The cafe was quiet, as it should be for a lazy Monday in winter. I liked quiet cafes. they let me think. I had just started my third coffee when they walked in, three girls who immediately punctured my peace through laughing at something that I, with my back to them, couldn’t see. They weren’t quiet when they were at the bar either, and although I tried to finish writing my sentence, I pushed my notebook away and took another swig of coffee instead. I was at the back of the cafe, and I hoped they’d take the sofa at the front, by the window, so I could carry on with my work.
But no, I heard them approach and soon they were past me, moving to occupy the last table, in my line of sight and just a few feet away. I say they were girls, they were girls to me but were women really, 18 or 19 perhaps – almost half my age. I couldn’t help checking them out as they passed, as any man would, and none disappointed – all three wore tight jeans and yeah, I enjoyed the view, who wouldn’t? There was a full cup of coffee left and an article to write though, so I turned to my book again while they settled down, and stared at the unfinished sentence. Nope, still I didn’t know how to write it, so I took the cup for another swig and looked up, and it was then that my heart skipped.
She’d just sat down, facing me, and there was something about her which captivated instantly. It was her eyes, I think, her brown pupils had a depth of intensity I’d not seen before. But her face! My god… Her long, full brown hair framed dimpled cheeks, while her lips curled in to a sharp smile – the kind of smile that masks incredible sweetness and vulnerability with an aura of confidence and cockiness. A smile that could break a man, or make him king, depending on her wish. I watched as she took off her jacket, arching her shoulders back as she slipped it down to reveal a top that was far too low cut for winter. I still remember the way my dick twitched like it had been hit with electricity the first time I saw those full, perfect breasts.
I did try to ignore her. But, at some point I gave up. It wasn’t often I sat so close to such beauty, and I was going to drink it in while I could – article be dammed. I stared at her legs, I stared at her stomach, I stared at her breasts and enjoyed the pleasure of my large, throbbing penis rubbing up against fabric. I stared at her smile, at her hair – but most of all, those eyes. They drew me in as she spoke with her friends, even though the conversation was not for me, and not about things I was all that interested in, I would listen for hours just to stare into those eyes.
She must have known, no one can have another person stare at their eyes like that and not know, but not once did she look my way. Not until the end… I had taken the last swig of my, now cold, coffee and glanced up and we locked eyes. I felt a feminine power which nearly made me drop the cup, as a warmth filled my body and excitement shot through my bones. She had chosen a smile to make me a king, and I instantly felt like I could move mountains. But the intensity was too much and I looked away. I’m 34 years old, and I blushed at the merest look from a teenager… for fucks sake, what the hell was going on?!.
Her friends got up to leave first as she checked her phone. She put her jacket back on, hiding her breasts, as I let out a sharp breath and wiped my sweaty palms on my trousers. My heart was racing and I promised myself to look down as she passed, but it wasn’t to be. “Do I know you?” she said, standing next to me. I looked up into those eyes again and stuttered…. “um, no, I don’t think so”, I said meekly, like I was shy teenager again. “Oh… that’s a shame… I thought we might know each other.”
What the hell, I thought, why not…
“I would like to know you though..”
She laughed at that.
“sure… here’s my number. My name’s Becky, what’s yours.”
Um, Pete, I said, almost dumbstruck. She gave me her number and left…
What the fuck was going on?
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7cg3h6/meeting_becky_mf