© 2005 by Charles Everett, All Rights Reserved.
The first time they met face-to-face was at a Starbucks. They had chatted for a few weeks before; the conversation was easy, natural, and they connected like few did...a rarity online.
They both had plans to meet the other's sensual needs...both finding themselves in the same situation at home. There had been other lovers, other encounters, but both wanted something a little deeper; a true sexual friendship that would leave the other a wet heap on the bed, or the floor, or wherever they planned, or didn't plan, to plow the other senseless. They both loved their spouses – deeply; both loved their children, but their deep desires and appetites were being neglected. Each longed to partake of the mind and body of the other — deeply. Both to be sexually consumed by a paramour that understood the longing; the wanting desire for the world to simply disappear in hours of orgasms and ejaculations; sharing the very essence of who they were, to swim in the warm waters of their sensuality. To experience the touch, the smell, taste, softness, firmness of the other; to drink of the passion.
So, another rendezvous at a Starbucks. The first was where he lived, and ended up in two hours of exploration that both hadn't experienced in quite a long time; far too long of a time. It was so very natural; both simply enraptured with the other. He found a few trigger points that she had accidentally discovered in the past; he purposed to "map them out" so both would know were to start when they were ready to build on the foundation they had laid. He knew other points waited to be discovered (some very deep, others in places she had only read about), and he would find them; stimulate them, time and time again. How he wanted a rare woman who could match his talents and skills with those of her own. She had her fifth orgasm while riding him, taking all eight inches of his hardness deep into herself, grinding her clit firmly into his pubic bone...arching her back as she came, moaning deeply as she filled his lap with her wetness. His mind raced then, hoping he had found his equal, maybe even his sexual superior. Former lovers had been at times...apprehensive, not willing to plumb the depths of their sexuality. She seemed somewhat different, with a hunger to feast time and again from his table.
They sat and chitchatted a bit, nothing heavy or complicated, simply the pleasantries of the day. At their last encounter, he had mentioned it was fortunate they both had met their own needs before arriving, or within a few minutes they would be in the ladies room copulating. She had gently laughed at the comment, reassuring him of her intentions...and desires. Now they sat across from each other, he being well fluffed, and she damp and warm.
The conversation paused, both just gazed at the other; her beautiful eyes as always capturing his mind. The noise of the coffee house fading away, all he could hear were the haunting echoes of her moans from the first time they ran away together. She didn't say a word, simply smiled, rose, and walked toward the back of the shop. He followed, not too closely so he could watch as she swayed in front of him. Better that he invade the ladies' room, than her the men's; better for him to be arrested than her, if things did go awry. She turned to see if anyone was looking as she opened the door, he simply smiled as he checked over his shoulder as well. Quickly the door was locked behind them. Both knew time was limited, but this would only be a snack before they walked across the street to the motel...where hours of relaxed, intense pleasure awaited.
