I sat at the table in the far corner of the coffee shop, keeping an eye on everyone that came in the door. Time seemed like an eternity, the steady tick tick tock providing rhythm, to my eager impatience for her to arrive.
Sipping on my coffee, the warm liquid blanketing my throat and warming up my belly, my thoughts drifted off to what could be in store...
Our late night conversation always ended up in the same place. We shared the same taboo fantasy, which still remained unfulfilled for the both of us. A passionate one-on-one fling, of unexplored territory.
My thoughts interrupted as she sat herself across from me. I was so carried off with my thoughts; I didn't even see her come in. She was beautiful, in the most real sense, bright eyes and full smile enveloping me.
"Hi", I managed to get out, a little taken aback by her presence. She was better than any expectation I may have unknowingly set for her, no surprises of lack of shape, extra limbs, or other disfigurements... she was perfect. No unrealistic super-model-ness appeal, but just gorgeous girl, as real as could be sitting in front of me.
We chitchatted aimlessly over our coffee, catching up on each other's lives, the conversation starting to slow down as our interests on the subject dawdled. I suggested going to someplace cozier, and we got our stuff together, called a cab and sat outside to wait.
The air was a bit chilly, as the season turned, the crisp scraping of yellowed leaves dancing on the pavement around us. I lit a cigarette, and turned my body slightly, my knee resting to a stop against hers. Taking note that she didn't tense up or move away, but continued talking easily, as though nothing could be wrong, I leaned into her a little more, savoring the heat growing between us.
Our cab pulled up and we settled in the back, leaving no space between us. I directed the driver to a little out of the place lounge I knew of... a perfect spot for tonight with its dim lights, mellow trax, and tasty potions.
We paid the driver, and entered the lounge, settling ourselves into the dim-lit corner, the melodic trance music warming our bones. Once our drinks arrived, our conversation turned more intimate. I leaned back in the booth, bringing my feet up to rest beside her thigh. We talked of common interests, which eventually led to our interests in the bedroom, and by listening to her account of what made her hot, brought a prickling heat up my inner thighs. I don't know if it was the drinks, or the topic, but you could tell it was getting to her too... her hands became fidgety, playing with the straw in her glass. I saw this as a make or break, and knew I would have to make the first move.
I slid my toes up along her thigh, caressing her curves ever so slightly. She responded, just as I hoped her too, and brought her hand atop my foot, her soft hands gently stroking my skin. We played this way for a bit, innocently, our conversation not hesitating for a second. Then I sat up, placing my hand on her inner thigh, and said "I have to go the girly room, come with".
We found our way to the washrooms, me in the lead, and when the door closed behind us, I pulled her into a stall, locking the door. Feeling courageous now, I pushed her up against the wall, and gently but firmly, laying my hand upon her face, pulled her lips to mine.
She tasted sweetly, of a berry gloss unknown, as I brushed my lips across hers, kissing her softly. She responded eagerly, her lips working against mine, tugging at my lip, and pulling me in for a deeper kiss. Her tongue searching for mine, then upon finding it, stroking mine with its tip. Our kisses turned more passionate, and I could feel myself getting wet.
