It had been an early start at the coffee shop. It was her turn to open up and set everything up. Normally it was a simple task but she was distracted by yesterday’s events. It wasn’t just the chat, the reading or the orgasm, it was what had happened when she got home.
She had been in a constant state of arousal. Her pussy was tingling and wet and had been since she cast her eyes over his stories. Even now as she ground the beans she could feel how wet her panties were.
Everything she looked at, every sound took her right back to the corner table and the conversation she had with him. She couldn’t walk past the bathroom door without her nipples getting hard. She really wanted him to come in today but at the same time she didn’t so she could calm down a bit.
She had left work early and walked the mile home. Her mind was in turmoil as she kept recounting what had happened earlier. When she got home, she grabbed a glass of red and ran a bath full of bubbles. The trouble was she took her iPad with her and found his set of stories and ploughed her way through them one at a time. She wasn’t bisexual but found herself getting turned on by the lesbian stories.
As each word went past, her hand moved across her body, caressing her breasts and nipples, sliding down her stomach and thighs, She found herself biting her lip and swallowing hard as she read each line once or twice before moving on. It wasn’t long before she cast her iPad aside and settled into accepting the pleasure flowing through her body. With her left leg draped over the edge of the bath and a foot between the taps, she let her fingers slide into her tight wet pussy.
She closed her eyes as she teased her G-spot and thumbed her clit. She was picturing him writing at a desk, typing quickly and passionately. Was he turned on and hard? Did he play with his cock while he wrote? As she began to rub herself faster, she pictured him leaning back in his office chair, stroking his cock faster and faster. As she watched him cum at his desk, she felt her own orgasm starting to build. The water was flowing over her, heightening the sensations.
Then it hit and she moaned and doubled up, her thighs shaking as spasms ran through her whole body as her pussy gripped her fingers. Water flowed over the edge of her bath soaking her cast off clothes.
It took a few minutes for her to recover and get out of her bath and think about getting some food. She felt good, her whole body tingled and her nipples were constantly hard as they rubbed the inside of her robe.
It was late by the time she had eaten and the long day had made her tired. She slipped into bed, closed her eyes but couldn’t stop thinking about him and the words that made her so wet.
It wasn’t long before those feelings came flooding back. And her fingers drifted back to her pussy. She was soaked and swollen and so sensitive. She put two fingers on her clit and circled it, slowly accelerating the tempo. She wasn’t waiting for anyone now and was going to cum quickly and very hard.
Her breathing was out of control as her fingers accelerated her towards her orgasm and her thighs started shaking. She cried out as her third orgasm of the day rushed through her body with more and more spasms as the pleasure went on and on and on. Eventually she calmed and slumped back onto her bed, gently caressing her body as the pleasure slowly subsided leaving her totally spent.
The alarm woke her early from a deep sleep. She showered, dressed and made her way to work with a broad grin on her face and a throb in her pussy. Today could be interesting she thought. Two hours later she looked up from the coffee machine as the door opened, There he was with a big smile on his face. She felt herself blushing as he uttered those familiar words.
“Good morning. Extra shot latte and a couple of croissants please.”
“Of course,“ she replied, conscious of the redness spreading over her neck and chest.
She could see him looking at her intently which caused her to blush more as she got his order together and put it on the end of the bar. As he took it, he smiled and locked his gaze on her eyes. She heard herself giggle a little before he turned and found a seat.
She kept on serving but couldn’t stop herself glancing over at him, watching him devour his newspaper. After about an hour, he got up to leave and wandered over. She felt herself flush as he walked over and spoke briefly to her before handing her a piece of paper.
She unfolded it and read the six words to herself before putting it into her back pocket and smiling broadly to herself.
