Sahara once again walked down Michigan Avenue, going much farther than she needed to on her way to the bus stop. The street construction had long ago been completed, and she didn't have to walk as far anymore, but she did it anyway. She told herself it was because of the exercise, but she knew better. She was hoping to see him again. The boy at the coffee shop. Ever since that night when he'd inspired her to wear out her rabbit vibrator, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Almost nightly she passed that café, hoping to get one more glance of him, but with no luck. She never saw him again.
She slowed her pace as she neared the café, unconciously crossing her fingers. She didn't know why she wanted to see him again so badly, she knew she'd never have the nerve to say anything to him. It had been so long since anyone had inspired this feeling within her, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She'd masturbated to him constantly since that night. He crept into her dreams and she even found herself daydreaming at work and in her classes. She'd gotten so into her routines, she'd never really thought about romance. That was until he appeared. He'd looked so hopeful, so wistful, it inspired the same within her. And now he was gone.
She stopped just before stepping in front of the picture window, catching her breath and uncrossing her fingers. What if he was there? Then what? Would she finally follow through on her fantasies? She laughed to herself, knowing it would never happen. With this thought she stepped in front of the window, and once again was disappointed. She stared at the rows of bookshelves behind the random tables of people sipping coffee, talking animatedly to each other, or quietly reading a book. She didn't see any of them, however, she was too busy thinking about what she was missing. Once again, he'd eluded her. It had been months since that night, why couldn't she let him go?
Sighing to herself, she shrugged her shoulders, turning to the door of the café and going inside before she could stop herself. She waundered to the booth were the boy had been sitting and settled in, her eyes drifting out the window and up to the sky. The moon hung there, full and calm, as if it had been waiting for her. She smiled to herself, remembering his expression once again. He'd been looking up as if there were an answer there to an unasked question, something to fill the sadness in his face and make it go away. Sahara's expression soon matched his as she realized that there were no answers to be had, only questions. She propped her face on her balled up fist, still looking up, so mesmerized now that she couldn't turn away.
Tim strolled down Michigan, his hands in his pockets, hugging his body despite the warmth of the night. He could smell rain in the air and he hoped he wouldn't get caught in it. He didn't know why he was back here, or where he was even going. He'd lost all direction when his grandfather finally died, and he just longed to feel anything again. He'd checked into a hotel earlier so he could get away from home for a couple of days. There were too many memories at home. He just needed to be somewhere that wouldn't evoke so many emotions. He hoped that for once he'd get a full night's sleep.
As he lay in the hotel bed, smelling the starched perfection of the sheets, he was wide awake and finding his mind drifting down the street to the café he used to frequent. He couldn't believe he hadn't been there in so long. Not since the night he'd been studying the moon. The night he'd seen Sahara. Part of his inability to sleep was due to the dreams she'd frequented. He often woke up in the middle of them, racing to the bathroom as he'd done in his grandfather's hospital room. He felt guilty ever since about doing that there and often stopped himself before he could fully cum, increasing his inability to get back to sleep.
He jumped from the bed, still wide awake, and pulled on his clothes, heading out into the dark night, hoping a walk would clear his mind and make him sleepy. As he strolled up Michigan, he suddenly knew where he was heading and why. He knew how he'd finally sleep. He only hoped she'd be there to make it a reality. Tim shifted uncomfortably as the thought of her made his cock stiffen. He removed his hands from his pockets to give him more room as it continued to grow. He fought the urge to touch it, afraid someone may emerge at that very moment and catch him. He quickened his pace, hoping he would soon have another method of relieving himself.
Sahara finally awoke from her daydream feeling self-concious about being in the café without ordering. She looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to be looking at her. Sighing in relief, she turned back to the window, drawing in her breath sharply as she stared back into the eyes of the man who'd been her fantasy for the past four months. She was frozen in her seat, unable to believe it was really him. She blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn't seeing things, and each time, he was still there, looking back at her. They stared at each other for a moment, then he turned away. Sahara sat up straight in the booth, about to call out until she realized he wouldn't be able to hear her anyway. She wanted to do something but felt helpless. What if he wasn't even interested, what if he would think she was crazy? She racked her brain for an answer when she noticed him turn back in her direction slightly. He gave her one last very long look before walking down the sidewalk. Sahara suddenly relaxed, knowing what she needed to do. She took a moment to collect herself, then slowly slid out of the booth, leaving the café and following him down the street.
Tim walked down the sidewalk at a fast pace, his heart racing. He only hoped that she would follow him. He didn't know what to say to her, or if she would even be interested. He only hoped she had gotten the hint from his glance. He took a quick look behind him and saw the door to the café open and he saw her walk out, looking around in confusion. Smiling to himself, he quickened his pace even more, ducking into an alley and pressing himself against the wall, trying to quiet his ever-increasing breath as he waited for her.
Sahara made her way down the sidewalk, feeling silly. What if he hadn't been looking at her? What if this was all a mistake and he was just playing with her? What if-her thought was interrupted as a hand shot out from the dark and grabbed her, pulling her into an alley. Her scream was stiffled by another hand over her mouth. It was quickly removed and the scream died on her lips as she saw Tim standing in front of her.
Her mouth opened again but instead of screaming, she quickly covered his with it, hungrily devouring his tongue, pouring her fantasies of the past month into the kiss. Tim was surprised at first but quickly recovered, kissing her back and pulling her closer, sliding his tongue along hers and kissing her harder. Sahara pressed her body into his, happy when she felt the strain of his cock against her leg. She slid a hand down to cover it, groaning when she felt a more than eight inch length beneath her hand. She unbuttoned his pants as they continued kissing and she heard him gasp as her hand slid inside.
They came up for air, both breathing hard as she stroked his cock, sliding his zipper down and freeing it. She slid his jeans down to his knees and quickly fell to hers, gobbling his cock greedily as he threw his head back against the brick wall behind them, moaning out loud as her warm slippery mouth covered him, her hand holding the places her mouth couldn't reach.
She pumped him with her fist as her mouth slid up and down on his cock, coating it with her saliva and slurping loudly. He moved his hips against her mouth, his hand going to her head to guide himself further in. She widened her mouth, his width stretching her lips and she struggled to get him in deeper. She pulled back a little, only to descend again, taking him in further as her other hand reached for his balls.
