More Than a Latte - Sex Stories

More Than a Latte

More Than a Latte Every Thursday I go to my favorite coffee shop nearby and treat myself a latte. I found a table, order a latte; staring at the fountain outside, and listening to the splashing of the fountain. So peace, so warm, so inviting. Suddenly a shape appears before me. There she is; a tall, slim, long dark hair, blue eyes, with a sharp figure. The woman I have been admiring for quite a while, saw her few times when I come to get my latte. Another reason why this is my favorite place for coffee. Dressed in body-contour dress that ends just below the knee framing a smiling face, I just can't take my eyes off her. She is speaking to me and I had to shake myself back to reality. “Do you mind if I sit here? No other seats available.” I look around and she was right. All the other tables are full. I nod and gesture to the chair opposite. Sitting down, she introduces herself as Steff. I respond automatically with “Allison”. She smiles again, sending a charge tickling down my spine. I lean back and eye her over, fantasizing naughty thoughts I’d do with her. Our coffee arrives. We drink, mostly in silence broken by few attempts at conversation. I pretend to look around the coffee shop, my eyes glancing over her at every opportunity and catching her looking at me more than once. I detect a slight grin across her face as if she knows what’s in my mind. I startle, look down at the menu on the table when she looks at me and says, “You have a very beautiful smile”. Shudder and ...

... blush, I feel a warm feeling begins to spread down my hips. “Excuse me, I-- I need to-- freshen up” I stand up, making my way to the bathroom as fast as I could to hide my blushed face. As I get there, I push the door open and see no one is inside. I run into one of the single cubicles and sit on the toilet lid, trying to pull myself together. God, what is wrong with me? I take a deep breath, step out of the cubicle and ready to head for the door. Then I hear someone opens the door. I gasp a little when I see Steff is standing there with a seductive smile on her face. She steps in and closes the door behind her. I open my mouth trying to say something but she says: “Shhhh…” She presses her lips against mine and slides her arm around my waist. I was taken by surprise; my knees weaken from her soft, sweet kiss. She walks me and pushes my back to the wall. She kisses me hungrily and forces her tongue into my mouth. She parts my legs slightly, presses her knees into my dampened crotch as I put my hand on her waist to steady myself. She breaks our kiss, grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. She trails her tongue along my jawline, down my neck to the back of my ear. “I know you want me, don’t you?” She whispers in my ear. I nod and groan, feeling her hot breath on my earlobe. “Look at me and say it” as her tongue licks below my ear, right on my very sensitive spot. I look at her with vulnerable eyes, “Fuck, yesss…” I groan, “I want you”. She releases my hair, slips her ...