Indoor coffee shop

I was already used to being kicked out of the cafeteria by her almost every day. Working far from home in a small town where very little happened and with no disposition for watching open TV, I ended up finding at the coffee shop a good environment to put my reading on hold. Practically every day I left office at 5:30, went through the hotel (the only one in the city), took a shower, changed clothes and walked there accompanied by a good book or some technical material. I'd have my lunch and just stand there, enjoying the slow movement in the central square and sipping something.
It was relatively normal for some women to walk there every day. Besides being the place where local people naturally converged, any man who wasn't from town aroused great interest. Although I enjoyed that flow, I felt like a little bird in cage, an object of appreciation. I had already been there two weeks and no one had yet spoken to me. The only exceptions were his Euripedes, owner of the newsstand where I spent money everyday, and Luciana, who took care of the cafeteria.
That night it rained heavily and the weather was a little colder than usual. Absolutely no one in the square, and already more than half an hour had passed, also in the cafeteria. When I saw Luciana approaching, I thought that she would ask me to let her close earlier since I was the last customer and there was nothing to believe that anyone would leave their house under this rain for coffee. Instead, she came up to me and commented with a slight smile on her face:
- That book is so boring !
I confess that it surprised me. First, because up to then she had simply taken my orders without any comment; secondly, because she showed knowledge of the book (I was on my fourth attempt at reading "Accidental Tourist", which is really very boring); and so I agreed with her to start a conversation. She asked if I would like some hot chocolate, and I said yes, but with something alcoholic in there to help warm you up; prepared two big mugs with a nice dose of rum in each one, took off his apron and more than comfortable sat down beside me.
Luciana was twenty-nine years old, about five feet seven inches tall with dark brown eyes and light hair down to her shoulders; she had a well shaped mouth from which emanated a wide sincere smile. Her khaki trousers stood for an attractive ass that slowly unfolded into thick thighs tapering proportionally up to the ankles. She did not have a princess' face but an extremely pleasant complexion - especially when some joy came out of it.
We talked more about me than her. She insisted that life in the city was unemotional and therefore there wasn't much to tell. The little I knew of her is that she worked at a coffee shop owned by an elderly uncle who had some chronic illness, whose parents lived in a nearby town; when his father became sick he invited her to work there earning half what she could earn (in an inner-city job offer almost irrefutable), and she saw it as an opportunity to save money for college. She asked me if I wanted some more chocolate, and I said yes. Then she made another two chocolates, which turned out to be a lot more than the first time. Outside it was raining heavily, but there in warm company with someone very nice, I felt absolutely comfortable.
I watched her movements carefully as she walked back to the table. It had been almost twenty days since my last trance at home. By that time of night, in the cold weather, I was already beginning to have an immense desire for Luciana's fleshy body. I saw that she recognized my gaze because when our eyes met she gave herself a quick glance and half clumsily turned away from me.
She asked me about my marriage, and I told her an economical version of married males who begin to feel attracted to females. I asked about boyfriends, and she explained that a long-term relationship had ended some months earlier. So I started sparking up a little bit more heated conversation. At first it seemed somewhat off the beaten path, but slowly things grew intimacy, and soon we were discussing fetishes and factors which aroused our sex drive. Now completely uninhibited, she laughed a lot before telling anything and also at everything I told (I think some of that "uninhibition" came from the run). She asked me if I wanted more chocolate. I said no but she got up anyway to get more. Outside it was windy and raining heavier and stronger.
On the way back, she stood in front of me and asked if I would like that one either. I looked at her with a bit of misunderstanding. She came up to me, sat on my lap facing me, swallowed some chocolate while holding it in her mouth, then passed her hands over my shoulders.
Holy delicacy, holy chocolate, and holy run!!
I stared at her for a few moments and brought my mouth close to hers. I gave a gentle kiss on her lips, then gluing them onto mine, and felt my mouth fill with a mixture of hot chocolate and saliva and a soft tongue exploding in generous movements against mine. She was kissing wonderfully well, moving her tongue synchronously with mine. It seemed that she lacked much manhood, an immense desire to be satisfied but controlled her impulses, avoiding showing any haste. I let myself be carried away by its rhythm. My hands slowly walked all over her body, sometimes squeezing it into the most generous flesh of thighs and buttocks. My mouth nibbled at her shoulders and ears. Sometimes I rubbed her breasts holding them lightly between my teeth. We were both getting more excited, but I could see that her hardness seemed to explode. With closed eyes she was biting her lips tightly avoiding making any noise.
I was already madly in love with this woman, but felt such a special sensation that I wanted to satisfy her (and myself) very slowly, savoring every moment, each pulse, each small gesture.
Suddenly she got up. She walked to the door, took a good look outside and then slammed down the cafeteria door. I figured that there was still more than an hour before normal closing time but considering how cold it was out (as opposed to warm inside), it would be absolutely normal for business to close ahead of schedule and no one would wonder.
