Our eyes meet from across the coffee shop. I just walk in and see the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen in a long time. Long beautiful brown hair. Incredible green eyes. Wearing a pencil skirt and a fashion-forward blouse: form-fitting and low cut.
She is hot. And she knows it.
She just sat down with a friend? Colleague? Sister?
I sense an instant connection.
Wearing my jeans and my blazer, I order a London Fog and sit near to try and her hear her conversation. I hear her talking a bit louder. “Does she want me to hear her? Did she notice me?” I think.
“So he started massaging my shoulders!” she says.
“What? No!” says the colleague.
“He did! Honestly! You know how brain injury disinhibits people. Well, he decided to go to town. I mean, it started out feeling fine, but then it got really awkward because he just wouldn’t stop. No matter what I said,” she said in between laughs.
I smirked. I couldn’t help it. She knew that I was listening.
Her eyes narrow and she continues, even louder, “Well that’s nothing compared to the guy who whipped out his dick in the Starbucks! I’d have been impressed if I wasn’t so shocked.”
Both the colleague and I were laughing. I was doing my best to stifle it, but this lady is a natural storyteller. One the characteristics I find the sexiest.
The colleague says, “I gotta pee. Be right back.”
She rolls your eyes and turns to me. “So what kind of pervert are you? Listening and laughing at these stories of these desperate patients of mine?”
“I’m really sorry,” I respond, “But that story was just incredible. I love hearing a good story. Especially if it’s about impressive genitalia.” Her eyebrow goes up when I say the word genitalia.
I return to my drink and read the paper.
The colleague returns and banter is ongoing until the colleague says, “Well, I gotta get back. See you tomorrow?”
“You bet,” she says looking at me over her colleague’s shoulder as they have a quick hug.
The colleague scurries away, and she turns to me (I knew we had a connection) and says, “So what’s your story? Professional eavesdropper?”
I smile and say, “Hey I’m just trying to have a drink and not get into any trouble.”
“A troublemaker eh. How did I know that you were trouble when you walked in?” Holy shit. This lady can play the game.
“How about you sit down and I’ll try to convince you just how much trouble I could get us in before dinnertime?” You sit and I say, “I’m Dale” as I reach out my hand.
“Cathy,” as she extends hers. I grab it and bring it to my mouth for a quick kiss.
She smiles half a smile and we both know. We are gonna fuck. The dirty kind of fuck that only strangers and long-time lovers can do. Where trust is or has to be assumed.
We talk for a while about our families, work and marital status – both recently divorced – until she says, “wanna get out of here?”
“I was just about to ask the same thing, Cathy,” as I grab your hand to leave. “My place is just a few blocks. Let’s grab a drink.”
We are touching each other like crazy during the walk. Pushes. Shoulder bumps. Hand grabs. Punches on the arm. This is foreplay and we know it.
I get to the door and fumble with the keys. She is standing very close. Eager to get in. We can feel the tension. We can smell each other’s lust.
The door opens. We push in and she grabs me by the collar and pulls me in to kiss. Our lips meet and we lean against the door slamming it hard.
Our hands start peeling our layers off. Jackets. Coats. Sweaters. Shirts. Undershirts go flying. We are both topless in seconds as hands explore and caress.
I stop and take a step back. I wanted to take a good look at this gorgeous specimen. She is incredible. Nice tits. Pale smooth skin. Narrow waist. She does a few poses and even does a 180 with a cute little dance. She’s confident. I fucking love it.
Staring into her yes. I pull my pants down and stand in front of her in just my tight blue boxer briefs. She does her sexy half smile and walks towards me. She kisses me while her hands go down the front of my drawers. I’m semi-hard, but only for a moment. She knows how to work a dick.
My hands cup her face and I kiss her neck as she strokes me. She moans in delight.
“Use your teeth a bit,” she says. I don’t need to be told twice so I nibble her and she leans in for more. So I do it a bit harder and run my teeth along her neck and shoulder. I move to my knees and suck her tits and use my teeth on her nipples. She runs her hands through my hair roughly pulling me in and pushing me away roughly.
I reach behind her and grab her ass. Massaging her cheeks. I slap her ass a bit. She loves it. I do it again. She loves it. I turn her roughly and slap her harder. Both cheeks. She loves it.
Fuck. This woman is going to be the death of me.
I quickly lift her skirt to take off her tights and get at her ass but lo! she’s wearing thigh highs and garters – and no panties. This lady came to fuck!
“Damn!” I say, “Are you reading my porn history because this is my fetish, babe!” I hike her skirt to her waist and turn her around to look at her ass. Beautiful. I stick my face between her cheeks and breathe deep. My hand moves between her thighs to find her pussy wet. My fingers work her vulva. Maybe a bit too rough.
She moans. She spreads her legs a bit and bends over to give me full view of her asshole and pussy. Holy fuck! She means business. I open my mouth and lick her swollen pussy. Her juices are incredible. I lick up. Between her opening and her asshole and then her asshole. I spend a few seconds licking it. I can tell she’s a deviant like me. My fingers find her pussy again and start rubbing as I lick her hole. My fingers work inside and find her moist and welcoming.
She stands abruptly turns and grabs my head. She pulls my head into her pussy. Grinding on it. I’m moving my tongue trying to keep up pulling her ass toward me.
I pull away and stand up. I put my hand around her throat and kiss her hard as I pull her ass towards me. I’m grinding against her stomach as I lightly choke her and kiss her fucking mouth. Her tongue finds mine and she bites my lower lip hard. Almost too hard.
“Fuck” as my head pulls away sharply with my hand still around her neck. I put my hand on her lower back and walk her to my bedroom. I roughly throw her on the bed. She lays there with a smile.
I pull my underwear off and throw them at her. She sees my hard cock and throws them back at me. I jump on her and pin her hands above her head with one hand and stuff my underwear in her mouth with my other hand. I then reach down and start fingering her. My thumb works her clit as two fingers are deep in her pussy. She moans through the fabric and bucks her hips.
What a match we are.
I move my face south to her pussy and roll onto my back. She rolls over and we 69. I let her taste me and stroke me first. What technique! Her tongue is incredible I get close to cumming in just a few seconds! So I dive into her pussy to take my focus away from her perfect mouth.
I reach around her thighs and spread her ass cheeks as I lick her clit and slit. I suck her up and lick her thoroughly. I work a hand to my mouth to moisten it and I stick it in her ass tentatively. She moans in delight so I continue. She is bobbing on my dick like crazy while holding my balls and working her hips. In-fucking-credible.
She leans up away from my dick and rams her pussy into my face. She is wiping it all over my face. Forehead to chin. Cheeks. Even one ear. Holy fuck. Is this lady ever into it.
She speeds up and I can tell she is close to coming so I slap her ass a few times just as she reaches climax. She loves that too!
It lasts for almost a couple minutes as her pussy juices cover my face, even running down my cheeks. She leans up and looks between her legs at me, “Got a towel, buddy?”
“Bathroom’s right there sexy.” She goes to grab a towel and wipe off her thighs and my face.
She returns to the bed knowing that we’ve only just begun.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8py8n0/cafe_strangers_part_1_str8_fm