An unexpected encounter - Take Me Like Your Coffee 4 - Sex Stories

An unexpected encounter - Take Me Like Your Coffee 4

... thought to myself. His hand was now stroking my back, first gently, then with more pressure, sliding down to my waist. It felt good, and I squinted. “You like this, don't you?” he asked, pulling me closer. For one split second I felt afraid, but then he turned me around, quite aggressively, so that he was now behind me, me leaning on the coffee machine table with my elbows, the scent of coffee beans and his perfume making me dizzy. It didn't make sense, me and this gorgeous creature, but it felt good, and for the first time in my life I just let go. He was pressing against me from behind, stroking my back, applying pressure here and there, using his nails. At one point he bit my shoulder and I jumped from surprise; it was more unexpected and pleasant than painful. I could feel him getting hard and breathing deeply. With one hand he held my neck, while another wandered down my waist, then up, creeping under my blouse, unfastening my bra and grabbing my breast. My heart was beating so fast I was almost sure he could hear it. His fingers wandered down my panties and found the sensitive spot, stroking ...

... it gently then applying more pressure. 'Oh my God. If he keeps on doing this, I am going to cum. Right. Here. At work. By the coffee machine,' I thought to myself. Then at one point, just when I was so close, breathing fast and letting out muted groans, he growled and bit my neck, pressing me hard against the counter. Then a sudden pause fell- he retreated, coughed, grabbed his mug and quickly walked away, leaving me so close to coming it almost hurt. I just stood there for a few more minutes, staring through the window in to the rain. Then I started fastening my bra, fingers still shaky, convincing myself that all of this was not a dream. A note was waiting on my table when I came to my office. My heart dropped into my feet. “I would like to continue the coffee adventure further, if you're up for it. Let's meet up this weekend.” I grabbed a pocket mirror and had a look. A bluish bruise on my neck was very visible, a tangible proof that the hazy morning coffee adventure did really happen. With a huge grin on my face, I folded the note and put it in my purse. My weekend suddenly looked very promising.