it, contouring it as I instantly twitched feeling your fingers on me.
“Take your panties off” I said, and as you did I flipped my pants shorts down.
My cock flipped up, free, and you looked back at my fully-shaved chest, stomach and body.
“What…I get hot in the summer with all the hair” I laughed.
“Oh my god,” you said as you felt back and wrapped your fingers around me, slowly stroking me up, then down. I looked at you and instantly needed to feel myself plunging into you.
You stood up and turned toward me. Your front side was so incredibly pretty as we stood there half-naked, half-clothed and all-smiling.
You looked at my face and then down to my throbbing cock..
“Oh” you said as the cute girl seemed to become suppressed and something calmer, cooler emerged.
You squatted yourself all the way down, using my sides as support, your legs spreading all the way out under you—luckily the ground looked immaculately clean.
“Your cock is perfect.” you said with an appetite, making me want to give you anything and everything
You took me into your hand as you looked at my body– hard from head to toe to what was hanging stiffly inches away from your lips. You could smell the palm beach deodorant I use on my inner thighs, as your slowly started stroking me, and I hardened in your hand with each stroke, and you could feel long ridged veins on my cock.
“Can I taste you?” You asked even though you knew you didn’t need to.
“Only if can do the same later,” I said.
You almost immediately nodded and moved toward me opening your beautiful mouth and wrapped your lips around me.
The same lips that felt like heaven to kiss.
You took one long, slow, mouthful as you pushed yourself down around me as far as you could go. You were going so slow I could feel myself inching inwards, pressed against the back of your throat. I immediately felt myself harden to the maximum, your mouth taming my movement.
“You taste so good” you said after you slowly pulled your mouth off and took a breath. I loudly moaned as I felt the air back around my cock as your shallow hot breath breathed on me and your hand surrounded the lower part of my shaft.
You held me fully in your hand as you bobbed your head back onto the hard, long, soft, beech palm-smelling cock as my stomach curled in nerves– You literally look perfect.
As you shifted, you felt your legs spread, and as your mouth softly surrounded my shaft, you felt how smooth and wet you felt, with each small movement. We made eye contact, zero smiles remaining.
“Sarah, stand up.”
You slowly let me out of your mouth and kissed back up my lower abs. Then, you stopped. You looked at me again, from below your lashes.
Innocent and naughty all at once.
Perfect, all at once.
You started kiss your way back up my smooth ridges of abbs, my chest, and lower neck. I grabbed your neck and pulled your lips to me again. Sloppily, wetly kissing you, I forgot how to moderate myself as my cock pressed into your stomach. We kept our hips in an awkward position because of how we stood.
I felt my cock against you and we both shuddered. Our breathing filled the room. “Never mind about bending you over. I need you right now.”
I lifted you up in my arms, easily, and set you onto to the warm granite sink. From there I saw you and your beautiful face. We kissed once more as I saw a begging look In your eyes and I gripped your back along your spine, hovering my cock right above your clit.
Then, I pressed myself just against you. The hard head of my cock rubbed against you as I held myself in my hand, and started circling your waves of smooth skin, feeling you moan.
“That feels really good” you said quietly, holding against the back of my neck with one or your arms, feeling my shoulder muscles tighten.
Then, I slid into you.
My cock instantly felt engulfed in a wet, warm, tight, grip as I only entered a quarter of the way into you. I massaged your breast firmly with my other hand. You let out a loud moan.
“Push” you said, as we could both feel how extremely wet you were.
I pushed into you, sliding in inch by inch, deeper into you as you felt me enter.
“Wow” I said. I wanted to rip off your shirt but I couldn’t even manage taking that little time. I needed to be in you again and again.
I started sliding outwards, the top of my cock dragging smoothly against your clit.
I saw you writhe in pleasure. I pulled out all the way then started back in. I felt each inch slide into you deep and long as our breathing started matching, and getting faster.
My hands ran along your smooth back and down towards your hips until both my hands were wrapped around you firmly, holding your legs with my thumbs pushed into you, towards the front of your thighs. I slid in and out. My hands tightly gripped onto you.
I relaxed my cock, instead feeling the sensations of my whole body as I could smell your soft breath against my face, hear me slipping in and out of you, and feel your hair as I wrapped one of my hands against the nape of your head.
“Oh my god,” you said as I kept sliding in and out, quickly and as hard as I could five times, then slowly five times.
Over and over. Your shirt and my shirt were the only thing in between us as we made eye contact again and I kept going. Below us we could see my cock sliding into you, like it wasn’t even our bodies. But each time I thrust into you, and you felt something long and thick sliding into you, increasing with each entry, you knew it was your body.
“I love when you look at me like that” you said. “You make. You make so much eye contact.”
I held you and slid in, over and over then moved in and bit your lip, pulling at it. I kissed you. I could feel your tongue sloppily searching on the inside of my mouth, like your mouth was desperate for something to bite on to, like biting a towel during a surgery after a gunshot wound.
I felt myself rubbing against your clit with each slide in, and each slide out, as I firmly pressed my muscular heavy body against you. You pushed back against me supporting every 180 pound of me. Who said pussies are weak? I lifted our shirts so I could feel your lower stomach against mine as the slapping of my body into yours echoed in the room, our eyes locked, so entranced the silliness of the noise didn’t even distract us.
Then, I lifted you off into my arms and started slamming you against me as you moved your hips in the same motion. I saw the way you looked at me with your mouth gaping open and instantly felt like I was about to cum.
I flipped you off of me and set you down, your body lowering down against me, breathing hard. “Turn around,” I said, and you did with your amazing ass and lower back that looked a tiny valley in front of me.
“Bend over” I said, as we both saw each other in the clean mirror, We looked so hot. I gripped the inside of your hips, my hands completely gripping you. We hovered for a moment, you bent over for me, hanging in the air, as you felt yourself completely relaxed, more than relaxed, feeling my cock just inches away from your deepest part. You licked your lips.
I started slowly sliding into you. I gulped as I felt my cock throbbing full with my blood, sliding into you. Pulling in and out, I felt your pussy lips gripping me like they couldn’t let go of my hard cock.
I pulled at the back of your hair like the rains of a horse and I felt your whole body electrify as I slide in and lowered my hand so it held up against your smooth, tight, hoods of skin.
I leaned forward and pressed my entire chest against your back and I spread my two fingers into a ‘V’ so I could feel myself pressing into you with each motion, and I saw your perfect reflection, moaning in the mirror.
“I’m going to cum” you said through your teeth as I put my hand softly around your neck and I instantly felt my cock throb.
Then, I felt you explode.
You let out a loud breath as your legs shivered from top to bottom and your legs both gave out.
I felt myself instantly cumming as I felt your body twitch in my arms.
Throb after throb, as you were wrapped around my cock, completely bent over as I released into you.
Pumping over and over as I came deep into you, holding myself in you, you could feel each throb as my cock bucked inside you, pumping over and over. And over.
Cum filling you hotly and warmly, and my cock felt like it never did before as you hung there, held up by my arms holding you from the front along your chest.
I emptied completely in you as I felt you breathing.
In and out. In and out.
My cock got even harder.
“Oh my god,” you said after a minute of silence, our bodies in standstill. “What’s your name?”
My cock still inside of you, harder and softer than your dildo.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6dllcb/read_this_at_starbucks