I was an 18-year-old virgin when I met Spencer. I worked in a coffee shop in the centre of town and I often noticed him in there. He was tall, about 6ft with big chocolate brown eyes, cropped dark blonde honey coloured hair and a smile that would make the most devoted of lesbians rethink their sexual orientation.
I noticed that he came in regularly mostly Saturdays and Sundays. I asked Ella, who also worked there, but full time, if he came in any other time. She replied that he never came in during the week. She smiled at me, raising a dark brown eyebrow. She always knew when I was interested in a man.
Finally he came up to the counter, as soon as I asked what he wanted our eyes locked and I felt a shoot of electricity surge through my body to the tips of my toes. My pussy clenched and I felt myself becoming more wet, just by looking into those eyes! He ordered a cup of coffee and when he uttered the word 'Please' my nipples pinged erect. I watched his firm behind walk back to his table where he sat alone reading a magazine. I desperately wanted to reach down and rub my clit into a painful orgasm, I had never been so wet in my life, but I refrained, giving my nipple a gentle tweak as I adjusted my nametag.
As I walked over towards him with his coffee he looked up and me and I knew he was watching my tits, jiggle inside their black satin cups. I smiled as I set down the cup, giving him a good view down my shirt. My tits ached, the creamy mounds with erect pink nipples, that past boyfriends said were so chewable, spilled out of my bra. I looked up into his eyes and he asked me if I wanted to go out sometime. I breathlessly said yes.
So it went on, we met a few times, saw a movie and got to know one another. Pretty soon I realised I wanted him to make me scream with pleasure, and I had a plan...