It’s only coffee

She walked in, glanced around the room, found me and made her way to the café table at the back of the busy coffee shop. I always sat with my back against the wall.

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“I wondered if you even would show,” I said. I got up and hugged her. Her heart was beating hard, I could feel it in the short embrace.

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“Why not, it’s only coffee,” she said quietly.

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“It’s a big deal to jump out of your comfort zone.” She looked around the room and briefly made eye contact with those big brown eyes. We ordered coffee, her, a latte, me, an Americano.

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She cupped her tiny hands around the cup, and folded her knees to her chest. She wore a long, flowing black skirt and a purple sweater that was tight across her breasts. Only the ankles showed, soft white skin.

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“This is amazingly awkward,” she said. We had never met but had shared some intimate texts which became intimate pictures some time ago.

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“Nah, it’s nice. You are more stunning in person.” I said.

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She blushed and looked away, her profile was striking. “You just like to flirt.”

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“I want to run my hands over the body I’ve only seen in photos.” I said bluntly.

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She scooted her chair closer, leaned in and whispered in my ear, “It’s only coffee…”

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But as she said this she put her hand on my thigh. I was surprised by her boldness, and felt my penis harden. I leaned in and nuzzled her neck lightly, she smelt faintly of lavender. I kissed her neck. She sighed and her chest heaved. To the rest of the work we probably just looked like a couple with a small PDA, not strangers who had corresponded only on the internet. My heart pounded and I slid my hand under the table, to hook the edge of her skirt. Her calf had soft skin, as did her thigh. I leaned back so I could look in her eyes but left my hand there. She nodded subtly and parted her legs. My hand continued until it met soft satiny panties. The heat radiating from underneath them made my cock completely hard.

“If you get to warm your hands up so do I” she said, gripping the coffee cup again. My fingertips brushed her panties softly.

“Do you really get as wet as you said?” I asked. She laughed. She knew this was my fetish.

“Only in the right hands” she said. Her rising libido pushed her shyness aside. “Do you want the right hands?”

I pulled her panties aside and was met with even greater warmth and wetness. She sighed again, this time louder as my fingertips parted her lips and touched her hardening clit.

“Enough, it’s only coffee” she said, slowly pulling my hand away as to not draw attention. She gave me a peck on the cheek. “I have to use the bathroom.”

I sat alone, coffee growing cold, and cursed myself for being too aggressive. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

I pulled it out. It was a text from her.

“This bathroom is unisex and has a lock.”

Under this, a picture of her sweater pulled over a beautifully round breast, tipped with a dark stiffened nipple.

I hurried to the back of the coffee shop. Knocked lightly on the first door, then opened the door. Empty.

I knocked on the second door. She opened it and pulled me in. She shoved me against the wall, no easy feat since I was twice her size and kissed me.

“Hurry,” she said, lifting her skirt. The drenched panties that were there a moment ago were gone. I slipped my hand between her legs and was greeted with a pool of wetness that slipped over my fingers and pooled in my palm. We continued to kiss as I stroked her clit with increasing intensity. She pulled her lips away from mine and leaned on my shoulder.

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“I’m cumming” she whispered, as her legs buckled. I could feel her pussy tighten around my fingertips. I dropped my pants and lifted her onto the sink edge. She wrapped her legs around me tightly and I inserted my cock inside her to the hilt. She was incredibly tight but wet enough to let me in without much resistance. I slid in and out of her, long strokes, building in frequency. The visual of my cock sliding in and out of her, every stroke getting wetter and wetter with her juices was too much to take. I looked her in the eyes and came, gripping her buttocks tightly so I could bury myself as deep as I could in her.

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In the awkward seconds after, we looked at each other silently, then we both began to giggle. We cleaned up without speaking and tried to exit the bathroom as to not draw attention to ourselves.

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We never did finish the coffee.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bopn5x/its_only_coffee