Meet Sexy Cute Ch 02

Okay, he thought. Think.

He met her in a bar. Tim's bar. Tim. She knew Tim. Thank you baby deity! He turned in the direction of Tim's bar. He had to find her.

Images from last night flashed in his mind: her fucking sounds, her calling his name. How wet she got. Fuck. He was getting hard just thinking about her.

He approaches the bar and is genuinely surprised it's closed. He's forgotten it's Saturday. And 7 in the morning.

Cooper, he tells himself, keep it together. He realizes he's starving, and realized he never ate. Well, he smirked. That wasn't entirely true. He certainly enjoyed eating her. Fuck. His dick sure liked her. He readjusted as he started to get hard. Home he thinks. Shower, food, gym, Tim's bar.

He went up to his condo, stepped inside and started the shower. As he pulled his clothes off, he could smell her on his shirt. He brought the fabric to his nose. Damn. Her and sex. That was a heady combination.

Thinking of her cumming got his cock immediately hard. Cooper stepped into his shower and fisted his erection. Fuck. He was rock hard thinking about her. Godamn that tight pussy. The way she was so confident but also so fucking sweet. He stroked his dick thinking about her responsive body. How she was so wet. How she loved when he talked dirty. How it looked as he slid all the way inside her. Fuck! Cooper came all over the shower door.

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Pippi bit her lower lip. She peered over her glasses. "Do not start."

Pippi's best friend, Jan, just stared but then slowly raised her chin. "No ma'am. You are not going to sit here and tell me you had the best sex of your life, with a man that made you cum 56 bazillion different times and you did not leave your number? Much less your name?"

"It never came up. We were busy." She got a look of bliss on her face.

"Oh for fucks sake. You don't let a man who gives you a look like that across your face leave without a number. And I know you. If he got you off he was obviously talking smut. What was he calling you, if not your name?"

Pippi popped a bite of muffin in her mouth and used her hand to cover her mouth "Swe......har." she closed her eyes.

"What? " Jan questioned as she brought down her friends hand, "he called you what?"

Pippi swallowed and opened her eyes. "Sweetheart," Pippi murmered, "sometimes baby."

Jan shook her head. "Well you are just a goner now."

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Cooper grabbed a breakfast sandwich and a coffee at the corner bodega. He had decided to call Tim. That bar wouldn't open until noon. He couldn't wait.

"What?" Cooper heard Tim say, his voice dry and groggy.

"Uh hey man!" Cooper said, trying to sound nonchalant, "what's up?"

"Not me dude. Bar doesn't open until noon. Can't this wait?"

That's just it, thought Cooper. It really fucking can't.

"So, uh do you remember that girl I bought the drink for last night?"

"Yeah, man. The one you left with?"

"Uh yeah. Okay, so Tim, I'm about to sound like the biggest asshole when I ask you this. I want to acknowledge this. Please try not to judge me."

"Dude, what?"

"Who is she?""

Tim barked out a laugh.

Cooper sighed. "I know, I know. I'm an ass. A terrible person. But we ended up hanging out and she left with out me ever getting her name." And she fucking made me crazy, he thought.

"No dude. That's not why I'm laughing," Tim chuckled,"I don't know her name."

"You do. You know her. She knew you. That's how I got her to let me go with her. Because I could prove we are on the same soccer team!"

"I mean yeah, I know her. But I never had a reason to get her name. She's only been coming in for about a month."

"Tim," Cooper said calmly, "think. A credit card receipt, anything?"

"No. I'm telling you. I don't know her name. She always pays cash, or someone at the bar buys her drinks."

"That happen a lot?" Cooper asked. He thought about those guys checking out her ass. Fuck them.

"I mean, she gets drinks bought for her, yeah. Every once in a while. She's got that cute sexy vibe thing going on. I mean, I'm gay and I see the appeal. But I've never seen her leave with anyone. Ever.

And what do you mean she let you go with her? I thought she went home with YOU."

"No. She's a realtor. Her friend has a badass condo on the market and I got a private tour. We walked over from your bar."

"Well there you go, dumbass. Look up the listing. Find her name if she's an agent. How'd you pass the fucking bar?"

Tim was laughing as he hung up.

Cooper would have been pissed if Tim wasn't such a godamn genius. Look up the listing! Cooper should have thought of that. Cooper usually did think of shit like that.

This mystery girl was really fucking with his mind.

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Pippi was so pissed at herself. What was she thinking? Why, why did she just leave? She could have at least signed her name to that horrid note. "Thanks for last night?" Good lord. Talk about understatements of the year. "Thanks for last night?"Such bullshit. More like "thanks for fucking me so good that I may be ruined for other men. PS I can't stop thinking about how many times you made me cum and your big dick.

🖤 Pippi"

But fuck. What if she had signed her name and then nothing? What if she had left her number and nothing?

