cherry cafe' (part2)

She pulled me through the tiny corridor, the back door still swinger after entering. There was a moment of caution as we approached an open door on the left hand side. She stopped and warned with a finger over her mouth to be quiet and then artfully tip toed past pulling me along with her.1

I had to look in, I couldn’t help myself! There with his face transfixed on the TV, was a large bald headed man, eating pie and drinking from a bottle…2

“Come on Bounty! I got 10 on you!” his voice, a heavy Irish rumble, rattled against the bottle on the side. “Get some legs you useless donkey...”3

I was intrigued and slowed down a little, but before I could listen to the rest I was pulled past the door and further along the corridor, not stopping till reaching the second door on the right.4

“Who was that?” I whispered as she pushed the door open and pulled me into complete darkness!5

Standing still, she whispered “stay here” into my ear and then let go of my hand. I heard her feet shuffling, followed by a sharp click. She was locking the door!6

A few second later she slipped her hand into mine and gently turned me around, pressing her body behind mine I could feel her hard nipples piercing through her top and into my back. With her free hand she moved my dark hair away from my neck and breathed against it “That’s my boss, he’s a gambler, he's watching the horses!”7

I moved my head to the side begging her to kiss where she’d left the warmth from her words. “I’m glad he doesn’t make the pie.” I smiled and sighed deeply as she finally brushed her wet lips down the side of my neck.8

A gentle caress of soft temptations found there way to my jaw line and then she placed her other hand on my cheek and turned my face to look at her. Her eyes searched for mine in the darkness, the only light coming from the gap under the door. I could just make out her eyes closing as she edged closer, our noses touching she tilted her head and kissed me.9

Our mouths began moving together and with her other hand she pressed against my stomach and slowly makd her way up my body, till finally cupping my breast. I let out a murmur as her finger braised a hardened nipple, the sensation enough to make me place my hand on top of hers in fear of her stopping. Her tongue lingered in my mouth and as she pulled back I sucked on it, tasting the hot tea still present and wanting more.10

“Mm!” she licked her lips “you taste so good… I want to taste every inch of you.” She added, her voice low and husky. Before I could asnwer she closed in again kissing me harder, her tongue breaking through instantly!11

The kisses, all by themselves were making me desperate, and honestly - VERY wet! Thinking of this and how the hell I would last 15 minutes, I decided to make a move and without separating our lips I turned around so that I was facing her.12

Better, much better! I reached behind her and cupped that delicious wiggle of a butt in my hand and squeezed it softly. The action didn’t go unnoticed as she smiled into our kiss. As our hands began to fondle more freely so did our bodies and within a few minutes she had me against the wall with her thigh tightly pressed between my legs.13

I clamped my legs around hers for added friction, noted she began to push harder. Breathing was harsh, only now our lips parted and her leg moved off. The sound of frustration was swiftly followed by the sound of her trousers hitting the floor. At least that’s what I thought until she pushed against me completely naked!14

She tried not to laugh as my surprise. “Got to work fast!” she hissed as my hands embraced her soft skin and traced down her back.15

Meanwhile her hand unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then without warning slipped inside my knickers, but only briefly before pulling away again and giving the jeans a tug. Her touched lingered between my legs as I helped by kicking my shoes off and pushing the jeans down over my feet.16

“And the rest!” she said grabbing the bottom of my top and hiking it up with a giggle.17

I slung it to the floor and reached to unclip my bra as she went on her knees and pulled the last piece of clothing down. She marvelled when she caught sight of me, her eyes directly in front of my crutch where I longed for her the most.18

Her eyes never left my centre as she pulled my kickers over each foot and with her hands worked her way back up my legs, stopping to soon at the top of my thighs.19

I lent against the wall, breathless I sighed a laugh “work faster!”20

She Looked up with a smirk and I knew I was in trouble. She pushed one leg up and rested it over her shoulder as she nestled closer and with her finger she slipped down over my clit. Wet and swollen, she realised now how much I wanted her and after a few more strokes she spread me apart and took me into warm her mouth and sucked. The sucking and lapping sent my hips rocking, my arse slapping against the wall as uncontrolled passions took over.21

Just when I thought the time had come, she released me! With staggered breaths I watched as she kissed up my stomach leaving a wet trail of my juices, her solid nipples following side by side like two errect soldiers. Then, as if she’d heard my last thought she pinched my hard nipple between her teeth making me hold her there with both hands and whimper.22

“I want you inside me!” She breathed huskily and pulled my hand away from her head and pushed it between her legs as her kisses continued up until our lips met again.23

My hand sunk beneath her flesh and with two digits I drove them straight inside her where she was delightfully dripping with need! In perfect timing her hand snuck between us and onto my clit where she began circling fiercely, sending my fingers deeper with each turn!24

Nipples tingled, stomach clenched and as her pace increased so did mine! Her body stiffened around my fingers and my body shook in turn with hers, still we devoted ourselves until the very last wave. Breathless, her mouth rested heavy against my shoulder as I reluctantly pulled my hand away. After a half a minute or so I peeled myself away from the wall.25

“Your 15 minutes…” I said unenthusiastically and ran my hand along her arm.26

She gently kissed my neck once, twice “hmm…” three times, and then moved off of me.27

I began searching for clothes, my hands chasing shadows along the rough, cold floor and I admit, I was finding it hard in dark. That was until a sudden clicking sound made me stop and then a flash of light made it easier! She’d turned a little light above the bathroom mirror on, giving me my first full view of her deliciously glistened body.28

“There was a light, that whole time?” I asked. I was miffed.29

She smirked whilst pulling up her trousers, her breasts bouncing gently as she did. “Of course, but I didn’t want to waste a second turning it on!”30

“Aw…” I tried hard not to laugh to loud, instead letting out a snigger.31

Together we got dressed, still passing looks and holding back smiles, until we were both clothed and ready to leave.32

She unlocked the door and placed a still hand on the handle. She turned her body to face me “if anyone asks, we were in the kitchen, I was showing you my latest Cherry Tart mix, Ok?”33

“Sounds kinky!” I accepted with a nod.34

With her free hand she reached for my chin, “come here…” she whispered and leaned in for one more delicate kiss. Before she finished her hand pulled on the door, forcing her to part. “Time to go.”35

She pulled the door wide open and felt for my hand to take me back. I could hear her boss before reaching the door, catching a glimpse of him settled my nerves. He was still in the same seat, drinking the same bottle and watching the same channel.36

She looked back at me as she pulled me through, she just relieved as me, until we stepped back into the front and saw the huge queue at the counter.37

“Fuck!” she sighed under her breath and let my hand fall from hers.38

I watched her apologise to the first in line whilst I took my book and put it back in my bag. I noticed the drunk and his wife still sat staring, but this time it was at the long line of newbie’s and not me.39

I waited for a few minutes, deciding what to do - leave her my number or wait for her to finish. I did neither. Instead I took my bag and made my way for the door, trying to catch her eye as I did, but she was too busy.40

I exited and as I passed that huge window with all the cakes and coffee beans in I saw a hand with a cake cutter reaching for a slice of Cherry Tart. I stopped and followed the hand up until I met her eyes staring blankly at mine.41

I waved, she smiled, I left, and I haven’t been back since. I have considered it and maybe one afternoon I will go there on a whim, but you can be sure that unless I do, I will never taste anything as good as her hand made Cherry Tart, ever again!42