The Coffee Shop

“So, what do look for in a man? For me, he’s got to be tall and strong, so he makes me feel warm and safe,” said Brianne, looking round at her friends in the coffee shop.

“The well-groomed look,” said Eleanor. “Especially the hair. I like to know he takes care of himself.”

“His eyes… and his smile,” was Fiona’s contribution. “If he smiles from his eyes I just melt.” She rolled her eyes and pretended to faint, making the girls laugh. All eyes turned to Tiffany.

“What does it for you, Tiff?” asked Brianne.

“Cock.”

The girls shrieked with laughter. Fiona covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. “You can’t say that, Tiffany!”

“Why not? It’s true,” she replied. “Think about it,” she said with a mischievous grin on her face. “All the rest is just window-dressing. I mean it’s nice if you want to be seen out in public with him or take him home to meet the family. But at the end of the day, all you really want to do is wrap your hands, and your mouth, and your bits around a big meaty cock, right?”

More shrieks of laughter.

“Well, I do,” she protested indignantly, but the glint in her eye became a smirk, and then she too collapsed in hysterical laughter.

Travis was sitting nearby, trying to enjoy a quiet coffee as he organised the rest of his day, but he couldn’t avoid overhearing their conversation. He looked Tiffany up and down. Gorgeous, curvy, sexy and well dressed. Very nice. ‘Well, I’ve got a big meaty cock you can wrap your hands, mouth and bits around any time you like,’ he thought to himself, feeling the first twitch of interest in his pants.

As the girls got up to leave, Travis quickly gathered his things and followed them. Outside, he turned in the same direction as Tiffany and Brianne, hoping that Brianne would turn off or come to her workplace first.

He got lucky. As soon as Tiffany was alone, he quickened his pace and caught up to her. Walking along beside her, he said “Hi Tiff, how are you?”

She looked at him, a little startled and then confused. “Do I know you?”

He shook his head. “No. I’m Travis. I overhead you talking to your friends in the coffee shop.” He grinned.

“Oh.”

Her cheeks flushed a little, but before she could react, he spoke again. “If ever you’re bored or lonely, I have seven inches of big meaty cock that would love to entertain you.”

That stopped her in her tracks, her eyes wide and her mouth open. The cheek of the man! How dare he he! She was speechless.

“Here’s my card,” he said, smiling. “Give me a call, anytime you’d like seven inches. Bye.”

He smiled again and walked away.

Tiffany stood motionless, stunned. Then she looked down and realised she had taken his card. He was kind of nice looking, and he did have a smile that would make Fiona wet her panties. Did he really have an seven-inch cock?

She came to her senses and scolded herself for thinking that way. What a nerve, propositioning her so bluntly, and in the street! She had been approached like that before of course, but usually by stumbling incoherent drunks in nightclubs. This man was presumably stone-cold sober, and it was first thing in the morning! She was shocked.

By the time she arrived at her desk she was laughing to herself at the absurdity of the incident, and quickly texted the girls to share her story. She received a storm of shocked and suggestive emojis in return.

Throughout the day, her efforts to concentrate were interrupted by thoughts of Travis and his seven-inch cock. It had been a while since her last boyfriend. She was constantly horny, and her fingers and vibrator only provided the basic service. The things she could do with seven inches! If he was telling the truth, which was doubtful, it would be her biggest cock yet.

She scolded herself for the second time that day when she realised she was actually contemplating hooking up with a guy based purely on the size of his cock. Despite what she had told the girls earlier, a guy did need to have some other appealing qualities, too. She would always get to know him a little first, to ensure he was nice before jumping into bed with him.

Closing her eyes, she imagines slowly sliding down onto a full thick seven-incher; the delicious sensation of its tongue-slicked head penetrating her, its girth stretching her wide, its length filling her to capacity and beyond, pushing up against her insides, forcing its way deeper inside her than she thought possible; that hot rigid pole throbbing inside her in a way that no vibrator could ever truly emulate as it rams into her relentlessly, almost tearing her apart; an exquisitely painful pleasure topped only by the internal firework display of a thunderous orgasm as her battered nerve-endings explode in ecstasy, in shockwaves that surge through her entire body, leaving her breathless, and tingling all over.

The phone ringing on her desk jolted her back to reality. As she answered she became aware of the heat in her cheeks and the dampness between her thighs. She realised she had already decided; she must find out if Travis is the real deal.

As the day progressed, she tried to romanticise the situation. Tiffany and Travis sound like a delightful young couple – Tiff and Trav – but her conscience, and the craving sensation between her thighs, reminded her of the truth; she just needed cock. Preferably a big one.

She finally plucked up the courage to text the number on Travis’s business card, but she was careful:

“You gave me your card this morning, after the coffee shop.