Friends With Beanifits

"Welcome in!"

I smiled, but I was thinking "who on earth decided that was a good way to greet customers? It just sounds wrong, unless that's the name of your hotel. What about 'welcome to Espressotopia?' French Pressure? Friends with Beanifits?'

"Sir?"

"Oh, sorry. Lost in thought" I said with a smile.

"And what can we get the philosopher today?" She was a pretty little Latina. I didn't have to look at her name tag to know her name was Adriana. I'd been coming here a lot since I retired.

"Oh, the usual I guess --" We said it together "large medium roast with a tiny bit of hazelnut syrup." I laughed. Clearly I'd fallen into a routine. The smile she gave me with my receipt said that routines aren't all bad.

Sheesh, when I had I last seen a smile like that? I remember, it was when Kathryn had introduced me to our new pool girl. That particular introduction had taken a bit over three hours. And it was a bit over twenty years ago, I realized sadly. That had been a darned good birthday. Fucking great birthday. No way would next week's be nearly as good. I found a table and sat down, opening the book I'd brought. Retiring a bit early was great, but it introduced one big problem. Work had been a very valuable distraction from the nut-wrenching horniness I had been coping with for years. A friend had mentioned how relaxing it was to be older and not feel the need to chase skirts all the time, and I'd nearly punched him. I must have hid my feelings well, because he didn't stop hanging out with me -- or flinch -- but I knew I needed to do something.

So gym three times a week, and coffee on Tuesdays and Thursdays had become my answer. I was feeling better than I had in years. That felt great, but a healthy body meant more sex drive. I was starting to go a bit crazy. Er.

"Large with hazelnut? Hello?"

I got up and went up to the pickup counter. Adriana was waiting with my coffee, and an even bigger smile. Whatever was making her smile like that, I was in favor of it. The Led Zeppelin line "trade a smile with someone who's blue" popped into my head. I gave as good as I got, flashing my average guy smile at her dazzling grin. She practically skipped away, back to the cash register.

I took my coffee back to my table and got back into my book. I was studying up. I wanted to refresh myself before I started teaching that fall. I'd gotten accepted at the local community college, teaching chemistry. Part time at first, we'd see how it goes.

I was almost done with my coffee. I had been studying for a while, remembering old projects that were connected to specific topics in the book when I realized that Adriana was putting a lot of work in cleaning the next table over. A LOT of work. When she stood up, she seemed taller than I thought she was. Then she leaned way over again, like she was trying to wipe down a chair from this side of the table. Not that I was complaining. At all. Her skirt was long and professional for the setting, until she leaned that far over. An ankle length burlap sack wouldn't have hidden that shapely little ass, I thought to myself. But there was something odd going on.

Holy shit, I had a boner that was threatening to tip my table over. That hadn't happened in a while, in public at least. Was it -- my eyes drifted back up to where Adriana had been cleaning the table, and I froze.

She was standing up, facing me, and staring at my lap. Oh shit. Shit shit shit and let's all say it together, shit.

"Mr. Anderson" she paused, and I swear I held my breath.... "will you come with me please?"

I looked around, checking for I don't know what, and when I looked back she was reaching for my hand. The look on her face was difficult to read. So was the position of my coffee cup, apparently, because she knocked it over. Thankfully the lid was still on the cup, so it wasn't too much of the remainder that splashed out of the little oval orifice. But it got on my pants. At least it wasn't right on the tent.

"Come with me" she said firmly, and whipped the towel off her arm. I supposed she intended it for the stain, but I was going to use it to try and disguise the tent in my pants. If I'd had any reservations about following her, the wet stain erased them.

I got up and followed her. I did my best to make good use of the towel. Fortunately there was only one other customer. The morning rush was over. I followed her, my eyes down, because that makes you invisible right?

Well, her black high heels were not invisible, I can tell you that. I blinked and my jaw dropped. Not only was she wearing glossy black high heels, I thought I saw fishnets! She reached back and grabbed my hand. To my surprise, she pulled me right past the bathrooms. What the hell was going on here?

She pulled me into a door I'd never noticed, and locked it behind us. We were in an office, a little more spacious than I'd have expected. It even had a couch. She pushed me backwards and I found myself sitting on the couch.

