Vacationing Canadian proves the stereotypes right. [FM]

Long time lurker first time posting. Names changed and throwaway obviously.

I work at a cafe in a touristy part of London so we get a lot of foreigners coming by our little place. Mostly groups of friends and couples. Last week walks in Omar. He’s ahead of his family but I noticed him right away. He’s got a thin build, well dressed, messy hair and just gorgeous. You name it, his face had it. Scruffy jaw, high cheeks, big smile, sexy librarian glasses, light brown skin and onix black hair. The works. Like Hassan Minaj with longer hair. He comes up to the counter to order and I’m already smiling as wide as he is.

About me. I’m 5’5 with a slender build. Dark chocolate skin and I’ve had guys say they love the shape of my eyes.

Anyways he jokes between me and his family who are already sitting. Figures the order and I start putting it together and I hear him say he’s checking out the cafe. Happens a lot. We have more seating downstairs along with some art by a local guy but it’s a little claustrophobic because of the low ceiling. His dad starts asking how long I’ve been working here and what to see around the city while they are around rather than those stupid bus tours. Finally Omar comes back upstairs and comes over to me talking about how he loves the decor and stuff. His parents are talking to his brother so before he takes the teas and pastries to his table I decide to try my luck “Family trip right? Where are you coming from?”

“Actually my little brother’s graduation gift. We’re in from Canada. Yeah this accent is what happens when you leave the colonies alone for too long.” he says with a bit of a laugh

“Well I think it’s sexy.” I say smiling back. He kind of laughs through his nose and mutters a quick thank you under his breath as he takes the tray. I get back to work and every time I glance over he’s just talking to his family or looking around the cafe. They get up to leave after he pays and before he goes he points out one of our wall decorations, says he loves the place and he’ll be back. My co-worker is starting up so I finish off my last orders and finish for the day.

Well 2 days later an hour before closing the door opens and in walks Omar. And he’s alone!!! He recognizes me and gives a huge hello. I ask how he’s enjoyed the trip and the conversation basically goes:

“It’s been great but today’s the last night before we head up to Scotland for a week.”

“Well have fun. I’m glad you guys have enjoyed yourselves.”

“Yeah. I said I’d come back though. Still the best tea I’ve had in town and I just wanted to get some reading done to cap off a perfect day.”

“What was so perfect?” I ask as I pull out the tea leaves.

“A lot of fun nerdy stuff. Just, a lot of positives today.”

This is where I’m glad my manager trusts me. I’m closing alone and there is no way I’m letting him go without a cap on that perfect day. He pays for his tea and takes his book downstairs. I get a few more walk in orders and then start asking people to head home. As soon as I go downstairs I realize that he’s the only one there. He’s elbow deep in his book and I don’t think he saw me. I hurry upstairs, flip the sign, lock the door and close out the till before changing out of my work clothes and removing my bra.

I come downstairs and he hasn’t moved an inch. I’m kinda worried he’s asleep but when I get closer he glances up and looks around putting his phone away. Suddenly he’s bolt upright closing his book and apologizing. “I didn’t realize you were closing. I’ll get out of your hair.”

I tap his shoulder so he looks at me properly. This close I can smell the wisp of sweat and deodorant from his day. He doesn’t smell like here and its exciting. “I closed the shop already.” He stops moving and then starts looking around again before looking back at me with a little “oh”. I gave him a slow wink and a smile and he smiles back and I can feel my cheeks get hot.

He drops his book to the table, pulls out his phone and types something before muting it and dropping it too. “You sure?”

I roll my eyes “Are you dense?”

He laughed at me and went “Nah, just polite.”

He took my hands and held them up as he kissed me. It was weird but kinda sensual. Feeling our lips meet at the same time his fingers were tracing over and between mine. Our tongues met and his hands moved onto my neck and lower back pulling me into him. I ran my hand through his hair but he didn’t speed up the kiss when I did. I pulled back and said “You’re pretty bad at quickies” and he laughed again. and said “I don’t do quick.” and then leaned back in and whispered on my lips “And that wouldn’t be polite.” Ladies. If you’ve never felt a man’s breath on your lips as he whispers to you, you are missing out. It’s HOT.

