Coffee Shop - Sex Stories

Coffee Shop

... I watched droplets spiral and fall in all sorts of patterns and directions. I turned on my feet as I heard footsteps approach and was met with Liam standing a few feet before me, holding up a tiny pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. “Here” he threw them at me, grinning like a c***d as I studied them in my hands. “You have got to be joking” I laughed, though feeling somewhat aroused as I studied the front and noticed the stretched elastic. “Why? What’s wrong with them?” “Do these even fit you?!” “Just about” he smirked, taking a few steps towards me and taking them from my grasp. “I’m k**ding. I got you these.” He brought a pair of folded joggers from behind his back and handed them to me. “Better” I smiled. “Turn around.” He did as he was told and I quickly slipped the soft cotton over my legs, drawing the string tightly at the waist. They were far too big, but they’d do. Much better than the nightmare vision that I’d had of me in the briefs. “You can turn back around now.” “Thank you.” I could hear the amusement in Liam's voice as he turned to face me. “Are you still cold?” “No. Why?” He grinned and his eyes momentarily slipped downwards, pulling the attention of mine with them. I clasped my hands across my chest as I noticed my nipples poking through the thin grey cotton, completely embarrassed that I’d exposed myself to him in that way. “It’s fine. I don’t mind” he smirked, before taking his place back on the sofa. “Come Dine With Me okay?” I took a few calm breaths ...

... as I attempted to dissolve the burning in my cheeks, before taking a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, now very aware of my body’s response to being in his presence. As the third episode began to play, I noticed that the sun had broken through the clouds and the rain had reduced to an unthreatening drizzle. I began to shift in my seat as I thought about leaving, and I could feel Liam's eyes now on me. “Going somewhere?” I turned to face him and was met with a delicious half-smile and glimmering eyes. “As lovely as your kind hospitality has been, the rain’s stopping.” “And?” “And we agreed that I would leave once the rain had settled.” Liam lifted his head from his hands and shuffled so that he was sitting upright with one hand casually leaning over the top of the sofa and the other in his lap. “Do you want to leave?” My pulse began to accelerate as I thought about how to answer his forthright question. Did I want to leave? ‘No’ was the simple answer. I’d enjoyed his company and was more than thankful for the shower and dry clothes, but there was part of me that still felt like I’d intruded on him and his life. “I’ve stolen enough of your time” I laughed, getting to my feet. “I’m sure you can think of better ways to spend a lazy Sunday!” I felt a hand tug on my wrist and spin me around. We were face to face. Closer than before. His grip on my wrist was tight and desperate, but not painful. I swallowed harshly as my skin heated rapidly, feeling his grip slowly loosen until ...