The man from the coffee shop was there. Again. I watched as he paid for his black coffee and the fluffy chocolate-drizzled croussaint he always bought, all wrapped up carefully like a wedding ring in a brown paper sack. His eyes were this icy, mesmerizing blue that made you weak with desire whenever he stared in your direction, and his lips...fuck...his lips were so full and deliciously kissable it was hard not to arouse oneself with all kinds of dirty, erotic fantasies of them teasing a woman's breast. Sighing dreamily, I took a sip of my latte, checking out the handsome stranger's chiseled profile as he exited the shop, the little bell on the door jingling pleasantly. 1
"Good morning." The object of my obsession was suddenly standing in front of me, his thick, stylishly cropped honey-blonde hair glowing in the pale sunshine. He was young, so painfully young, at least twenty-two and probably went to college where he studied biochemistry or some shit but ended up partying too much, sleeping around with too many willing ladies. Compared to me (I was a depressing forty-one-year old, in-need-of-sex single woman); the guy was off-limits, deliciously off-limits like a piece of orgasmic chocolate loaded with calories yet so tasty you begged and cheated for more. As if his eyes weren't intensley blue enough, he had a deep, golden-brown tan, broad shoulders, bulging biceps and one of those gorgeous, surfer body-type builds, the kind you drool over in Playgirl or a dirty magazine. 2
"It's kind of chilly out here, isn't it?" He pointed to his tight blue T-shirt with a smirk. "Should've brought a jacket." 3
"The coffee will warm you up", I said, my perverted brain seizing the warm you up part. He seemed to catch on too, because there was a sudden flicker of heat in those ice blue eyes that shifted my hormones to overdrive. Leaning forwards, he leveled his gaze with mine, one warm hand reaching out to cup my face. 4
"I know something else that could warm me up. My name is Daniel Evans, I got an apartment up where the park is...want to...you know...check it out?" 5
"Slow down, honey." Chuckling, I removed his hand and instead tugged at my thin silver necklace with the tiny emerald dragonfly pendant, sliding my fingers from the dragonfly to my throat, then further down to grasp the top button of my pink blouse. Daniel's eyes settled on my breasts. "First of all, you're too cute, second, there is too much of an age difference between us, and third-" 6
"Older women have more experience", Daniel piped up, flicking his tongue against chiclet white teeth. "Believe me, I've fooled around with plenty of girls and all of 'em were stupid, sleazy, falling at my feet like rag dolls as if I was some sort of god. It was annoying. I'm always the one with the moves, and they just sit back and enjoy the ride."
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"I'm sure they drank you up like hard liquor, Daniel."
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He smiled brattily. "So...you got a name, baby?" 9
"Amber Johnson", I said. "Successful business woman, divorced with no kids, got a Mercedes and a Porsche parked in the drivway of my luxurious well-deserved mansion. I have some mutual friends as comfortable as bathroom slippers, throw wild cocktail parties, and enjoy hanging around coffee shops with blue-eyed hunks that don't know when to give up."
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He laughed, tearing open the paper sack to offer me his scrumptious-looking croussiant. The flaky bread, gooey milk chocolate drizzle and fresh bakery smell was enough to make my mouth water; damn, so much for the atkins diet! I gladly bit into the morsel, the taste of warm chocolate sticking to the roof of my mouth suddenly highly arousing me. My traiterous nipples strained against the fabric of my blouse, giving away the evidence.
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"They make the best croussaints, don't they?"
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"Sure do."
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"Looks like I'm not the only one who's cold..." 14
"Take me someplace warm then", I blushed, feeling aroused again. "It's gonna rain." 15
"Oh no, wet see-through blouse. We wouldn't want that at all."
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With a few more big bites I finished off the pastry, dabbing the corners of my mouth. "Well, you gonna just sit there ogling or take me to your apartment?"17
He grinned triumphantly. "Thought you'd never ask." 18
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We barely got in the door when our savage hormones kicked in, letting me relish the feel of Daniel's hands on my shoulders, pushing me up against the wall as he kissed me hungrily. Shivering, I kissed him back, tangling my tongue with his, almost knocking over a flower vase he had placed in the middle of the kitchen counter. The mauve carpet floor was littered with clothes, magazines, and old DVDs. I even saw a lime pink G-string sticking out of one lumpy green mattress (wow, this guy probably had a whole collection of G-strings). He slipped his shirt off over his head and flung it on the back of a chair, not even bothering to draw his curtains shut. Almost bursting with excitement and sinful glee, I shed my blouse and bolted for the bedroom, examining Daniel's tidy bed with its wide headboard and velvety black sheets. He approached the bed just in his underwear, displaying an impressive erection that stood up as stiff as a totem pole. Oh god , a mischevious little voice squeaked in my mind, how is he ever gonna fit that cock in you? Merry Christmas, Amber. Can't say you don't deserve this... 20
"You like it rough?" Daniel circled me like some sleek, honey-skinned panther, his hair as silky looking as all that tantalizing flesh. "I got classes in two hours, a swim practice in three." 21
"You swim? Guess any female with half a brain could figure that out." 22
I flicked my chin at his broad shoulders and hard, flat navel with the ghostly blue tattoo of a halo by his belly button. He unzipped my jeans, extending one smooth muscular arm to caress the inside of my thigh, then traveling lower, the pad of his thumb drawing agonizingly pleasurable circles around my throbbing core. He inserted a finger, then another, moving them in and out of the slick heat until I let out a cry, grabbing fistfuls of his blonde hair. Liking the reaction, Daniel stripped off the lacy red thong and got down on his knees, lowering his head so it was between my legs. What he did with his tongue was unspeakably delicous, giving me spasms of orgasm, tearing animalstic moans of sheer pleasure from my throat. I was just teetering off the edge of release, my clit begging for one more good rub...just one more brush of that calloused thumb, one more nip of his lush mouth...