"This is a workplace -- you know that, right?" Where the hell was this going?

"You might be enjoying yourself, but we can't leave. We have to hang around and keep working even if you're flaunting that big boner --" she ran her fingertip between my pecs -- "Mister Anderson."

"Listen, I don't know what you're talking about!" I began my futile protest. She cut me off before I could babble any more nonsense.

"Oh, yes you do Mister Anderson. I'm talking about that big --" she tapped the top of my boner though my pants "- fat --" another tap "boner."

"Adriana, I --"

"Aw, you remember my name. That's really sweet" she said. "Just listen to me for a minute, okay Mister Anderson? Okay?"

"Okay. What?"

She turned around and pulled down the skirt. Her delectable ass was indeed accentuated by fishnet pantyhose. These were the ones that were sort of panty hose, sort of garter belt, so thin strips arced over her cheeks. Her hips and the all important zone between her shapely thighs were bare. She stepped out of the pile of skirt, giving me a good look at her pussy in the process. She was waxed and smooth and shiny from her needs.

She turned around and pulled her top over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. She might need one at some point, but that day she did not. Her modest but firm breasts bounced a little as she revealed them. Then she leaned over and kissed me. At this point I was too shocked to kiss back. Then her hand grabbed my erection, and began tugging at my belt. I realized I was not in trouble. Well, maybe with Kathryn, but that was a problem for later.

Right now, a gorgeous Latina woman had her hand on my bare dick. Wow, she was fast with a belt and pants! She was stroking me as she leaned forward and rubbed her breasts in my face. She smelled fresh and clean, but the aroma of her arousal was starting to fill the room. Whatever resistance I had left dissolved as that aroma shot from my nose to my brain.

"Promise you won't tell my boyfriend? I've wanted to do this since you first walked in. When you came again I had to come back here and rub myself off. Do you know how many orgasms you've given me?"

She had been rubbing her breasts against me as she told me all of this. I caught a nipple in my mouth, and she moaned. I sucked it like I was trying to get milkshake through a coffee stirrer. She kept stroking me, and I reached between her legs. She was so wet my fingers slipped right through her folds. Until they got to her opening, that is. She was so tight I had to start with just one finger. If she had a boyfriend, he must have been out of town for the last month. I stroked in and out of her with my finger, continuing to suck on her nipple.

"Give me anther" she panted. I pulled my finger out and licked it. Before I could get a second finger wet, she pulled my hand to her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the flavor of her body before pulling a second finger into her mouth. When both of them were dripping she released my hand. I put it right back to work. Her breathing was ragged as I forced both fingers into her tight pussy. I switched breasts and sucked the neglected nipple. She fell against me. She'd stopped supporting herself with the other arm -- the one that wasn't busy working on my manhood. She was pinching the nipple I'd released. Her body was pressed against me, but she was too slender for that to be anything but a pleasure. She was twisting and pulling the other nipple, so I tried using my teeth on the nipple I was sucking.

She hissed and began stroking me faster. I tried to push a third finger in. She release a quiet, desperate cry and shifted her body. She was straddling me. The stroking hand became a guidance system, and it was a good one. I felt my knob part her lips. I felt her wetness coat my tip, and then she was pushing down. Fuck that little snatch was tight. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down. After some grunting and wiggling I was mostly inside her. She bounced a few times, and then pulled herself off of me. I was on about the third, maybe fourth stage of grief (I wasn't taking notes) when she dropped to her knees.

At that moment, I noticed her eyelashes. If they were fake, they were the best I'd ever seen. But they were amazing. They were thick, and long, and she was looking up through them as her lips reached for my purple tip.

"I never thought I'd get to taste myself on this dick" she said, almost to herself. Then her tongue traced the rim of my bell. And then she dove. As difficult as it had been to penetrate her pussy, it was that easy to reach the back of her throat. She gulped, and then she was bobbing. This little caramel-skinned vixen was kneeling in front of me, bobbing her head and working whatever wasn't in her mouth with both eager hands. I hadn't felt pleasure like that in years. She was hungry, eager, and tireless. She took one hand away and stroked my balls.

