Coffee Shop - Sex Stories

Coffee Shop

... them and wetted the deep pink flesh. Suddenly, the closeness of his body was gone and he’d created a lonely space between us. A pang of disappointment surged through me, and I felt the chill of my wet clothes immediately. “You’re shaking. You should get dry.” My mouth fell open as I went to speak yet no words came out. My mind was still paralysed by the previous moments that had occurred, and as if sensing my problem, Liam quickly continued. “Bathroom’s first door on the right at the top of the stairs” he smiled. “You’re welcome to use the shower.” I clutched the materials close to my chest, appreciative of his kindness. “Thank you.” I closed my eyes as I revelled in the heat of the water and it wrapped itself around me; steam filling the entire bathroom. For a moment, I completely forgot where I was. I forgot that I was in a stranger’s house, using their shower, shower gels, towel and clothes… Although, he wasn’t a total stranger. He was pretty damn famous. Worldwide famous. I was surprised at how relaxed I felt at this moment in time and I let the thought pass, grabbing the towel from the side and drying myself off before I reached for the clothes he’d provided me. I instinctively brought the cotton t-shirt to my nose and inhaled softly, letting his unfamiliar scent fill my lungs and haze my mind. It was a mixture of faint citrus and a woody musk, and I imagined that he wore something like Blue de Chanel- a common favourite of the modern man. I slipped the oversized ...

... t-shirt over my refreshed body; the hem falling just above my knees, covering enough of my modesty to be in someone else’s presence. Though I still couldn’t help but feel a little bare as I left my underwear on the radiator and air washed between my legs as I made my way down the stairs. Peering through the living room doorway, I saw Liam sprawled out on the sofa; arms behind his head and legs up on the black leather suite. His attention was focused on to the TV in front; a great contrast to the previous sounds that I’d heard in this room. His t-shirt had ridden up, revealing a band of skin just above the waistband of his joggers. I felt my mouth begin to dry out again as I marvelled at him in quiet admiration. I coughed, startling him from his quiet world. “Hey” he smiled. “Everything okay?” “Yes thank you” I replied. “Although do you expect me to wander around with nothing on my legs?” I smirked, watching as his eyes subconsciously flickered up and down my bare skin. “Would you like me to get you some more clothes to put on?” My stomach clenched as his eyes continued to wander, making no effort to hide their bold assault. He was amused. I could tell. He lifted his body from its relaxed position and got to his feet, not saying a word as he swiftly slid past me and made his way up the stairs. I took a few steps further into the living room; now warm as an electric fire blazed to the left of me. The rain continued to beat down on the tall bay windows, hypnotising my concentration as ...