More Than a Latte - Sex Stories

More Than a Latte

... hands inside my blouse, moves them up and pushes my bra up. She cups my breasts, starts to play with my nipples, fondling and gently rolling them between her fingers making them hard. I give a small gasp and my body gives a little jerk. Her lips work their way around my neck, kissing and nibbling the skin. Her hand lifts my skirt up, squeezing and massaging my bum cheeks. Then she slides her finger along my mound, gently parts my slit, stroking my swollen bud. She leans down and takes my nipple in her mouth, slowly moving her tongue over my nipple a few times before clamping her lips on it and sucking it. She glides two fingers inside my throbbing pussy and pushes them deep. “Ohhh…” I gasp, throw my head back and gulp the air. She starts moving her fingers in and out and rubs her thumb against my clit gently. I moan louder and move my hips downwards with such force that her fingers are buried as deep as they could be. She rubs her thumb over my clit furiously, sucks my nipple harder and plunges her fingers deep inside me again and again. Few minutes later I feel my stomach clenches down, my whole body tenses, and then my orgasm hits like a tidal wave. I let out a low scream, arch my back, and hit my head against the wall. She stops and pulls out her fingers abruptly; steps back and let me sink to the floor. Unable to talk, I whimper at her with the explosion still inside me. She tilts my head back and kisses hard on my lips and walks away, leaving me on the floor, shaking and breathing hard. Coming back to my senses, I groan to myself and quickly clean myself up and pull my clothes back together. As I walk out the door, I see the “Out of Order” sign just in front of the door. She must have put it there. I get back to the table to get my stuff. She is gone but she left her business card next to my purse. I smile to myself, knowing that I might see her again.