First Time Meeting - Sex Stories

First Time Meeting

We’ve been chatting online for a while. We’ve teased each other. We’ve shared the naughty things we want to do to each other. And, now, we finally have a chance to meet up. It’s nothing extreme, just a simple meet up at a coffee shop not too far from you. I’ve thought a lot about what could happen The more I think about it, the faster my heart races and the harder my dick gets, but the more I second guess myself. You see, I want to fuck you. Senselessly. I know how long it’s been for you. I know what you want. On the other hand, I want to be a gentleman. This is a quiet and safe meeting. It’s a chance to look into each other’s eyes, to touch each other’s hands, to flirt and laugh. This is how I see that first meeting going, whether I’ll be patient or drag you someplace where we can satisfy our desires. I arrive early. It’s a little larger than I expected. A large coffee bar lines one entire wall. In the middle, there’s quite a few tables. There’s small couches and lounge chairs along the other wall, each with it’s own low table. And in the back, the usual kitchen entrance and restrooms. Overall, it’s a quiet little place. There’s people with laptops and books, and a few quietly chatting with each other. I meant to ask what your favorite coffee is, but I was thinking about other things, mainly what you’d look like in a thong, and only a thong. Sorry about that. I take a seat on an empty couch in the back corner. It’s about as private as it gets in here. I’ve got nothing ...

... left to do but wait. And, of course, my imagination starts running wild. It doesn’t take long before my body responds. I silently laugh to myself because I’m already getting worked up and you’re aren’t even here yet. Fortunately, I don’t have to wait long. As you enter the door, your eyes quickly scan the shop, taking in the scene just as I did not too long ago. You see me sitting in the back corner and our eyes meet. You smile at me as you begin to walk towards me. I smile back as I take you in. You’re wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a collar that dips just low enough to offer a hint of cleavage, jeans that fit just snug enough to show your curves, and tennis shoes. Your hair is pulled back in a ponytail. You’re casual and comfortable, and so fucking sexy. I imagine that ponytail is just the right length to grab onto as…damn, I’m already doing it. I laugh to myself again as you reach the table. I stand to greet you and we exchange slightly awkward introductions, this is the first time we’ve met in person after all. This time, I remember to ask you about your coffee of choice and I head off to order. The service is quick and it doesn’t take long for me to join you on the couch. We’re both smiling at each other. We do the whole small talk thing as I ask about your day and you ask about my drive. I do my best to focus only on the conversation. But my mind is constantly drifting. Each time we touch, I have to reposition myself so you won’t see what’s happening in my jeans. I’m ...