The Coffee Shop – The Smile

"A smile leads to something more"

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It was a typical rainy Sunday afternoon, and I had the kids with me as their Dad was away with his new woman. We found a coffee shop just before the heavens really opened and a seat just inside the door for some refreshments.

The kids were having fun playing a card game they’d been handed by a waitress and I was simply deep in my thoughts about life in general and the work week ahead, when the door opened and a guy wandered in dressed in sports clothes and soaked.

He was tall, with very short hair and a rhythmic walk. There was a touch of easy self-confidence about him. He looked around and caught my eye with a smile. He looked nice, fed up with the rain but nice.

He ordered his coffee. I think he was a regular as the barista knew what he wanted. I just looked at him. He seemed well put together without being muscle-bound and had very pale blue eyes which kind of shone in the dim light.

He picked up his coffee and turned to walk out. He looked right into my eyes and smiled. Oh my god, this smile was different from the first when he’d entered. It went straight between my legs and made me clench my thighs tight as he walked past me smiling and back out into the rain.

I was absolutely lost in thought now. That smile as he left- wow! Soon enough, the kids shook me out of my thoughts, and we packed up and made our way home. The rain had stopped by now and there was a little sun poking out as we drove the short distance home.

I started packing the kids stuff for school the next day, pausing to think about the guy. My imagination was in overdrive. What was his voice like? What was he like naked? How was he in bed?

As I wandered from room to room and then to the kitchen to prep dinner, I could feel myself getting wet between the legs. This was crazy. It was just a fleeting moment, no words or anything. Maybe it was the lack of knowledge that had got me going?

I was beginning to ache and every now and then I’d steal a touch over my jeans or a tight squeeze together of my legs to try and relieve a little bit of that ache. It was bliss but also a little torturous.

Dinner was done and baths were completed in peace. With the kids in bed, I changed into my PJs and slumped in front of the TV with a large glass of cold white wine.

The TV was on, but I wasn’t really watching. My mind was focused on the coffee shop guy. I wanted to see him again. Would he smile or even speak? Maybe I should head back by myself, save a place or invite him to sit at my table?

The more I thought, the more my mind wandered and the more I could feel that tingle in my pussy. With the wine glass in one hand, I started running my hand over my breasts, squeezing them whilst also teasing my nipples.

I shifted on the couch and lay back letting my left foot fall to the ground with my legs spread. I put the wine down and with both hands on my breasts, relaxed into the cushions.

As pleasure flooded through me, I started teasing my nipples in time with squeezing my pussy muscles. God, I was wet and totally focused on imagining him being there with me, touching and kissing.

I lifted my top to expose my naked breasts. My nipples were so hard and deserved a pinch and a roll. Oh my god, I was so horny I had to touch my pussy.

I slid my right hand down and into my PJ bottoms, my middle finger moving straight to my slippery swollen clit. Fuck, I whispered to myself, and I used my middle finger to circle it.

I knew it wasn’t going to take long. I could feel my juices running down between my bum cheeks. I imagined it was his finger circling faster and faster. My breathing was getting deeper and faster. I was moaning as I just gave in to my pleasure.

His finger – my finger – went faster and I felt his mouth close over my nipple, a delicious tongue flicking it. I felt the start of my orgasm and I couldn’t stop. I went with it rubbing harder and faster.

I could hear myself whispering yes fuck yes fuck as it built and built and then just took me over completely. I buckled as it hit me, my muscles tensing as it rose from deep in me and exploded powerfully.

I flopped back, my hand in my bottoms slowing down as I started to recover but I knew I wasn’t done and pushed two fingers into my soaked pussy, finger-fucking myself with no holds barred.

It was his cock going in and out faster and harder and deeper. I felt everything and couldn’t stop. My hips swinging up to meet every thrust. Quickly I was there again, moaning as the second orgasm ripped through me causing me to buck wildly.

I collapsed back sliding my fingers out of my pussy and into my mouth, cleaning them, tasting myself. Oh wow, that was amazing, my thighs still shaking.

I lay there panting for a few minutes before pulling my top back down. I was soaked, absolutely soaked but felt so good.

I wondered what he was doing. Maybe he was doing the same as me. Maybe I would find out.

Published 3 years ago

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