I’m trying not to be a complete neanderthal. But not thinking about what she might wear is killing me. Flashes of pencil skirts keep coming to mind. Heels. Oh fucking stop it Jude.
Indicate. Turn. Blip blip.
Focus on driving.
Lights from passing cars attempt to pierce the haze of need emanating from me. As does the radio. I hardly know what to do with myself. It’s both our faults. All those late night conversations. She’s like the Queen of Flirting.
Actually, that’s not her moniker.
It’s ‘The Queen’s Gambit.’
I don’t even know her real name.
In a way it’s kind of more fitting. Because I feel like a fly rushing headlong into a web, with her waiting in the middle to dissect me. She is definitely more switched on than most. She has stated clearly that she loves the game. She’s not open to love, cuddles and shared kit kats by the fireside on dark nights. So God knows what I’m going to find when I walk in.
Trust her to choose a place like this. A generic cafe. Where she can torture me. Maybe by not torturing me. I do not fucking know.
There’s a space.
I pull the car in. Engine off. Heart is ramping up its pace. Cock is…well. No point explaining that really. It’s obvious what state he’s in, even though I pulled the head off him an hour ago.
In the darkness I check my phone, the neon green bathing my face. She’s here already. So no relax time even.
Fuck.
I so want this but I’m actually scared almost.
Wise up.
Deep breath of cold night air.
Hmmm….
Ok. Here I go. Cock. Calm down.
I look down at my loafers and wish I’d polished them as my hand swings open the Starbucks door. There she is. And I feel like a sissy. She has a lock of hair tumbling over her forehead and the most calm knowing gaze I’ve ever seen, like she knows everything about me already. Then she smiles. I wonder is that one pawn move or two. I am so out of my depth with this woman it’s ridiculous.
‘I hope you weren’t waiting long? It’s good to see you.’
She stands up and pecks my cheek.
‘’No, I just came a few minutes ago.’
She’s taller than I expected. Jeezus, wait what? You naughty bad fucking girl. You came a few minutes ago? Did she say that on purpose?
She’s leaning back confidently with a soft smile. Oh my God…yes she did. That means she’s probably wet.
I excuse myself by doing the obvious; going to buy us drinks. It simmers things. But I think she’s allowing that. I wonder which chess piece that move is. Her knight I suspect. She’s probably five moves ahead of me in her head at least.
She drinks her chai latte and we chatter. My boner is slightly softening. She has amazing eyes. And yes she has worn a skirt but I am manfully keeping my eyes off it. I say something that wasn’t meant to be funny but is. Her hand reaches out to grab mine and she throws back her head and giggles. A sexy fucking giggle. Dick is rock hard again. Queen to bishop six.
Ah, I’m fucked.
‘Fancy a walk around the center?’ she says, both our drinks done.
‘Sure.’
Maybe the cold air will calm my raging hardon. Wishful thinking. Every click of her heels sends a throb to him. Then she puts her little soft hand in mine. We talk absolute nonsense for about fifteen minutes; ‘oh look, that shopping unit is empty now.’ ‘I wonder if this new place opening up will make a go of it.’
She moves closer to inspect a poster in a shop window. I can’t hold back anymore. Checkmate. She has me.
I grab the back of her neck with one hand and waist with the other, mashing my lips sensuously over hers. They’re warm, pliant and I am describing every fucking thing I want to do to her in these motions. It isn’t enough. She is moving with me into the darkness of the shop doorway. Her little moans are driving me mental. I so need inside her. We can’t though. Not here.
Then I’ve gotta taste. A little taste should be alright. There are bound to be security guards watching the entire place on cctv but if I’m quick, they may miss it.
She realises my intention immediately once I drop to my knees and orders me to taste her cunt. Cleanse the gooey mischief from her that she created prior to our meet. I do not need telling twice.
I may need new jeans after this. She’s wearing crotchless panties. Black and rose pink I believe, but it’s hard to tell. And I do not fucking care. I dive in immediately. Tongue straight into her vagina. The Queen’s Gambit was not expecting that. She tugs on my hair and lets out a primal moan.
‘You naughty fucking boy.’
I find her clit and inhale deeply. Licking, sucking. She is a trembling wreck. This is not just a quick taste. I’m wondering if security guards somewhere aren’t wanking off to this. That makes me smile. The Queen’s pussy is on my tongue. So that makes me the King.
I go for it, dick straining, precum oozing and continuing to lick her pussy until she cums so hard I have to cover her mouth to stifle her screams. When she’s calmed, breathing stilled, I look at her in the dark, our eyes sparking like flint.
‘Want to do this again next week?’
Her weakness disappears. She shakes her head.
‘Oh no. I have new adventures planned for us next week.’
Yeah…I think we know who won this round.
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