*Finally*. I was waiting at the coffee spot we agreed on. It’s wasn’t to far from my place. We’d been chatting online for a few weeks, you’d been traveling for work and we’d both been looking forward to your return, even if we were trying to keep it casual. Our messaging had gone from light flirting, to erotic curiosity, all the way to downright raunchy. We both knew what we looked like beneath our clothes.
I’d brought a book to keep me occupied while I waited, opened to a page I’d attempted to read 12 times before my thoughts wandered back to you, and your lips.. And your hands. I’d just about decided to give put it away as a lost cause when the bell above the door jingled. I looked up and saw you walk in, coat billowing as the wind ushered you in. I couldn’t help but smile. You scanned the restaurant looking for me, it was a cold, windy day but a few people had braved the weather to grab a cup of something warm. Your eyes caught mine and you pointed to the counter and went to order.
I put my book away, stuffing it into my bag. You’d told me to dress in what was most comfortable to me. I’d chosen a black A line dress that ended just above my knee, and one of my favorite sweaters, a soft green thing that had seen a lot of winters.
It was hard for me to make eye contact, you were even more attractive in person than in your pictures. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person. Your flight wasn’t too bad, was it?” I asked. “Nothin’ I haven’t been through before, the airport was hell though. Never go through Regan.”I stood up, sliding out of the booth to give you a hug. You’d come straight from the airport. Not even bothering to stop home to shower, I could smell the travel on you, that odd mix of recycled air, cleaner and other people that clung to you, but didn’t entirely block your natural smell. I slid back down into the booth and felt the seat bounce as you followed suit.
“I’ll make note of that” I chuckled, crossing my legs. You slid a little closer, putting your coat down over our laps, our outer thighs touching. You brought your cup to your lips, taking a deep drink. “I think we both know we’re not here to talk about how shitty airports are, darling.” I flushed, my body tensing next to you. We’d been flirting about a week before you got back. The end your trip so near I could almost taste it. The conversation turned from flirting, to a challenge of sorts.
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“You gonna keep it in your pants until you get back here? Or are you going to touch yourself every night until you come back?” I’d texted you, coyly.
“You think I don’t have self control?” you responded. I could feel your grin through your text.
“LOL, no Im just curious… I was thinking about taking a week long break before you got back here.” I loved edging. To a point anyway, and seven days was just long enough to be in that special place right between I can’t get enough of this and I never want any more of it. The masochists sweet spot.
“I’ll hold out you for you, if you promise to do the same ;)”
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And there it was. Both of us meeting for the first time, after a month and half of chats, and seven entire days of self imposed chastity and dirty texting. I felt you turn next to me, your left hand moving behind my back to my hip and pulling me into you. An involuntary noise of pleasure crossed my lips. I’d been aching for your touch, that hug was too casual and too brief.
“Uncross your legs kitten.” I followed the instruction, looking anywhere but at you. I knew you could smell me. How turned on I was, how badly I wanted you. Why had I been so incessant on meeting for coffee? We could have been back at my place by now.
I let my right hand slide onto your leg, not looking for anything in particular, but just wanting to touch you. I still had my drink in the other hand. I tried be casual, as I felt your other hand slide beneath the coat and start to discreetly pull up one side of my dress, the coat still safely covering my lap. “Turn to get something out of your bag.” I heard your drawl in my ear.
“Yes sir…” I murmured into my cup. Lowering my upper body to fish the book back out of my bag. My hips have tiled, my right side lifting up a little to balance me. Your hand slid under my ass cheek, your fingers searching for the crotch of my panties. I bit my lower lip under the table, willing you to touch me. I felt your middle finger press right against me, my desire soaking through. Your fingers fumbled a little with the cloth, hooking into the edge of the fabric and pulling it aside. I felt your finger trace my wetness before pushing into me.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/axlkct/finally_erotica_mf_public_teasedenial_edging
Mmmmmm, delicious little starter.