A pair of feet meandered across the courtyard of a dimly lit commercial complex and soon found themselves halted at the entrance of a locally owned coffee shop. It was four past nine on a Friday night and these feet were already aching to retire for a long weekend. The sign on the door read, "Closed."
The barrister, a true picture of athleticism and scholarship, quickened his amble in sight of the gorgeous woman outside his shop. Once he picked up a menu, he strolled over to the door. "I'm sorry! We're open, ma'am. Just one second."
"Thank you," replied a soft voice as the welcoming gentlemen opened the door. "The sign said you were closed!"
"Well, you're our last customer of the evening," her rescuer beamed. "So what can I get for you?"
"Umm, well, first I'd really like to sit down," the new patron replied nervously, glancing down at her long, slender limbs. She was, in fact, exhausted.
"Oh, of course!" blushed the young man. "Right this way." Once she was seated at a table a hat's drop away from his counter, he asked, "What can I get you this evening?"
"What do you recommend?" she rasped while fidgeting with her purse.
"For you? Let me think."
Something sweet for the lady, he thought.
"How about a Raspberry Chai Latte?"
"Sounds nice," she grinned. "May I have that chilled?" she inquired as she loosened her shirt to reveal more of her voluptuous breast.
"Of course." It was hot outside and getting hotter inside every moment she opened those tender lips to speak. "Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.
Surprised by the forwardness of the request, she hesitated.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ...."
"No, it's okay," she offered as he began preparing the drinks. He smiled.
Neither of them knew what to say next. It was if they were both caught in a daze. When the drinks were prepared, he brought them out. He sat hers on the table and stood - drink in hand - waiting for his invitation, convinced she would change her mind.
She laughed. There was this beyond handsome man waiting, at her beckon, complete with the dorkiest grin she had ever seen in her life. He sort of reminded her of the geek who had a crush on her in the sixth grade. But what a sight he was! This fellow was certainly no Bill Gates, Jr. She stared into his pretty green eyes welcomingly. "Sit down!"
He sat down. "Thank you," he smiled, his mouthful of pearly whites shining.
"And what may be your name?" she asked.
He swallowed hard. "I'm Liam, and you?"
"Rayanne."
"Hi," chuckled Liam.
"Hi!"
"Soooo .... " he sighed.
#
Rayanne sat patiently with her straw poised between her delicate lips, carefully taking deep, pleasurable sips as the strapping young man in a muscle t-shirt scrambled to finish his sentence.
"Soooo," Liam paused, "Is this your first time here? I've never seen you come in on my shift before."
"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm sort of passing through town on a visit. My family used to live here when I was a kid, but
this
is new."
"Really?" he asked, interested. "I've lived here all my life, but I'm thinking of moving. I graduate from college in May and I already have a job offer in Chicago."
"Chicago?" she asked, somewhat disappointed. "A little far, isn't it? I live about seventy miles north of here on the other side of the river. It's a small town. You probably never heard of it ...."
"Well, hey, I like small towns. After all, look around. We're in one right now." he pointed out. "So where are you staying tonight?"
"Hotel. Two blocks from here on Main St. It's a Best Western, I think. I don't know. My friend made the reservations and handed me the directions in a hurry. She apparently has plans for this evening, which, believe me, I did not know."
"Damn. That sucks," he offered sympathetically. "So she just blew you off like that last moment?"
"Not exactly. She knew I was coming, but I didn't specifically say if it was going to be this weekend or next, and she got mixed up and made other plans. So, here I am."
Liam wanted to ask her to stay at his place, but he was finding it hard to work up the nerve. Perhaps it was time for her to come to his rescue. "So, you're going to be staying at the Best Western tonight. I hear it's pretty nice there."
"Well, I am unless you have a better suggestion," she caught on flirtatiously and quickly downed the rest of her drink with one quick and eager slurp, the sucking noise becoming quite loud as she got to the very bottom of her glass.
He chuckled and smiled. "You can stay at my place, if you'd like. I don't mind sleeping on the couch."
#
After the two finished their drinks, Liam closed up shop and they both got into his car sped away to his apartment.
A dog barked heavily at their arrival. "Trey, shut the f*ck up! Or I'll have to wrestle it out of ya, you mangy ass," he barked back. "Sorry about that. He's a little neurotic when it comes to new people." The door opened and out rushed a long haired Golden Retriever.
"Kind of like his daddy, huh?" she teased.
"Hey!" he pouted. "No fair." They locked eyes for a brief moment, and every fiber in his being told him to kiss her, but he hesitantly resisted, not sure if he should or not. Clearly noticing this, she returned his pout.
They walked inside, and Liam closed the door. "The bathroom's down the hallway to the left. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be in the bedroom - straight across - straightening up." He rushed passed her and slammed the door behind. As he did so, he momentarily brushed his hard body against her frame. It took all the composure she could muster not to squirm.
Rayanne sighed and walked, a little flushed, into the bathroom. She had to pee very badly, so first things first, she took a seat on the thrown. When she pulled down her pants she could see and smell her womanly fluids, and this aroused her even more. She relieved herself right away and quickly drew her hand between her thighs towards her nether regions where she aimed to run copious amounts of her own goo through her fingers while she to progressed to please herself. No sooner did her hand meet warm flesh then did a steady rap on the door interrupt.
"You left your bag in the hallway," sounded a deep voice. It was Liam, his ample cock hardening from the mere curiosity of what lied beyond the door. It took all his effort to divert his thoughts from his member and its longing to explore his new friend, in depth.
Oh, shit, she thought.
"Leave it there. I'll be right out to get it." With that, she wiped her privates and zipped up her pants. She could feel her heart racing. If she didn't get some pleasure soon, she would surely explode.
She dutifully acquired her bag and took it into the bathroom with her. Closing the door, she started to undress. First to come off was her top, then her pants, and finally her bra, which revealed her beautifully perky breasts. Her panties came off last. She slid them off slowly, peeling away the sticky crotch from her pubic hair.
At last her naked reflection greeted her in the mirror. Her soft, tan skin was flawless from head to toe. Her taut little tummy, a picture of perfection, would seem to the passerby to say, "come hither." Her supple breasts heaved with sexual desire, and her small but firm nipples were clearly at attention.
Rayanne washed her face, gingerly pressing her fingers over its exquisite form. A pair of marvelous brilliant blue eyes briefly focused on each other in the mirror, as she whisked a strand of long dark hair out their way. It had been way too long since she had experienced real pleasure, and she was hungry for it.
#
Meanwhile, Liam finished making the bed and tidying up his room for Rayanne. He thought of how super sweet she was and how much he would love to keep company like that on a regular basis. She appeared to be everything he always wanted in a woman. It wasn't just sexual - at least he didn't think so.
Trying very much to be a gentlemen, he ignored his erection and did his best to minimize it. Playing with Trey ought to help so that's what he did, and eventually it subsided. But that could not prepare him for what happened next.
"MMmmmmm......."
Was that moaning he heard?
Okay, this was too much. He had to go investigate, now.
"Rayanne?" he knocked on the door.
"Yes?" she answered, sounding flustered.
"Is everything alright?"