Thomas was disgruntled to say the least. His sex life wasn't the greatest in the world. He had watched lots of porn flicks and saw so many things he wanted to try, but he could never get his girlfriend Kate to experiment. He couldn't believe what a prude she was. All he wanted to do was spice up their love life a little and she wouldn't play ball.
Kate was stunning to look at though. She had a figure that just wouldn't quit and long black hair. When she rode him, she would swish her hair across her ass so she could get more out of him. She seemed satisfied with the way things were, but Thomas still wished she were a little wilder. He would fantasize about taking her forcefully from behind, thrusting his rock hard manhood in her like a jack hammer. Her face would contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She would scream and cuss and encourage him to go harder as she rabidly tore at her plump and perky breasts with her right hand. Her left hand would firmly grip the arm of the couch as she bent over to get the full feel. When Thomas was ready to cum, she would stand straight up and hunker down on his throbbing mass grinding her ass on his crotch so Thomas would feel the exhilarating pain of having his dick bent backwards. He would cry out as he released inside her, making her gush and convulse in orgasm. Then she would whip around and lick his member clean so that he didn't have to wash it. That was only the beginning of his torrid and depraved fantasy.
But she wouldn't even do that, let alone anything else. Thomas couldn't even get her to give him a blow job, and it wasn't for his lack of trying. He had even tried to push her head down there a time or two. That just gained him a slap to the face and a kick to the groin. He had often thought about dumping her and finding someone with a real wild streak, but alas, he loved her. She had always been there for him and she was the one he wanted to marry.
As he sat in the empty coffee house, drinking his triple latte, he daydreamed of watching Kate locked in a '69' position with some wanton slut they had picked up at the bar.
"Can I help you with that?" a sultry voice called. Thomas zoned back in on a beautiful blonde woman sitting across from him.
"What?" was all he could get out of his mouth. The lady smiled and pointed to his coffee.
"Your coffee, do you need some help with it? You haven't touched it in like ten minutes. It's going to get cold."
Thomas looked down at his, now cold, quarter cup of latte. He had to admit he wasn't very thirsty, but he decided to play it cool.
"I like it cold, it wakes me up." He curled his mouth into a sly grin and winked at the stranger sitting across from him. He didn't know why, but every time he looked at her he got that familiar burning sensation in his jeans.
"Well you could definitely use that, you were almost drooling on yourself." The lady leaned across the table as she spoke, giving Thomas a full view of the top of her ample breasts. The leather corset she was wearing pushed them together hard enough that Thomas figured he couldn't even get an atom between them.
"I'm Sasha, what's your name?"
Thomas caught himself staring at her cleavage and blushed as he leaned back. Sasha smiled knowing full well what he had been looking at.
"Thomas, Thomas Fry," Thomas blurted out, wincing as he talked. He didn't try to sound so corny, but the whole James Bond thing was more of a natural reflex than anything else.
"Well, Thomas, what were you thinking so fondly of earlier?"
Thomas looked around nervously, he had hoped he hadn't sported wood while fantasizing, but sometimes he couldn't help it. His imagination had taken on a life of its own.
"Nothing, just thinking about my girlfriend." Thomas put stress on the "girlfriend" part, he wasn't about to cheat on Kate, and he wanted Sasha to know that.
"A girlfriend, huh, serious?" Sasha said as she leaned further across the table. Her breath smelled like mint, and the rest of her smelled of strawberries.
"I would never do anything to hurt her, if that's what you mean..." Thomas leaned back ready to leave his seat if she got any closer.
Sasha frowned as she spoke, "I doubt that. I think you just want her to enjoy it when you do hurt her." Thomas scowled at the lady as she encroached on his personal space.
"Look lady, you don't even know me, and you are getting a little too close for comfort here. Why don't you man-bash some other poor sucker. One that can't see that you're a slut." Thomas' remark came as he stood up from the table. He turned and started towards the door of the coffee bar. He didn't have to take this crap from anyone.
"I can help you, that is, if you want me to." Out of the corner of his eye, Thomas caught Sasha's profile as she leaned across the table. She wiggled her crossed legs so that her perfect ass jiggled in her black leather pants. She was looking down and letting her hair cascade around her face. Her curly blonde locks almost glowed, even in the low light of the coffee bar.
"Well, I doubt you can, you don't even know what my problem is," Thomas turned back towards her and put his smuggest face on. The girl just didn't know when to stop.
"Sure I do, your girlfriend, Kate? She won't do any kinky stuff. You aren't satisfied with your sex life and you want her to be wilder."
