We met at Starbucks, because how can you get any more generic than that. I nervously sipped at my latte while you slurped a strawberries 'n' cream frappucino out of a giant green straw. We chatted about the weather and books and recently viewed movies... you know. Generic first date bullshit. I picked at the thread coming loose in the hem of my flowered skirt while you told me about your dog, wondering if this was going to be the extent of things. After so many hot and heavy emails, you kinda had me expecting fireworks.
My mind had wandered to whether I wanted to watch Game of Thrones or True Blood later on when you uncrossed your leg, straightened to your full height, and leaned over the tiny table to look me intently in the eyes.
"You're going to follow me to the men's room in a few minutes and suck my cock."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
A few heartbeats passed between us as you stared me down, waiting for a response. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until it all came out in one big, breathy, "Yes."
You finished the last dregs of whipped cream and frozen slush in your cup then pushed the chair away from the table with a screech, unfolding all six foot plus of your imposing frame as you stood. I watched you walk around the corner and disappear into the hallway where the bathrooms were.
The minutes ticked by painfully slow. I counted three of them, anxiously assessing the other patrons and staff while I waited. It wasn't very busy inside, but the two baristas seemed fairly occupied despite a lack of steady customer flow. When minute three ended, I stood up and ran a shaking hand through my hair before walking as purposefully as I could in the direction you had gone.
The door labeled "men" was the last of three. I tried the handle. Locked. Tentatively, I knocked. The door opened a crack and I could see one stern blue eye peek through. You pulled open the door just enough for me to squeeze through, and I did, entering the (oh, thank god) relatively clean restroom. I blinked under the fluorescent light and heard the click of the door being locked behind me.
Before I could turn around, your hand was tangled in my hair and I felt myself being roughly forced to the ground.
"On your knees."
My bare legs connected with the public bathroom floor, and I cringed slightly at the thought of how gross it probably was. You stepped in front of me, my eyes now level with your jeans-clad groin and I watched your fingers slowly undo the brass button, slide down the zipper. I glanced up at you and felt a tiny lightning bolt of desire shoot from my brain down to my core. The look on your face was brimming with lust.
"Eyes closed, mouth open."
I obeyed, gripping the hem of my skirt in my hands for want of something to hold onto. I listened to the sounds around me as I waited for my reward. The noisy bathroom fan that I hoped would muffle any potential sounds from the people outside. Your clothes rustling as you freed your cock from its confines. My heart beating a steady yet frantic rhythm in my chest. I extended my tongue out just a little further, squirming with anticipation.
Finally, softly, the velvety smoothness of your cock head fell heavily upon my tongue. I instinctively wrapped my lips around the tip of your cock and drew you in, stretching my mouth wider to accommodate your rather impressive girth. Goddamn, I thought. I ached to open my eyes and take in the vision of you, but I didn't dare until I was told I could.
Your hand returned to tangle in my hair, and I moaned as you squeezed and pulled firmly. The other hand gripped the base of my throat and applied gentle pressure, causing me to gasp around my mouthful. I could feel my body start to respond to the stimulation - my nipples tightening and hardening against the fabric of my bra, that shiver of desire spreading out from my center, becoming a dull, warm throb.
Slowly, you guided my head to take in more and more of your thick cock. My eyes watered when you hit the back of my throat and I steeled my stomach against the inevitable gag reflex. As if sensing I'd reached my limit, you tipped my chin back a little and pushed yourself just a bit further, your cock head sliding gently into my throat. I breathed in and out, steadily as I could, through my nose.
"Open your eyes."
I wasn't surprised to see a good few inches remaining to be swallowed. Pity I was never good at deep throating. I'd told you just as much during our email exchanges. Looking up into your face, I searched for some sign of pleasure but saw only stone. I moved my tongue just a bit and felt you twitch. My hands reached up instinctively and gripped the remaining length of your shaft, the other cradling your balls.
"Suck it, pretty girl."
I drew my head back, feeling you dislodge from my throat, and lapped at the underside of your cock as I pulled up on the shaft to wrap my lips firmly around your head again. Your second hand gripped a fistful of hair and you began guiding my head up and down around your cock. I moved both of my hands to grip your hips and opened my throat as much as possible, lifting up just slightly for a better angle that would allow your cock easier, smoother access.
Your gentle guidance as I fucked your cock with my mouth soon turned to harder force, I felt the tip of your cock hit the back of my throat over and over, my mouth filling with saliva that dripped down onto the floor and coated your skin so it was slick and wet.