I mean he seemed into her. But they were naked. But what if it was just another night for him? What if he calls other girls sweetheart?

This is better, she told herself. This way if he was never interested, she never really had to knew. He'll just be her sexy fantasy.

The phone rings. Pippi answers, "Number 1 Realty. Pippi speaking. How can I help you?"

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Fuck yes. Cooper felt like pumping his fist. It's her. Her name is fucking Pippi.

"Hello? May I help you?" The voice in his ear worries.

"Yes I'm in the market for a fully furnished 2 bedroom downtown condo with a roof access."

There was a long pause.

"Did you really think I wouldn't come find you? Or that you would be hard to find?" Cooper smiled into the phone. He heard her breath suck in.

"Cooper?" she whispered.

"The very same," he murmured. "Are you biting your lower lip?"

Her hand came up to her mouth. She WAS biting her lower lip.

"No" she lied.

"I don't believe you, Pippi." He emphasizes her name. "You were. You were biting that lower lip."

Pippi felt a rush of adrenaline. This was an unexpected surprise. Why did did like the way her name sounded when he said it?

"So, um..... did you have any trouble upon leaving?" Pippi heard herself murmur, somehow managing to sound normal in this state of excitement and disbelief.

Damn, thought Cooper, she was cute trying to mask her nervousness.

"Well,.. why did you run out? And not leave a name, number, something?"

"Well, I.....um,........well, work and um....." Pippi stammered. Fuck. What was wrong with her?

"Hey....." Cooper lowered his voice, "Are you glad I tracked you down? Because I'm glad I found you."

Damn, thought Pippi. He was reminding her of all the things he said last night. She shifted in her office chair, desire heating her up.

"Look," he said, feeling his dick beginning to harden, "I think we are in the same boat."

"What?" Pippi asked,squirming a little in her chair. She actually looked around.

"I'be had a hard on since I heard your voice. I've already jerked off in the shower thinking about your pussy. And it looks like I'll have to take care of this again."

Pippi sucked in a breath. she felt her nipples pucker.

"Have you?" Cooper asked.

"Have I what?" she whispered. She felt her cheeks burn with a blush. She felt her nipples harden all the more.

"Have you touched yourself since I have? Have you gotten yourself off since last night? And if so, what did you think about? Me licking that hot pussy? How hard you came on my cock?"

"Oh God," Cooper heard her moan. "Stop. I'm at work."

"Are you in your office?"

"Yes," Pippi barely whispered.

"Anyone else there?"

"No," Pippi breathed out on a moan.

"Anyone expected in?"

"What?" she asked, a little absently. "Oh no. It's just me. Phone duty."

"What are you wearing?"

"What? Oh. Um, um a navy skirt. A white blouse."

"Panties?"

Pippi swallowed. "Pardon?" she whispered.

"Panties." Cooper repeated. "Are you wearing panties?"

He heard her breathy sigh. "No,"she admitted.

"Why not?" he asked quietly. "Why didn't you wear panties to work today, Pippi?"

Pippi closed her eyes. "I'm too.....stimulated," she admitted. "I was still.... turned on. And I put panties on but the lace.....It rubbed against me, my........well, you know. And, well.....fuck...."

"Are you wet right now?" he asked.

"Yes," she panted, as her finger began to trace her wet slit.

"Are you touching yourself?"

".Yes," she whimpers.

"I loved watching you dip your fingers into your pussy. I loved the way you tasted."

Pippi felt a rush all through her body. "Cooper.....oh.....fuck...." she hissed.

"Slide those fingers in and out. Think of how many times I made you cum last night," Cooper whispered, "I can think of a hundred different ways want to make you cum again."

Pippi dipped her middle finger in and out of her wetness,putting pressure on her clit.

"Oh! Cooper. Yes. Oh......yes........" She moaned, low and breathy.

Godamn he loved that orgasm voice of hers. Her fucking words pushed him over too, and he came again, all over his own fucking hand, where he was stokong his erection.

"Damn sweetheart," he said on an exhale. "Let me see you again. Tonight."

"I can't. I have plans. Book club," she mentions," as she wipes her fingers on Kleenex from a box on her desk.

"Pippi. No one is in a book club on a Saturday night."

"Me," she laughed, "I am. I'm a nerd."

"Okay,"'he said softly, "go to your book meeting. But tomorrow. Brunch. With me."

"Oh," she said, "I can't. I'm brunching with my mom."

"No," he moaned," I can't catch a break. I want to see you."

"Um, scrimmage?" she suggested. "The soccer thing? I could come?"

Hell yes you can, he thought.

"You'd want to? " he asked, pleased. "Really? That's be great! 2:00 game. At the feilds near the bridge."

"I know where to go. So I'll see you there?"

"I sure hope so."