We met at a coffee shop - Sex Stories

We met at a coffee shop

... her eyes and then lowered myself to kiss her waiting mouth. I gently lowered my body weight to rest on top of her. Our knees alternating, hers, mine, hers, mine.

As we kissed I could feel her eyelashes flutter occasionally against my cheek. I felt her breath as she took deep inhales and exhales and then returning for more. For the first time I allowed my tongue to deeply explore hers with a healthy dose of vulgarity and she let out a deep groan.

I shifted my kisses from her mouth to her cheek and over to just below her ear. She breathed heavily through an open mouth, mouthing the word "fuck" so it came out like a staccato whisper.

"I'm happy to." I whispered back.

"Okay." She said. "Fuck me."

"Yes ma'am." I said while instructing her to sit up so I could remove her shirt.

"Gah'damn!" I said, as her shirt came over her head and her hair fell back down over bare shoulders, "Look at you!"

Her breasts, although still hidden by her bra, were spilling over the edge of the cups, the right one a little more than the left one. I immediately decided that the right one was my favorite one.

I kissed her neck, her collar bone, and the tops of her breasts. I looked up at her from between them and said, "take this thing off?"

She reached up and squeezed her breasts with both hands and said, "Ugh. I hate my boobs. I'm scared."

"Ah! I said. Here's the best part about getting naked with another person with boobs, we know what they look like on human bodies, and ...

... not just magazines and porn stars. Free the titties!"

"You first!" She said, with a grin.

"Happily!" I agreed, while whipping off my shirt and sports bra in one go.

She sat up and asked if she could touch them.

"I would love for you to touch them. Kiss them. Suck on them. Bite them..." I waved my hands under them, offering them like a gift to her.

She tentatively touched them, and then she took them in both of her hands and gave them a hearty squeeze. She giggled, sucked gently on both of my nipples, and then said, "Boobs are awesome."

"They really are. Now you go!" I said, as I gestured at her still holstered breasts.

"Okay!" She squealed, while reaching around to unclasp her bra.

She took her bra off and I was able to confirm that her right breast was in fact my favorite. She had faint stretch marks at the fullest part of each breast, and I kissed them gently before cupping them and pinching the nipples between my index finger and thumb. "They're perfect." I said, as I guided her back to lying down.

I kissed my way down her body, until I hit the waistband of her pants. "May I?" I asked, making sure I got a nod before I unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed her pants.

I pulled her legs apart and positioned myself between them so I could see her from top to bottom. She was stunning. The slightly darker color of her panties in the very center showed me that she was wet, and it took my breath away. I kissed her on top of the delicate fabric and felt her ...