Coffee Shop - Sex Stories

Coffee Shop

Something I've been working on and off for a good while now. Hope you enjoy, please leave feedback x I took a sip of my hot coffee as I gazed out of the window on to the quiet streets of Primrose Hill. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was taking some time out after a busy week at work; just me, myself and the world enclosed in the pages that lay open in front of me. Just as I settled and turned the page, the door to the small, intimate café flew open and banged shut, stunning the few people that I was sat amongst into silence. The figure stood there breathless; head completely covered up by a grey think-knitted beanie that pushed a few wayward strands of chocolate hair across his temples and cheeks. His coat was pulled high around his neck and his shoulders were hunched. He kept his head down, yet I could see a slight smirk playing on his lips; evidence of his amusement at the startled scene he’d caused. I watched him for a moment, curious about his abrupt entry, wondering what the cause was for his sudden fluster and sharp rasps of breath. My heart began to drum rapidly against my chest as he stared right at me, his eyes soft and warm and so fiercely intense that I couldn’t bring myself to look away from him until the room fell back into a relaxed murmur of chattering, and it was only then that I lowered my eyes to the page once more. “Sorry, do you mind if I sit here?” My eyes snapped upwards to meet the figure that had previously interrupted the stillness of the café. His ...

... fingers were already unbuttoning his heavy black trench coat and he’d pulled the chair outwards with his foot, ready for him to sit on. I looked around to see that all the other tables and chairs were occupied. I’d been too wrapped up in my book and daydreams to notice people entering. “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” I smiled, watching him as he grinned down at me. “Not really” he joked, before slipping his coat from his arms and hanging it on the back of the chair. I rested the mug back on the table and cleared my throat after taking a sip. “Dare I ask what the sudden entry was for?” I laughed, subconsciously circling the rim of my mug with my index finger. “Paps.” He rolled his eyes. “Can’t escape them.” “Well that’s the price you p-“ “-Pay for being Liam Hemsworth. Yeah yeah, I know” he laughed. “If I had a pound for each time somebody said that, I’d be rich.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his remark. “How about you?” he continued. “What are you doing here?” “Oh you know, same.” He grinned, reaching for his bag and pulling his wallet out. “Can I get you anything? As an apology for my unwelcome intrusion.” “No no, I’m fine thank you” I replied coolly, even though I was almost out of coffee. Liam returned a few minutes later with a tray with two steaming mugs on and a plate of cake. I frowned up at him, but he interrupted before I could say anything. “Well you were pretty much out of coffee and I wanted cake and refuse to eat it by myself. Have you seen how big it is?” ...