Coffee Shop_(2)

I was sitting in a small neighborhood coffee shop reading the Wall Street Journal. I looked up from the short menu and once again scanned the street outside the café. The tinkle of the bell over the café door interrupted my thoughts. I looked up expectantly, and shook my head slightly when the new customer turned out to be a young woman in a hurry to grab her coffee and return to the currents of strangers flowing down the streets outside. That glance inside the café, however, had given me a chance to notice something that I had missed before. With my attention so focused on the sidewalk leading to the café, I had paid little attention to the people already seated inside. I had given the tables a cursory glance when I first arrived, but since.

What I now noticed, however, was a woman seated at a small table in the back corner; her face and most of her body hidden behind the newspaper she seemed to be reading. That wasn’t unusual, and was not what had caught my eye. What had caught my eye was the way she had one leg folded in front of her on the chair, in almost a semi-lotus position; except in this case, the heel of her shoeless foot was pressed close to her beneath her loose skirt. I couldn’t see the heel pressing against her panties: it was too dark under the table for that, but I watched closely and noticed a slight rocking of her hips.

I got up from my table, and walked over to the woman in the corner. I noticed the newspaper trembling slightly as I got closer, and I was now able to see that one corner of the paper was heavily wrinkled; as if it had been quickly folded down and back up many times. ” The news must be interesting today, I couldn’t help but notice how much you are enjoying your reading.” I said as I reached the table. A soft and lyrical voice replied from behind the paper, ” Yes, I have been enjoying myself, but it wasn’t the news as much as other things that I was observing.” I sat down at her table and asked, ” What other things?”

” Oh, things like how much I wanted to meet you.” was the soft reply from behind the paper. ” Why would you want to meet me ? ” I said. The paper trembled a bit more, and in a voice just above a whisper, Jenny said, ” You are a international business mogul, a successful lawyer and a billionaire. I find you fascinating.” I reached out and slowly pushed the newspaper down to the table. I looked deeply into the eyes of this young woman and said, ” Then here I am.” It was several moments before any more words were spoken, but much passed between the us as we became lost in each other’s eyes.

Jenny blushed visibly, her soft voice was still bold as she replied, ” A woman learns to adapt to a life of being alone and being lonely.” ” Some needs are easier to fulfill than others.” She laughed then and said, ” Nice to meet you.” I got them both a fresh cup of coffee, and moved my chair closer to Jenny’s before sitting back down. I noticed that the newspaper had now been placed half on the edge of the table, with the other half hanging down toward the floor. This created a small curtain that blocked the underside of the table from view. ” I am thankful that you were still reading your paper when I noticed you.” I nodded toward the newspaper as I looked at Jenny and sipped my coffee.

” Well, sir, I think I have the attention of the one I came here hoping to meet. No further attention by others is needed,” Jenny quipped with a smile. ” I agree. You have all my attention,” I said as my hand moved under the table to rest on the thigh of her bent leg. I watched her hands fold around her coffee mug as I moved my hand higher up her thigh. I could feel the warmth and delicate softness of her skin. ” You have the softest skin imaginable” My voice got lower and took on a strong tone that feels to Jenny like arms holding her safe and apart from the entire world. ” You may have imagined correctly, but imagination can only go so far,” she said in a voice that was increasingly reflecting her emotions, despite her shyness and her attempts to control what she was feeling.


Our chat turned to her fantasy of being fucked by a big long thick cock. I asked her if she liked BIG, hard cocks that she could gag on and ride all night? She was a bit hesitant at first, then she nervously said, ” yes.” ” I want to see you scream, moan, groan, cum, gasp and beg for more!” I replied.