The Slut Chronicles #3 ~ The Coffee Shop
Written by Laurel
Monday, 12 October 2009 01:41
The Coffee Shop
“So where are you today?” She read as it came across her screen.
“Starbucks” She typed in return.
“Starbucks? Well, well, well, what do you know, I’m sitting in a Starbucks too.”
“Really? That’s kinda creepy.” She responded.
“Is it? Does it scare you to think we might be in the same coffee shop?”
“Yes. I would be mortified. But it’s … exciting to imagine what might happen.”
“What do you imagine might happen?” He smiled as he typed, knowing she was sitting there trying to stay composed and act normal while her insides churned and her panties were probably already damp.
She was, suddenly, feeling quite uneasy, tho she also felt a telltale twinge between her legs, while considering the idea of both of them being in the same place. She knew they both lived in the same city so they could be in the same place, just by chance. But her instincts told her if he was here, chance had nothing to do with it.
He knew, after several conversations, of her love of sexual adventure. He knew she liked to take risks; he knew she loved to fuck strangers.
“I think you would follow me into the women’s bathroom and bend me over the sink…” She typed brazenly, with much more courage than she felt.
There were dozens of shops around the city, she was probably safe. But as she glanced around, seeing several men sitting around her with their laptops…her insides churned again.
“Are you on your laptop today?” She typed nervously.
“No, I have my iPhone today. Why do you ask?” His smile faded slightly, replaced with a more intense, determined look as he realized she was searching the shop to see if he was there.
“I’m just looking around, seeing all these men with laptops and suddenly every single one of them is potentially… you.” She exhaled with relief as she typed this, feeling somehow on more stable ground knowing that none of the men, around her with computers, was him. She didn’t know what would happen if he was in the same store, but not knowing if he was there or not was somehow worse than not knowing what came next if he was.
“Nobody with phones where you are, then?” She read across her screen and realized she hadn’t even looked for someone with a phone.
He was here, she knew suddenly. What’s more, he knew she was here. He had known all along.
Fuck.
He had tracked her down, he knew who she was, when she had no idea what he even looked like. She tried to look around without appearing as if she was searching for him. She darted her eyes from side-to-side, scanning the room for anyone who might have a phone.
Shit. She spotted him. That guy over by the window, with his back to her, has an iPhone.
Hell… is it him? So lost in her scrambled, panicked thoughts, she stared at the screen of her laptop for at least 5 minutes before realizing she had a new message.
“Well?” She read his words and had no idea what he was talking about.
“Well what?” She barely managed to type as she tried to look, but not look, at the guy with the phone, in the corner.
“Is there anyone with a phone in your Starbucks?”
“Oh… um,” She hesitated.
She thought about lying. Except, it was obvious he knew she was here, how could she hide? She could leave. She should get up, run out and not look back.
But she didn’t want to.
What would happen next? It was a public place, what could he do? What would he do? She wanted to know.
“Yes.” She typed almost automatically.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
“Is it me?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what you look like!”
“Why don’t you look again and see if he is looking back. If he is, it’s me.”
It was him. She knew he would be looking back when she looked at him again. She couldn’t look. She wanted to, but she didn’t dare. She couldn’t stand it but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to meet his eyes.
And then she did. And he was looking right at her, smiling like he’d just captured his prey. She just stared back in amazement, frozen in place and her face began to burn. She felt like everyone in the store was staring at her and knew what was on her mind.
Her brain seemed to be on pause until her laptop blinked again, grabbing her attention.
“Why don’t you go to the bathroom and leave the door open.” She read.
The bathroom? Was he nuts? Should she? Who was she kidding, she had suggested it herself, just a few minutes ago. She slid off her chair and tried to walk calmly, in a straight line, to the bathroom.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside, letting it shut behind her. But the door didn’t even latch before it was swinging open and suddenly he was there. The door was pushed shut, locked and he was on her. His hands reached to her face and pulled her to him.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding between her lips and plundering her mouth. Her lips parted willingly and she gasped with excitement and surprise. He turned her as he kissed her and pressed her against the door with his entire body. His rock hard body had her pinned and she felt breathless, she was helpless and she loved it. She wanted more.
She whimpered loudly against his mouth as his hands moved to her breasts, kneading as they pulled her shirt up at the same time.
