meeting a stranger at the coffeehouse [MF] [fiction]

His hands were tangled in my hair, my legs were wrapped around his body. It didn’t seem real that I had only met this man a few hours earlier.

He seemed innocent enough when he offered to pay for my coffee, keeping up witty banter with me as we waited for our lattes. The spark between us was undeniable, and by the time we were sitting down, chatting while sipping our coffees, I already knew I wanted to get him home, in my car, or anywhere else I could feel the fire in his body up close to mine.

His green eyes drew me in, the stubble on his face looked the perfect length for me to grind against, his hands were veiny and strong. The muscles on his arms showed that he went to the gym, but the quick responses he gave me told me he was so much more than his rugged handsome looks. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from his wicked smile as we spoke, or the way his eyes twinkled and told me so much more than his words did.

The minute we walked through the door to my apartment it was as if I switch had flipped inside him. He pushed me up against the wall, gently enough that my head didn’t hit the wall, but dominantly enough that my panties were already beginning to dampen. One hand firmly planted on my ass, the other exploring my curves: trailing up from my hips to my waist, lightly brushing my tits before lightly wrapping around my throat. I moaned softly to let him know it was okay, and his grip tightened.

He dipped his head slowly towards mine, his lips softly pressing against mine. I kissed him back slowly, our mouths exploring each other for the first time. He tasted bitter like his coffee, but also sweet and musky. As we kissed his hand massaged my tits above my shirt, sending little lightning bolts of pleasure to my pussy. His leg gently pushed up against me between my thighs, I gasped when it first touched my pussy, and I slowly began to move my pussy on his thigh to feel some friction by grinding against the seam in my jeans on his leg.

His hands moved to grip my waist firmly, lingering slightly before one hand moved under my shirt to pull my tits out of my bra and squeeze my nipples. The other hand wrapped itself in my hair at the base of my neck. With every kiss I could feel his breathing get heavier and his grip tighten and pull on my hair.

We broke our kiss briefly to move to the couch in the living room. I laid down and beckoned for him to join me. Instead of laying down on top of me as I expected, he knelt down beside me on the couch. Leaning over he kissed my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone. Then he pushed my shirt up and kissed my flat stomach, gently nibbling on my hips, before continuing upward and biting my nipples. I writhed under him as he kept up the pleasurable barrage on my tits, whimpering and running my fingers through his hair.

I rubbed my thighs against one another in order to try to sedate the hot feeling that was growing in my pussy, but I needed more. He sensed that, and slowly glided one hand down to my pants. After undoing my pants he slid them off, trailing kisses down my stomach again to the edge of my panties, and then down both of my inner thighs. He glanced up at me, his piercing green eyes burning into mine, and then took both hands and ripped my panties off of me.

Quickly he buried his face into my shaven pussy, inhaling my scent before getting to work. As he licked up all of my juices and began focusing on my clit, I threw my head back in pleasure and rhythmically moved my hips, trying to get him even closer to me. My moans grew louder and huskier, my pitch dropping as he elicited long whimpers out of me. My entire body felt hot and flushed, and I quivered with anticipation as I grew closer to the edge of orgasm.

Picking his head up from between my legs, he looked up at my flushed face and smiled. He resumed focus on my pussy by sliding two fingers into me and pressing up, massaging my gspot. He used his other hand to rest his thumb on my clit, drawing small and light circles that slowly increased in pressure. I closed my eyes as I felt the build again, hurling towards an orgasm that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Every inch of my skin lit up with pleasure, as all I could focus on was how good I was feeling. I came with a sharp intake of breath, my body shaking as he kept touching me through my orgasm, before I finally came down back to earth.

Once I regained my senses I sat up and shed the last of my clothing. He took this as an invitation to do the same. His body is just as handsome as his face, and I want to touch every part of it. I stand up and led him to the bedroom, where I gently pushed him back onto the bed and crawled on top of him.

I begin by kissing his neck, licking and nibbling on his earlobe before licking his chest with small licks. Every kiss elicits a small gasp from him. I slowly stroke his stiffening cock with my hands while I explore his body with my mouth. Finally I reach his cock with my mouth and kiss the tip, moving down to the base to gently suck on his balls, taking one and then the other in my mouth, still stroking his throbbing cock with my hands.

After a while I take his cock into my warm mouth, wrapping the tip entirely with my wet lips. I start slow, moving my head up and down, gagging slightly as I try to fit all of his cock down my throat. I pick up the pace and move my hands from fondling his balls to helping my mouth, wrapping my fingers around his hard shaft.

Saliva drips out of my mouth down his shaft and balls, making for a sloppy, loud blowjob. He places his hands on the top of my head, guiding me in speed and pressure. My free hand snakes down to my dripping pussy, still sensitive from my earlier orgasm. I play with my clit, the slight distraction helping me deepthroat his cock more easily.

Finally I’ve worked both of us up too much, and we both need more. I rotate my body 180 degrees so I’m laying on top of him, my pussy lined up with his mouth again. From this position it’s easier for me to swallow all of his cock, and I feel it gagging me over and over as it reaches the tightest parts of my throat.

His mouth sucks on my clit and it feels so good. I’m grinding my hips down into his face, hoping that he can still breathe. His stubble feels so stimulating against my skin, and his moans make my pussy vibrate.

Once my jaw starts getting sore and my eyes are leaking tears from me pushing through my gag reflex, I lift my pussy off his face and straddle him reverse cowgirl style. I use my hands to line up his cock with my pussy, and sit on his cock.

At first I can only take the tip, and I move my body up and down as I get accustomed to his girth. As I finally sink down to the base on his cock we both groan. I don’t move for a second as I enjoy the feeling of being filled up so completely, almost to my max. Then I start to grind on his cock, moving my hips forwards and back to stimulate my gspot. I look over my shoulder to see his face contorted in pleasure.

He places his hands on my hips and helps me find the right rhythm for him. My moans get louder as his cock hits all the right spots, and I start moving furiously on his cock, now feeling the animal need to cum. He feels it too, and starts moving his hips, slamming his cock up into me, every thrust producing a loud smack.

I lean forward and dig my fingers into his calves as I begin to cum, hard. My entire body shakes and I squirt onto my bed, leaving a little puddle below me. I feel my pussy walls contract and pulse around his cock, as I hear him grunt behind me as he pulls me down firmly onto his cock as he pumps me full of rope after rope of cum, my pussy milking him for every last drop.

I collapse on top of him in a sweaty mess. His cocks softens and slips out of me. I get up and walk to the shower as he follows me to clean up.

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