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Coffee, Tea or 2 (repost, sorry)

We set to meet up randomly.

A ‘chance’ encounter at a store, we exchanged beforehand what we would be wearing, so there would be no mistake (unless there was another woman wearing the same outfit!). I chanced upon her in the electronics section, no mistaking her- mid-thigh, red patterned dress, some sort of stockings or pantyhose, medium red heels and a red bow in her mid-length brown hair, not pale, but not tanned, about 5’4” in her heels . Very sexy!

I casually walked by, picked up a CD (I know, who buys those any more!), and made a point about looking through a few more. I lifted the CD in her direction- “Excuse me, do you think this is too new music for my 45 year old sister?”

She casually turned in my direction (her eyes were gorgeous, WOW, of course the only thing about her face that could be seen, because of the red satiny facemask), looked at the CD (Poster Girl by Zara Larsson) she said she wouldn’t know, but she heard a couple of her songs and liked them well enough, if I’d bought it for her, she’d be good with it! I was so nervous, I can’t actually remember what exactly she had said at the time, really!

At this point, I couldn’t drag my eyes off hers, then doing a quick glance down, then very quickly back to her eyes (sexy as hell- low v-cut button down dress, her cleavage very noticeable, the top button undone, the bottom two, as well, sexy, sensual, yet not over the top for an afternoon shopping). How I found my voice, I have no clue, my brain seemed to be scrambled- “I’m sorry, but if I were buying something for you, it certainly wouldn’t be a CD!”

“Oh really,” She replied, “what would you buy me?”

I’m sure if she had been listening, she could hear my heart beating, hammering against my chest. “Perhaps a flower for your hair?” I stammered out.

She smiled, looked around- there was no one within 10 or 15 feet of us. She looked me over as I’d done her, moments before, then her eyes returned to mine. “A flower, really? Or perhaps something else?”

My mind was slowly recovering from the fogginess, though still not as sharp and witty as I’d intended to be, so much for the suave debonair type!

“Well, excuse the forwardness, but you’re stunning, and you’d deserve something wonderful and sexy for your birthday, lingerie definitely comes to mind!”

She laughed “Really, what color?”

Oh wow! We were actually going through with it! Had messaged her online, somewhat hit it off, and made plans to meet up. Not knowing if either would be attracted to the other, in real life, this was what we came up with to meet. We chose a place halfway, so we would be unlikely to see anyone we knew. Mission Valley was convenient to us both. We hadn’t planned any of this out, just the basics, the rest would have to come naturally.

I’m sure I was beet red, I’m sure she was nervous, but didn’t show it at all!

“I think black with red, it would show off your skin so beautifully.”

“That’s nice,” she said with a smile, “lace or satin?”

I was calming down, finally! “Oh my, it would be your birthday, it would be silk, of course!”

Not being planned, it was discussed that anything further would be her decision, that was her cue. Again she looked around- there was a mother with a kid close by. “I like that thought.” Was her answer a bit nervous? “Perhaps we could go and continue over a coffee?”

I think my heart suddenly doubled its beat, drumming in my ears (and at the same time felt stirring below the belt, could my body handle the blood needs in both places?).

To finish the charade, I actually bought the CD, and waited for her to purchase the few items she had, not saying much while in line.

Outside the store, we looked around, there was a coffee shop nearby, with an outdoor patio, so we strolled there. On the way, we introduced ourselves, what part of town we lived in, small talk as we bought our drinks, tea for both, it turned out. We found seating well away from anyone else, a low wall around the side of the building, and continued our game.

“So,” she said, “tell me more about why silk” she slowly crossed her legs, and made a point about pulling her dress down, which, while seated, didn’t quite cover her knees. She then removed her mask, revealing lovely lips with a medium red lipstick.

After the respite of the walk and buying the drinks, my heart had suddenly erupted again, and the stirring below the belt began again!

With a slightly shaking hand, I took a slip of my tea, and placed it on the bench between us.

“Because….” I managed to say, she raised an eyebrow, to encourage me to go on. “Your skin is so lovely, it begs to be touched, and there’s nothing like the feel of silk when running the hands over a beautiful woman’s body.” I can’t believe I managed to say that, all the while looking only at her eyes!

It was her turn to blush, she averted her eyes. “I’m not beautiful”

I reached down, took her fingertips of her hand resting on her knee (did I feel a shudder?) raised them up, then bowed down until my lips grazed the backs of her fingers. “From what I see where I sit,very beautiful indeed!”

I raised myself, releasing her hand, to gaze again into her eyes, but this time I lowered my gaze, took in her loveliness slowly, allowing her to see I appreciated what I saw. As my eyes returned to hers, her eyes darted up. Heh, she had taken the opportunity to check out the growing bulge. The electricity in the air was palpable, or was it the pheromones clouding the area?

I moved the cups between us and moved until our knees were touching. My brain again was getting foggy in antici…. Pation (bonus points for those who know the reference!). I touched her knee, she covered my hand with hers, grasped it slightly. Had I gone too far, too quickly, I thought? She then uncrossed her legs, and left my hand upon her right leg.

I looked around, no one could see us! I took the liberty of slowly moving my hand up, her eyes closed. I moved my body closer, giving me more reach, then slowly caressing her leg- top, inside the thigh, using my fingers to lightly trail over her hose, I reached the top of the hose.

She shuddered, whispered “I’m getting wet.”

“Good.” I whispered back, almost a growl “You’ll get wetter.”

By now it was a given, there was no going back. I could see by her body- her legs were now slightly spread, I could see her nipples poking through, her breath was becoming ragged, My fingers ran under the top of the hose, encountering a strap. “Good girl,” I whispered again, “Very sexy.”

My fingers drifted to the inside of her legs again, she spread wider.

I looked around, yes, there were people on the patio, but no one in position to see.

I moved my fingers higher, brushed against the fabric of her panties, felt wetness. She definitely shuddered now, a rush of air from her lips as she gasped, her body pushed toward the touch.

I reached the edge of the panties, pulled them aside slowly and slowly ran the back of my fingers over her lips.

Her eyes were still closed, her body responding to my touch, her tongue ran over her lips.

Yes, she was enjoying this!

I whispered “Do you care if we are out in the open, there might be someone watching, getting aroused at the sight of you being aroused?”

“No,” she gasped, “let them watch.”

I pressed my fingers between her lips, she gasped again, pressed her hips forward, toward my fingers. I slowly pressed my middle finger inside, wet indeed! Not very well concealed by her dress, my hand rotated, the fist caused forced her legs wider, she accepted this allowing me to force my finger deeper within.

Again I looked around- no one.

So I started fucking her with my finger, curled up so it glided along the top of her vulva, pressing. She moaned, “Fuck me.”

I obliged, fucked her with my finger.

It didn’t take long, her body began spasming, losing control, she raised her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming out. Her orgasm engulfed her body, I could feel wetness oozing from her as she spasmed against me.

We sat there, for a minute, then I withdrew my finger, slowly replaced her panties, and slowly withdrew my hands from under her dress, the fingers lingering over her legs. My hand stayed alongside the inside of her knee, as she closed her other leg over my hand.

“Wow!” she said, breathlessly, “I’ve never done anything like this before!, That was great!”

I chuckled. “You think we’re done?”

TBC