I grabbed her other hand and pulled it up to me. I licked and kissed the inside of her wrist, desperate to give back some tiny fraction of the pleasure she was giving me. She must have liked it; I felt her other hand leave my sack. I guessed she was giving her pussy some attention. She shuffled forward, letting her torso sit more upright. That made it easier for her. She must have felt like a string on a double bass with me holding her wrist so high above her. She was in a much more balanced position, but it meant no more deep throating. I decided I could live with that. The fact that it meant more attention from her tongue on a particularly wonderful spot might possibly have influenced my altruism.

My head rolled to the side, and I noticed a pillow. I pulled it over to us and offered it to Adriana. She pulled back and said "such a gentleman!" She put it under her knees and demonstrated her appreciation in very sensuous fashion. She sucked and licked my balls, then worked her tongue up my shaft and got back to work. I ran my fingers through her hair, and she moaned. That sent wonderful shivers through my rigid tool, and also signaled her approval of feeling my hands on her head. I stroked her hair as her lips ran up and down my phallus. She was back at work between her legs with one hand, but the other reached up, grabbed my hand, and forced it into a fist around a handful of hair.

I got the hint. I took two fistfuls and held her. Those amazing eyelashes fluttered in pleasure, then her eyes stared up at me, blazing with challenge.

"Do you have what it takes to control me?" her eyes said.

I held her head and began to thrust with my hips. She gagged a couple of times, but the arm reaching between her legs moved even faster. She tried to stroke my balls, but she couldn't really do that well, so she began teasing her nipples as I made love to her mouth.

"I'm not going to last much longer, beautiful!" I warned her.

"Mmmm" was her only reply. Well, that and trying to force me deeper into her despite the grip on my hair. License issued.

My legs flexed, shot straight out on either side of her. I'd slid down on the couch, and my whole body was one rigid plank of tension. Thank you, gym time! I gasped, bucked, and I was flooding her mouth. My cock flex with every jet of semen. She fed on my body, gulping and swallowing to at least stay in the race between my ability to cum and her ability to take it in. And then her eyes closed and she quivered around my still spurting manhood.

I released her hair and sagged into the couch. She held me in her mouth as long as she could. Then she sat straight up, staring at me from under those spellbinding lashes. A little dribble slowly crept down the flawless skin at the side of her mouth. She licked at it with her tongue, then gathered what she couldn't reach with a fingertip.

Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she dabbed the white little drop on one nipple, then the other, then put the finger to her tongue. She swirled her tongue around the tip of her finger like it was my bell head created in miniature. Holy shit, was this little thing an artist.

I dropped sideways on the couch. She crawled on top of me and started pulling at my shirt. I guessed we weren't done, and cooperated. Soon I was completely naked. I'd lost my pants at some distracted moment earlier in the process. She was still in her fishnets and heels. She straddled me, running her fingers over my chest. I briefly wished I'd gotten in a few more workouts. I'd had enough to lift her up and set her on my mouth, though!

Not literally, I mean come on now, but close. She wasn't exactly fighting me either. She gasped as my tongue ran between her lips. I was immersed in the intoxicating natural perfume of her lust. In other words, I was blissed out. She was hesitant at first, but that didn't last long. She realized I was enjoying this at least as much as she was, and soon she was riding my face like a bull in a country bar. It was fantastic; she leaned forward, putting her clit right on my tongue. I grabbed those amazing ass cheeks and devoured her, exploring every fold and valley, always returning to the peak of her pleasure to keep her panting and squirming.

After a while the tone of her whimpers began to change when I left her clit. I got the hint and focused right there. Her gasps grew in intensity, her breasts heaved and then she orgasmed. She grabbed my shoulders and rode out the waves. I ran my hands up and down her back, caressing her as she shook. She did her best to muffle her cries, but if anyone had been listening at the door there was no doubt that this wasn't a job interview. Not a remotely ethical one, anyway.

She sat back, driving the breath from my lungs. I mean, she was a very petite little woman, but still, 95 pounds on your chest will get your attention. Mine certainly hadn't wandered.

And my boner hadn't deflated. Not at all. This was amazing. She reached back, and a big smile spread across her face. She skooched back and I felt myself rest against her cheeks. She lifted herself up, reached back and aimed. I thought about trying to enter her the first time, and took a deep breath.

