The Valentine's Day Surprise
This story is about a mother's betrayal. If that's not your think, than don't read this story. All characters are over 18.
Prologue
It was the Christmas dance soon and Will had spent the past 10 minutes sitting in the common room summoning the courage to ask Sarah if she wanted to be his date. He timidly shuffled over to where she was sitting.
"Hi Sarah," he mumbled, "Um... about the dance."
"Hey Will," she replied, with a polite smile, "Speak up, I can't hear you."
"I... uh," he coughed, aware that half the room was watching him, "just thought you might want to go to the dance... with me"
"Sarah," shouted Alex, as he walked over, his phone out, "Be warned, he might piss himself."
Alex held his phone out for Sarah to see. Will could see the photo of himself looking angry and his crotch darkened compared to the rest of his trousers.
"Uhhh... I'm just gonna go back to talking to Jess," said Sarah, awkwardly, and then made a point of turning away from the both of them.
Alex started walking back to his group of friends but Will rushed to stand in his way.
He meant to shout at Alex, but instead it came out as a hushed tone, "You dick, tell her that was you spraying me with a water bottle."
Alex shoulder barged Will as he replied to him, intentionally avoiding eye contact, "Push off you twat, you could have shat yourself and it wouldn't have made her any more completely not interested in you."
Like he always did, Will headed to the toilets to hide his embarrassment until the next class started.
The Valentine's Day Surprise
'Ellie?' called Alex, the good-looking barista. Elaine smiled as she took her cappuccino from Alex, their hands brushing gently as the cup was exchanged.
Elaine walked towards the back of the café, as if she was heading towards the toilets, however, as soon as she was out of sight, she walked through a door marked 'Staff Only'. The staff room had a few lockers, a door that lead to a storage room, a long desk with some chairs, and, in the middle, a round table that could seat four. She put her handbag down by the door then mischievously smirked to herself as she walked over to the table and ran her fingers over its surface. She put her coffee cup on the desk, along with coat she had just removed, before hopping up onto the table and planting her buttocks right in the middle.
She faced the door expectantly, crossed her legs and leant back onto her hands. She kicked her feet, as they hung in the air, in a fidgety way, until the door handle finally turned. Alex walked in and grinned ear to ear when he saw Elaine uncross her legs and spread them wide. He turned back to the door and locked it before eagerly making his way over to Elaine. He kissed her briefly before pulling her dress over her head, leaving Elaine in just a bra and heels.
Elaine had been ready for this since arriving at the café and both of them knew there was no time for foreplay. Alex grabbed Elaine by the hips and pulled her towards the edge of the table. She lay back and put her ankles on Alex's shoulders, whilst he used his right hand to ease his hard-on into her. She sighed as his shaft slid down her pussy; she was so wet already but his thickness still managed to provide some pleasurable resistance.
Alex grabbed Elaine's knees for purchase and Elaine reached out to grab his wrists. The fact Alex was standing meant it was easy for him to thrust into her quickly and forcefully. She cursed and grunted as the table rocked back and forth. Noises of skin slapping skin echoed across the room until Elaine stifled an orgasm-induced groan.
"Don't you dare cum all over my stomach again!" she chided Alex, in a jokey manner. A couple of times he had pulled out and jizzed over her body, which made it difficult for her to clean up and get dressed again.
"Inside you is fine by me," he grunted as he lurched forward and convulsed a couple of times.
She sat up and kissed him deeply as his limp cock fell out of her. She then moved to kissing his neck and playing with his curly brown hair. She liked cuddling up to him after sex but today, it was a delay tactic; she had something to tell him. She shuffled back to the middle of the table, her modestly large breasts were still covered by her bra, but the rest of her was naked. In contrast, her fuck buddy was completely dressed, having pulled up his trousers again, which made her feel a little awkward about what she had to say.
"I've not been completely honest with you," said Elaine, her voice nervous.
"OK... I've not either..." replied Alex, "But since you brought it up... you can go first."
"I'm not 35 and I don't work in a recording studio. I mean... I wanted to at one point in my life but I don't actually. I work as a manager in a supermarket. I saw you were quite a bit younger than me... and wanted to impress you. I'm sorry. I didn't think we'd actually end up... doing this..."
Elaine looked down and anxiously started tugging at her wavy blonde hair. Clearly wanting to convey that he wasn't upset at her for lying, he lightly touched his index finger to the bottom of her chin and coaxed her to look up at him.
"I'm not quite 23... so we both lied about our age," he said, laughing nervously.
They had been messing around in the staff room of the café for about two months now but it was just a series of 10 minute trysts. Like today, Alex's friend was often the other barista on shift with him, so Alex knew he could sneak off with Elaine to the staff room and not be disturbed but it still limited their time together.
They had talked about meeting up elsewhere, but they still hadn't swapped any contact details, or even their surnames. Both had something to hide so they never pressed the other. Besides, there was something exciting about sneaking around with someone you barely knew. That excitement had run its course however, and Elaine wanted to come completely clean.
"So... how old are you then?"
"Um... you go first..." replied Alex.
"I'm... 45..."
"OK... I was 18 in November."
'Wow,' she thought to herself, he was only two months older than her son. She was married with two kids when he was born.
"Also..." she spoke cautiously, sliding herself off of the table and walking over to her coat. She ruffled around in her pocket then retrieved two rings and slid them onto her left ring finger before continuing, "I am married..."
"Are you breaking up with me?"
"No!" she exclaimed, "God no! I just thought you should know everything, in case you want to stop."
She walked right up to him and rested herself against his body, her forearms and hands in a cutesy begging pose between their chests. She looked up at him; he was about six foot two, whilst she was five-eight in her heels.
"Wow, um... well then if we're being totally open, I have one last one I suppose. I'm still at school," he said, his voice trembling a little, before quickly adding, "but I finish this year."
Unfazed, Elaine went on her tiptoes to give her teenage boyfriend a peck on the lips.
"Also, I told you my name is Ellie because I thought it made me sound less like an old fart... but my real name is Elaine Murphy. I don't think anyone has ever called me Ellie... oops..."
"I like Ellie... but my name is really is Alex... short for Alexander," he paused to give her a quick kiss back, "but we need to go now. Maybe we can exchange phone numbers finally and we can meet up outside this place?"
She kissed him again and put on her dress before going over to her hand bag and searching through it.
"Dammit, I can't find my phone. Here's my business card," she said, feeling oddly formal considering the scenario, "Text me so I get your number too."
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