He kissed me more forcefully but gently moved me onto the couch. Like he was savouring a candy. By this point I was wet with anticipation and the make out session and he finally moved down to my neck as our hands started to wander. I pulled up his shirt and found a nice set of abs underneath at the same time his hand closed on my breast and he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. We both say Oh in surprise and had a quick laugh before he was pushing me down as he worked my neck with his tongue and mouth. He undid the first few buttons of my shirt but rather than taking it off, just opened up a bit and started kissing my collar bone. Now and then he would stop and just tease me. I would feel his breath on my moist skin or his lip would touch me but he’d move over my neck and upper chest barely making contact as his hand roamed and caressed. It was driving me crazy. My body was crying for attention and he just kept giving me these little tastes. I worked my hand down around his belt and just got my fingers around his hot member with a bit of surprise. He felt pretty big but I was only there for a second.

He backs up and tells me to take my pants off and I oblige him. As I roll them down my legs he takes off his shirt and kicks the table behind him back and gets on his knees and leans down towards my panties. He pulls them down and uses his lips to tug on the little thatch of pubic hair I keep. By now I’m soaked utterly. His looks, the way he jokes, this weird sensual stuff he’s doing is all driving me up the wall but I’m loving it. He parts my legs and I bite my lip expecting more teasing and his slow build.

My breath catches when he just dives tongue first onto my clit. He’s barely there a moment before I feel him drag his tongue across my pussy and then back onto my clit. I yelp and shudder at the sudden change and he looks up at me with a worried look on his face. I don’t say a word and just push his head back down and start grinding my crotch into his mouth as he gets back to it. I’m getting wet again just remembering it. I have a shuddering orgasm and can feel content warmth sweep through me. He lets me ride it out gently sucking on my clitoris and the surrounding area.

I look down at him as I undo the rest of my shirt and ask “Where did you learn that?”

His smile is still the same. Like he knows more than he’s telling. “We have to keep warm somehow in the winter.”

I giggle despite myself and feel him lift my knees onto his shoulders as his head moves back to my crotch. Before I can say anything he shushes me, pushes down on my bean with his lips and slips two fingers into me. I barely remember anything about that. I crossed my legs around his head and he just kept going. It was amazing. He knew exactly how to make me squirm and more. I went from moaning to mewling. My plans to make his night memorable were gone, I just didn’t want him to stop whatever he was doing. My hands were in his hair for so long I can still kind of smell him.

I started getting too sensitive and pushed him back after orgasm # I can’t walk. He snuggles into me while I recover and says he should go since he doesn’t have a condom. I gesture to my bag and he brings it over so I can pull out my ‘for emergencies’ pack and toss it to him. He laughs again as he tears one off and starts to undo his pants. His pants and underwear fall away and I’m kinda shocked.

Omar’s got a really thin build. Skinny if I’m being honest. But he’s got girth. 6′ long and almost 3 fingers thick. I was sensitive a minute ago. Now I’m wet and hungry again. He struggles for a minute to roll on the condom and then tells me to turn over. I get on my hands and knees on the couch and he says No. He puts my knees on the floor and bends me onto the seat. I feel the head of his cock gently press on my lips and his foot comes up onto the cushion next to me. He gives me a single steady thrust until he’s as deep as he can go and I’m distantly aware of his breath on my neck. My legs are shaking and I can feel my cum running down my thigh. I don’t just feel full. His cock is pushing against my g-spot. The angle the size. I need to find me a man who can use his dick like THIS.

He pumps a steady rhythm and in a minute I’m not breathing out anymore, I’m moaning with every push. I don’t know what state the couch or I am in anymore and I don’t care. His deep strokes have my hands fumbling around grabbing cushions, his leg, his neck and everything. I keep telling him to cum whenever he wants. He doesn’t change pace and just says the condom is too tight for him to feel much. I tell him to just take it off. I need him to cum. I need to MAKE him cum. He says no.

“Then do it in my mouth!” I gasp just as another orgasm hits me. He keeps fucking me until I stop shuddering and pulls out flopping onto the couch with a sweat all over his torso. He’s breathing heavily as well. I roll off the condom and struggle a bit to try and take him in my mouth. His girth is making me choke before I get even half way down. I start sucking and licking on just the head of his penis while my hands work his shaft up and down. As the haze of my last orgasm goes away I can concentrate better and set a steady rhythm.

He moans and gasps and gives little shudders before I taste the little spurts of his pre-cum. My jaw is getting tired when he says he’s close and I pick up the pace. A moment later he cums in my mouth. After four pumps I have to swallow and the next two nearly make me gag but I hold on and once he’s finally done I swallow those as well. He’s earned it.

After a few minutes we grab our clothes and put the couch and table back where they should be. We’re both taking shaky steps and giggling about what we just did. We walk out of the cafe together and he hugs me goodbye as I say I hope he enjoys Scotland. He nibbles my ear one last time as he says goodbye.

Canadians are so polite.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ocuhr/vacationing_canadian_proves_the_stereotypes_right