Daniel unhooked my bra from behind. His hands slid around to cover my breasts, making them ache for his touch. I groaned as he took a nipple between his fingers, pinching it lightly, then lowering his head to suck the pink bead.
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"Wonderful breasts", he said in a thick, husky whisper. "I could taste them all day." 24
"Bet you've tasted plenty", I said with a tinkly laugh. 25
"None as nice as these...your nipples are so pink, like the blush on your cheeks when I looked at you by the coffee shop." 26
"Fuck me", I moaned when he took another breast in his mouth, tongue flicking against the nipple thirstily. He closed his hands on mine, placing them on his wide tanned shoulders, then lower towards his hairless chest where I massaged the prominent muscle definition in his flat stomach, kissing the halo tattoo. Lower he brought my hands, smiling wickedly as I peeled off his underwear, exposing his large penis that was swelling for contact. Watching his eyes, I dropped down on one knee to take the dark brown head in my mouth, moving my tongue around in rough circles so Daniel shuddered and threw back his head in a long, drawn-out groan that gave me goosebumps. Sensing that he was about to cum I jerked my hand back, leaving him on the edge of orgasm like he had left me. His blue eyes were hazy, focused on the bed that we hadn't even touched yet. 27
"Don't you have classes in like, an hour?" I lifted my face up to look at him, but his expression told me he could have cared less, perfectly arched brows flashing me a "do-you-really-think-I-give-a-shit?" look.
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"I need to get inside you, Amber. Now." He carried me off towards the bed, positioning my body so his firm thighs were against mine, his shoulders rising and falling in shallow breaths as he gripped the headboard, crushing me painfully into the bed springs. 29
"It's moments like these that I'm glad for a divorce." I smiled up at Daniel's sweat-slick face, giving him a luscious, wine-rich kiss as he shifted his position. My plump legs were now fastened tight around his lean waist, a sharp cry escaping my lips when his penis easily filled every slippery crevice of me, my body suddenly on fire, every pore and cell of my being clinging to this one moment; the orgasm that was dangling just out of reach. It was almost surreal...this steamy little affair such a change from the usual self service ritual; some fooling around with a vibrator, a few teasing peeks at the pages of an erotica novel. Nothing compared to having the real thing: Daniel's big, hard, swollen penis filling me to the hilt, his hot breath fanning my damp cheek as he rocked back and forth, slamming the headboard so roughly it was probably gonna leave dents in the wall.
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"Oh...yes...just...a...little...bit...more..." He groaned, shuddering and bucking and pounding himself into me. I dug my nails into his flushed skin as the pleasure flooded into me, lifting me so high I cried out in sweet agony, orgasm so shatteringly intense I half expected my body to go up in flames. Daniel managed another hard, deep thrust when he finally came, dripping with sweat, his hips rippling violently against mine.
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"Fuck, that was insanely good", he gasped, resting his head on my naked breast. "Don't even tell me the time."
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"I think you missed your class."
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"But it was worth it, wasn't it?"
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"I'll have to give you my number", I said sweetly, wiping a film of sweat from my forehead. Oh, man, who knew coffee shops would mean such amazing, once-in-a-lifetime sex? Daniel rolled over on his side to open the drawer of his nightable, fumbling through some magazines and a few suspicious-looking DVDs until he retrieved a box of Dunhills.
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"Want a light?" He offered.
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"Sorry, babe, gotta catch a bus back downtown." I kissed his mouth all slow, stiffening when his arms closed in around my waist, trying to pull me back beneath him. Glowing with pleasure, I drew back like a skittish colt from his grasp. He gave me a puzzled look.
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"You coming back soon?"
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"During business hours", I chuckled, climbing back into my panties and bra. It was dark outside...shit, how long had we been having sex?
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"That's what they all say", Daniel sniffed. "Women are never satisfied."
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"The sex was incredibly satisfying", I piped up, throwing a magazine at him. "Buy me a latte tommorow and we'll see what happens."
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"Alright, one latte and a quick romp, anything else?" 42
"You're such a sly bastard." I winked at him, did the zipper up on my jeans and left. 43
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