She slammed herself down. She had worked on herself with her fingers, so it wasn't quite as difficult as before, but we both groaned as I filled her, and her body stretched. She fell forward onto me, and we grasped each other, breathing deeply in perfect rhythm. And then she finished the job, pressing down to get the last delicious inch of penetration. She held me there. Or rather, I failed to exert the energy it would have taken to pull out of her. That's the kind of grip her body had on me. She grunted and wiggled, and then began to rock back and forth.

The way her nippled rubbed across my chest hair was exquisite, but it was nothing compared to what her pussy was doing to my rod. I swear I was seeing stars. She looked down at me with one of those "yeah, I'm rocking your world" grins and worked her hips. Sweet mustang Sally was she great. I let her do all the work for a while, and that smug, sexy grin faded. A look of deep satisfaction replaced it as she lost herself in our mating. When her vagina was really getting used to me, I decided it was time to take charge. I swung up and sat on the couch while she continued riding me. Then I leaned forward, grabbed her legs and picked her up. I'd already worked up to squatting twice what she weighed, so it wasn't even that difficult. Shut up, I was plenty warmed up. Don't give me that.

I was giving her something, though, and she was loving it. She clung to me. I took a few steps and rested her ass on her desk -- someone's desk, I didn't check the name plate -- and gave her a few thrusts. I was moving her backwards as much as I was penetrating her though, so I picked her up again and we returned to the couch.

This time I was on top. And I was in it to win it. And by "win it" I mean make up for years of all too infrequent passion. I had Adriana folded in half and I was pounding. After a bit I had to tone it down; the whole couch was shifting, and it was making too much noise. Adriana was wide eyed, holding her finger to her lips in the 'hush' symbol, but clearly loving everything I was doing with her. In her. DEEP in her.

I let go of her legs, and she locked her ankles behind me. Fuck, I love that. It changed the angle just enough that I could thrust just as hard without sending the couch on walkabout. She smiled up at me, using the grip of her ankles to lift her hips. That opened her thighs even more, and I felt her body take me even deeper.

I leaned down and kissed her. I swear I felt those eyelashes sweep my face as she closed her eyes and kissed me back. She was still tight as hell but her body had adapted. The amazing wetness helped. I was pounding into her, then slowing for some shallow, sharp thrusts, then pounding again. Then I got as deep as I could and gave short little pumps. I kept changing it up for a while, then got back to basic. Long, hard, deep thrusts. She grabbed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and orgasmed underneath me. I rode it out, thrusting through her orgasm, until she clasped her quivering body to me. I drove deep and held myself there until her orgasm released her.

"Fuck, you're amazing" she whispered.

"You make me feel amazing" I quietly answered back. She squirmed. She wanted a change. I sat up, she rolled over, and presented herself to me. She was on her hands and knees, like she was nestled in an egg. Her ass rose, offering her pussy to me again. I grabbed her hips and began the final dash.

I couldn't believe how long I'd lasted. Maybe it was the oral orgasm, maybe it was the silver lining to the long, loooong dry spell, but I felt like I'd shown stamina anyone would be proud of. But now it was time to do what we were made to do. I pumped, holding nothing back. The couch was up against the wall by now, so we were making some noise but a lot less than before. Good thing, because I. Did. Not. Care. There was a beautiful woman in front of me who'd earned the best load I could give her.

And it was fantastic. I was lost in the sensation of penetrating her. I was a cock, I existed to fill her and withdraw, fill her and withdraw. And then I filled her with sperm. My spine moved in waves as the eruptions poured out of me. My body thrashed on top of her. I surged, I swelled, and she purred out her gratitude. I hoped like hell she was on the pill but I just had to risk it. Orgasming inside a wet, bare, pussy was far too intense even if it hadn't been too late. I surged inside her, feeling her get even wetter as I pumped inside the orifice that had barely been able to accept me not long ago.

My orgasm ended, and I held myself inside her. I didn't want this to end. Adriana sighed. "You are fantastic. Wow. We've wasted weeks -- months? Holy shit, you're a fucking machine!"

"Baby, you are -- I'm -- whew, this has been amazing."