My girlfriend Dakota Johnson was working at the library when I met her. She seemed sweet and shy, and I gotta admit, I had the hots for her. Maybe she wasn’t glamorous supermodel level hot, but I’ve always been attracted to the pretty, somewhat innocent types. Plus, I could tell that she liked me, too. Always biting her lip, fidgeting with her glasses, trying to hold back a smile when she talked to me. Her blushing cheeks always gave her away. After some time, I convinced her to go out with me, and I began to see her starting to come out of her reserved shell, much to my delight.
It was a Monday morning. We had gone to the local cafe for breakfast and coffee before work. The girl just loved spending time with me. We had been directed to our booth, and had just sat down, when I saw a mischievous smile form across her face. She looked around, before slinking over to scooch up beside me. “*Honey, I’ve got an idea*”, she said in a sweet, but naughty tone. “*Oh*”, I replied, “*and what might that be*?” I soon found out, as I felt her hand sliding up my inner thigh, making its way across my hardening bulge. “*I…wanna make you cum…right here in the cafe*”, she smirked. My cock liked the sound of that. “*But here’s the deal, mister*”, she said, firmly gripping my cock through my trousers, “*You can’t make a fucking sound. No matter how good my soft hands feel around your cock, you’re not allowed to make even a whimper. Sound good*?”