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He sat in the coffee shop, watching people filter in and out. People watching was so much fun, and the stories that would come with it. This one, in a rush, and almost rude to the other people waiting, in his head she was anxious to get the coffee as she was delivering it to her friend that was in desperate need of a caffeine boost to get through a double shift, and she had to deliver it on the break. All the stories. In his head.

This was his favorite day of the week, Sunday, where he could relax around the corner from his place, and just watch as he sipped his coffee. He saw her enter out of the corner if his eye, she looked a little frazzled, like she had been rushing, and almost confused to where she was. She made her way to the counter and ordered, as he gave her a good look. She was in her 40’s he guessed, around his age, she was well dressed, and had legs for days. She almost caught her staring at them, but he didn’t think that she saw him. She was caught up in her own world. As she sat down at a table next to his, she took a bottle of caramel sauce out of her bag, and drizzled some into her coffee.. A sweet tooth he thought.. But had he just seen her bit her lower lip as she did that? He looked away.. His imagination got the better of him, he thought.

He took a sip of his coffee and peeked back at her again. She was absorbed in a book, one had on her coffee the other holding the book, he couldn’t see what she was reading, but from her body language she was enjoying it. She was biting her lip.. He hadn’t imagined it. As he watched her hand left her coffee and ran down her leg, and then traced up, pushing her skirt higher on her legs.. Such a light touch. Delicate and sensual, almost sinful. He was transfixed watching her hand on her leg, and realized he could feel eyes on him. He glanced up, terrified that he had been seen watching her, only to find her book face down on the table, the title, “101 uses for caramel” his eyes lifted more, past the top that was one button short of being decent, to her eyes. Eyes that were locked on his. He froze. He knew he was caught. He started to stammer.. Tried to say something.. But her eyes prevented it.. He just sat there..wilting under her intense gaze. It was like she was judging him.. Without a word she got up, gathered her things, all while looking at him. She kept an eye on him, walked over to the counter, and when no one was looking, grabbed what looked to be a bottle from behind the counter and shoved it in her bag. She then wrote something down on a napkin.. And hurried out.. Dropping it on his table as she brushed past him, too close to be accidental.

On the note were two things. “Help me find the 102nd use for caramel?” and “blue van”

He sat stunned.. What was happening? Apparently something had figured it out before his brain had, as the pulsing in his pants drove him to action before he really thought about it.. He stood up, and then quickly sat back down before anyone would notice the not well hidden rock hard lump. He gathered his stuff, was he really doing this? He shook his head. Of course he was. When does this sort of thing happen? Never! And not to him. He was out to door, fuck it, if anyone was looking he didn’t care anymore. His coffee is long forgotten on the table. He scanned the street, looking for a blue van. It was a monster of a van, converted to a camper. At least he hoped this was the right one. Standing in front of the sliding door on the side, he didn’t have to guess anymore, as it slid open, revealing an opulent interior and the women from the coffee shop. She beckoned him to come inside with a gesture of her finger.. He started to say something and she placed her finger on his lips.. Shhhh she said.. And led him into the rear of the van. Her hands ran through his hair, feeling the texture, and drinking in the experience. He was leaning in to kiss her, when she shoved him back, he landed hard on the bed, and before he knew it she was lifting his shirt up, tracing her finger tips up his chest. Her fingers felt like fire on his chest… she was staring at him like he was something to be devoured. He took off his shirt, and tried to sit up.. Wanting to undress this quiet beauty in front of him but she had other ideas. She pushed him back down and went back to exploring his body. She wanted to take her time it seemed.. She teased him with her fingertips, tracing around his nipples, and further down each time getting closer to the waistband of his pants. Her tongue followed the path that her fingers had just taken.. Leaving a cool path in the wake of the fire her fingers had ignited. She tugged at his pants.. Pulling them down, an inch at a time, exploring every little bit of flesh that she exposed. His hips moved of their own accord, thrusting and twisting.. Wanting more..

She gave in to her own desires and ripped the pants off him, leaving him with a very clear outline of his swollen member in his underwear.. She licked her lips as she traced its outline before tugging off those as well. She stared down at him, his hips twitching, his cock pulsing, and removed her clothes as he watched her. One button at a time, she stripped for him, exposing herself to him. His eyes wide as she pulled her bra off, and cupped her tits and played with her own nipples. He reached up, only to find that she playfully swatted his hand away.

She focused on what she wanted and dipped her head. The warmth of her mouth took his breath away and he almost lost it right there.. She was not to be denied her fun, and she made sure to make him last, teasing him, getting him close with her hands and her mouth over and over again till his eyes were rolling back in his head.

She couldn’t take it anymore.. She needed him inside her.. He didn’t even remember her taking off the rest of her clothes before she was on top of him. She slid herself onto him, and let out a satisfied moan… that was what she wanted… she had worked him up so much that she knew she didn’t have much time, but she was close as well, she loved to tease and play. Her hands on his broad chest, she lifted herself off him, and slid him all the way in again.. Harder and harder till her hips were a blur.. They came together, loudly making passerbys give the van a questioning look. She collapsed on the bed next to him, and recovered for a moment before starting to get dressed, tossing him his clothes. Clearly it was time for him to go. As she opened the door for him and hurried him out he stammered, what about the 102nd use for caramel sauce??

It got you here, she replied as she shut the door.

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