Starbucks isn’t the best place for sex but it will do [MF]

Someone suggested I write about the naughty things I’ve done in Starbucks so here I am trying to figure out what to say. Like the title says, “Starbucks isn’t the best place to have sex”…. but that didn’t stop me from doing it a bunch of times this last year in college.

I went to a university in northern Virginia and this last year of school I ended up having a FWB that was a bit older than me and worked not too far from campus. Greg was a guy I met online and it was a sexual relationship from the first time we met by design. We usually met up on weeknights or weekends but there were times he’d text me while he was at work to meet up for lunch or coffee. It became a regular thing and while we didn’t have sex every time we met up it was more often than not we did.

We’d lock ourselves in the Starbucks restroom and that’s where it would happen. Most times I’d end up giving him a blow job or he’d put his hand down my pants and make me orgasm. I learned pretty quickly to bring a backpack to kneel on since squatting or kneeling on tile to do it is no fun. I’d stroke and suck him until he came and then I’d swallow, clean up and we’d go on with our days. As far as I know we were never caught. After a while we didn’t panic ever time someone tried the door to see if it was occupied.

We’d rarely actually fuck but a few times we got more daring and did. This is one of those times. The day started pretty normal as I headed to my morning class. I had to give a presentation for one of my classes so I was in a skirt and business top. Definitely dressier than my normal jeans and a t-shirt. It was hard to concentrate on my upcoming presentation as Greg was texting me telling me dirty things he was going to do to me the next time we met up. We texted back and forth a few times and I could feel the warmth building between my legs as he talked about how he was going to fuck me so hard and cum deep inside of me and use my tight little ass for his pleasure.

Greg asked what I was wearing and upon telling him I was in a skirt he got more excited suggesting I take my underwear off. No way was I going to do give my presentation not wearing anything under my skirt. He finally convinced me to do so after class and then come to meet him early that afternoon for coffee at Starbucks.

My presentation went great and after class I looked at my phone and there was a message from Greg reminding me to take my panties off. I had agreed to a study session with a couple people from another class before meeting up with Greg so I stopped off at the restroom to take my panties off and stashed them in a secret pouch within my backpack. Just the act of doing that started to excite me. I walked to meet up with my classmates and the feeling of being naked under my skirt and Greg’s emails got me hotter and definitely a little wet.

It was 2 hours until I was supposed to meet Greg and my study session crawled along. Greg’s occasional texts telling me how he couldn’t wait to feel my mouth around his cock or to feel himself deep inside of me kept the study session interesting. Finally the time came to meet up and I started on my way and I was definitely feeling horny.

I texted Greg to let him know I was less than 10 minutes out and he responded telling me he was already there. He asked me how wet I was and I couldn’t lie I was pretty wet. I got off the Metro and was about a minute away when he texted me “Knock twice on the bathroom door on the left and I’ll let you in.” Usually we would grab coffee first and talk a little before scoping out when to dart into the restroom together. As I approached Starbucks the outside tables were mostly full but inside was fairly empty except for a few people in line. I approached the restroom door Greg mentioned and knocked. I could feel myself getting even wetter and hotter between my legs.

Greg let me in and immediately began kissing me and grabbing my ass and pulling him towards him. I could feel his hard dick through his pants. He wasted no time slipping his hand down my skirt and began rubbing my pussy. He said something about how wet I was as I moaned and welcomed his fingers between my legs. When he slid one of his fingers in me and across my clit I swear I could have cum right then and there.

Greg pulled my backpack off of me and threw it to the floor. I assumed I’d be on my knees shortly kneeling on my backpack taking his cock into my mouth and as he undid his pants that only reinforced what I thought I’d be doing. He kicked off his sneakers and slid off his pants before stepping back into his sneakers. I remember how silly he looked standing there with no pants on wearing sneakers but that thought quickly passed as he kissed me again. My hand instinctively grabbed his cock and began stroking it as we kissed. He was rock hard and I couldn’t wait to have him inside my mouth.

Instead Greg reached down and in one motion pulled up my skirt and turned me towards the sink. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror but before I could really take it in he bent me forward and I grabbed the sink to keep my balance. He pulled my skirt above my waist and started sliding his cock between my legs from behind lowering himself to match me height. I reached around to help guide him wanting to feel him inside of me as soon as possible.

It felt amazing as he slowly entered me. Since I was wet it went fairly easy and within just a few strokes he was completely inside of me. He then started fucking me with fuller thrusts so I grabbed onto the sink with both hands to balance and keep my head from banging into the mirror. The grip of his sneakers definitely helped him to get traction on the tile floor. He started fucking me really hard and deep ignoring more than one jiggle of the door handle as someone checked to see if the bathroom was free.

After about 2 minutes of hard fucking and biting my lip to keep from moaning too loud I was on my way to an orgasm. Greg told me to put my legs together which meant he didn’t have to squat down as much. This also meant there was more friction as he fucked me and I’m sure it felt tighter on his cock too as my legs were together. Between the excitement of not wearing panties all day, the location and him hitting the right spots I began to orgasm hard shortly after we switched to this new position. Greg then pushed himself deep inside of me making little movements inside of me which just enhanced my orgasm.

Greg started mumbling about how tight I felt that way and suddenly I felt his cock start to pulse followed by the moans of him cumming. I could actually feel each pulse of him cumming inside of me as he barely moved as he came.

We held that position for about a minute but he slipped out and our collective juices started running down the inside of my legs. Greg grabbed some TP and started wiping the cum and my wetness from his shrinking dick. I too reached for TP to soak up the mess leaking from between my legs trying to hold my skirt up so it didn’t get coated with it.

Greg said he had to get back to work and he’d leave first. I told him I had to get cleaned up a little before I left. He successfully snuck out and I locked the door behind him. I sat on the toilet and felt and saw some of his cum drip into the toilet. As I waited for gravity to take its course I saw the floor was a little wet directly below where we had fucked and there was the unmistakable evidence of a little of Greg’s cum that had dripped from me.

I got cleaned up and slipped my underwear back on so as not to have any embarrassing leaks on my walk and Metro ride back to my apartment. Yes I also wiped down the restroom so it was ready for the next couple to have sex. ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8wf3ah/starbucks_isnt_the_best_place_for_sex_but_it_will