She felt cold air harden her nipples for only a moment before his mouth left hers and found one, closing over it with wet heat that had her moaning softly. His hand cupped her other breast, thumb rubbing back and forth over the tip of her nipple sending a crackling surge of pleasure through her body.
She arched, pressing her body against his mouth as she reached for him. Her hands groped at his belt and fumbled with the clasp. She tugged his belt open and then tore at his pants, shoving her hand past his waistband in search of what she wanted.
Then her fingers found and wrapped themselves around his smooth, hard shaft eliciting an animal groan from him as he pulled his mouth from her breast. His eyes met hers with a look of animal lust to match the growl she had just engendered.
She squeezed her hand tighter and slide upward towards the bulbous head and suddenly he was ripping at the waistband of her own jeans.
He tugged at the button and then her zipper, at the same time using his grip to haul her body roughly towards the sink. He pushed her hips against the cold, white porcelain while yanking her jeans and panties down with one fierce jerk, exposing her plump ass.
His hands were on her, cupping, kneading, one pressing into her lower back, bidding her to lean forward, the other slipping down between her legs and sliding deftly into her wet, waiting cunt.
She cried out as two fingers quickly entered and then pulled from her pussy. Again, he stroked his thick fingers in and out a few times, pulling them mercilessly from her body just as quickly as he’d entered.
Then he pressed his body against hers once more. His fingers found their way around, snaking into her mouth where she instinctively sucked her own juices from them.
The stiff head of his cock pressed between her legs and she spread them wantonly and leaned further forward and whimpering with need.
She glanced into the mirror and their eyes met again. She cried out softly with urgency and wanton lust. His eyes held hers as he leaned in, his lips caressing her ear and whispered,
“What do you want, then? Tell me.”
“Your cock.” She rasped desperately.
“My cock where?” He tortured her with waiting, with making her tell him exactly what she needed.
“I need your cock in my pussy.” The words spilled quickly from her mouth, her face flushing deeper pink and her body quivered in anticipation of what was coming.
And then he gave her what she needed. Thrusting solidly, deeply, he sank his cock to the hilt. And then he pulled from her and shoved his rigid cock into her again. And again. Hard, rhythmic, thrusting in a deliberate and slow fashion.
It was satisfying and maddening torture at the same time, making her gasp with pleasure but all the more needy.
“Please.” She rasped.
“Please what?” He asked, his voice thicker and deeper than before.
“Please fuck me.”
” I am fucking you.
“Harder, faster, fuck me faster, please.”
Her eyes met his again as she pleaded for more. This time, her own gaze matched his feral lust and drove him over the edge. With a beastly growl he let go of his control and began jabbing his cock into her fast and hard, just as she had begged for.
It didn’t take long before fucking her like this had him exploding inside her. His body seemed to surround her and his teeth sank into her shoulder as he groaned and growled and fucked her deeply. She cried out as she felt him pumping himself into her, never letting up as he filled her pussy with come. He continued stroking into her as he slipped a hand down between her legs and began to massage her clit in time with his thrusting.
She barely noticed as his fucking slowed and eventually stopped, but was focused only on the vivid, coiling tension his fingers were building as they moved faster, more quickly, sliding back and forth over her clit, eliciting louder and more bliss-filled moans from her with each stroke.
As he sensed she was about to erupt, he gripped her hair and pulled her head back, turning it so her lips met his. He kissed her, plundering her mouth and swallowing her screams as her body began to writhe with intense, convulsing pleasure.
And then, all that was left was the gasping, rasping sound of two people, passion spent, trying to catch their breath. He clutched her against him for a few moments before releasing her and adjusting his clothing and helping her with her own.
He leaned in and kissed her softly on the neck, whispering into her ear.
“Wait a few moments, before you follow me out.”
He slipped out the door without another word as she finished adjusting herself and gathering her thoughts.
Finally, she slipped out the same door and returned to the main room of the coffee shop. She scanned the room, but knew she wouldn’t find him. He had already disappeared, he was already gone.
WOW. Your best yet – I LOVE it. I’m sitting here as hard as a rock after reading that.
You have a REAL talent for writing about these short, dirty encounters. You could compile a whole book of them. You really should.
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