Easy Cake
I was his Marie Antoinette, his frivolous french queen. He was the starved count of my seduction.
The similarity was uncanny. We were both stuck in committed marriages.
We stayed out of duty. Both coupled as young teenagers, paired together for politics, and religious reasons.
I was so bored. I poured my attention into games and entertainment. Sexually debilitated since my mate was unable to consummate our relationship. Half out of spite, the other half because of his broken penis.
These were the events that led me to stray into the arms of another.
Jane,
Meet me in our spot
2pm in the parking lot
Go in and order coffee for two
Sit in the booth with the vest view
Wait for me with no underwear
Wear a short skirt so I can stare
At what I dream of fucking every night
Today i will feel you around me,
warm and tight
I respond immediately,
Yes Sir,
I've been fully debriefed.
And am in route to you
I will see you
And you will see me
Feel the best of me
soon.
I hit send and smirked at my double entendre. Butterflies filled my belly as I headed out the door.
I found myself on the road again.
I meet him at the cross road of nothing ventured and everything to gain.
So I traveled 2 hours with no underwear on to stain.
I concentrated on contracting my kegel muscles. I strained with intensity the closer I got to drown out the anticipation.
I smiled knowing I awaited his complete and utter decimation.
I pulled into the Starbucks on Fremont Pike.
I parked my car on the outskirts of the parking lot, just like before.
I checked my face In the mirror, put on a little lip gloss.
I opened my legs to sample my wetness
With my right hand, I brushed my three fingers across my pussy. My index and ring finger went to the outskirts while my middle finger sank into my opening.
I rubbed a little bit of my scent behind my ears and on my erogenous zones. I sanitized my hands, perked up the girls, grabbed my purse, and swiftly headed for the entrance.
I ordered two large coffees. One with cream and nothing else, the other with cream and a touch of sweetness for me.
I headed to the table with a great bird eye view of my legs under the table.
I heard the bells on the door and peered up from my phone. I saw a man in all black and a motorcycle helmet walk up to the counter. He took off his helmet and I realized it was him. My sexy pen pal was all suited up in motorcycle gear.
He ordered a pastry of some sort and leaned in and whispered something to the barista. She laughed mischievously and grabbed the sweet treat from the display case and placed it on a plate. He handed her a 50 and he told her to keep the change. She said in her best bubbly voice "oh, thank you very much sir"
He turned towards me as I shifted in my seat. I opened my legs enough to see up my skirt. He took his time, walked slowly with his helmet in one hand, sweet pastry on a plate in the other. His eyes on my prize........
He stood in front of the table with his cock at my eye height. He set his helmet on one of the chairs and then the pastry on the table.