She then walked slowly towards me. Exhibiting a malicious smile, she was opening her blouse and showing off breasts beautifully framed by a magnificent black bra (I wonder why black? ...). Her look made me feel that the occasion was very special. I imagine at this moment, there alone with me, she felt like the only woman in the world. Prostrated herself before me, took my two hands and led them to her breast, pressing and moving them against it forcefully. I continued with these movements, she put her hands behind my neck and sat on my lap again and began to rub the vagina over my pussy with a skill that reminded me of those "chair dancing" scenes which if only I had seen in American movies. At the same time kissing me and biting my ears and my throat. I went increasingly crazy. Unbuttoned his trousers and stood up to help me undress it and quickly got rid of the boots he was wearing. He would start taking off his pants when I stopped him. I knelt down before her and slowly lowered my trousers, licking and kissing every inch of the leg that came out until it reached her feet. Then I climbed up gradually, sat again in one of the back seats for a few moments watching this wonderful woman wearing only the lingerie set. Her legs were strong, thick thighs bordered by thin waistline. She was really fleshy, those women who like to squeeze and bite.
I pulled her by the waist, making her sit back in my lap and knelt down asking that she restart hip movement.
Come, my love, rub that warm wet vagina of yours on me.
She was devoted and went on without haste, despite the latent erection. With her eyes closed she rested both knees against the armchair and rolled around a lot, generously rubbing her sex onto me. And that's what she liked too, especially because we were postponing it. So I started kissing her and massaging all over her body. Then with my teeth I lifted up her bra and stuck my face between those wonderful breasts and began to suck them alternately as far as I could into my mouth like I wanted to swallow them. Sometimes I would clench my nipples between her teeth, whipping them with my tongue in rapid movements while my large heavy hands squeezed tightly against her fleshy and soft thighs.
She whispered in my ear.
Hearing these words, I let my body slide slowly beneath her until her vagina was at the level of my mouth. I pulled away her panties with my fingers and allowed myself to sip a little bit from that wonderful secretion. She went mad and moaned loudly when she felt the touch of my tongue. I made her get up, grabbed her in one long kiss, took her on my lap and walked towards the counter. I put her back on her feet again and violently tore off her underwear, releasing once and for all her entire genitalia. I turned her against the counter and shrugged it tight, pulling her hair back and saying:
I'm going to eat you like a stallion, my little filly.
Without moving away, with her still facing the counter and back to me, I lifted her by the thighs and began to move my hips as if penetrating from behind. Her ass was absolutely wonderful and I delighted in seeing it there, trapped, delivered. I wanted to eat it violently, with a man's strength but kept wanting to keep up the rhythm that we had been keeping until then ... without hurry. These movements made her even more hallucinated and heard her whisper that she would mock again. I yelled at her....
It's raining outside, no one will hear you.
- You son of a bitch, you bastard fuck me go... fuck your girl shove that stick in my mouth
And screaming like that, she mocked again almost fainting in my arms. I helped her up and lay down on the big balcony made of acacia wood. I stood up, passed her legs over my shoulders, stuck my face between those thighs and started sucking it vigorously. She was totally soaked and I would lick her entire vagina with movements from perineum to clitoris. Sometimes I'd open her large lips and stick my tongue into them while massaging her firm little rooster with my thumb. She was now pulling my hair, and every so often I had to open her legs tightly to get rid of the pressure that her thighs were putting on my face.
- Bitch who gave birth, what a tongue... What an erection ... I love you ..
I continued there until I was sure of her newfound enjoyment. Licking her for a few more minutes, giving her time to recover physically. So I stepped back and walked towards the small two-seater couch that stood at the very bottom of the cafeteria. I sat down, opened my pants zipper and released my pussy which up till then had been hurting from so much hard work. I realized even though I hadn't yet reached orgasm he was already all fucked up. She jumped off the counter quickly and almost leapt over me. He poked my pussy as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. I'd slide my tongue all over it, reach into my bag and put one of my balls in my mouth and play with it by tossing back and forth between the two sides of my mouth while massaging it with my language.
- That's right, you whore... suck that cock of yours.
I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away only by the sensation of her hand movements and tongue around my limb. Realizing that I was going to mock, she quickly opened up just her glans, continued punching me with one hand while the other massaged my balls. Now it was she who said:
Go on, have a good time you son... make fun of me, go... I want to see your sperm gushing with pleasure ... come right away, you motherfucker... Come for me !!!!
I've never had so much fun in my life, before or since. It must have been like three minutes of coughing up sperm from a pussy that refused to go soft; it was as if I took two Viagra pills at the same time. She choked and pulled him out of her mouth and he kept jerking off all over her face, breasts, hair -- not quite his usual density but thinner and warmer inside me. Maybe it was something I fantasized about out there in another city.
My heart was beating like a million times an hour, and she kept licking her lips, and my member had softened slightly but it still throbbed. I pulled her up hard by the hair in what must have been painful movements that would normally cause complaints; she didn't even threaten to complain -- anything I did at this point is normal.
She looked me straight in the eye, laughed and said:
- Dude, you haven't got me yet.
I squeezed her against me, gave her a long kiss and then holding her by the hair again said to her:
- I'm gonna fuck you like a whore right now... You will never forget how fucked up you were today, bitch.
- I'll never forget today, ever.
I dragged her onto the couch, made her kneel on top of it... and there are no words to describe how horny I felt when I saw those fat thighs and that deliciously fleshy ass pulled up...
One of my hands grabbed that ass firmly. The other held my cock, directing it, rubbing her head against the entrance to this vagina, using it to go slowly separating those big lips. She moaned and twitched, trying to push her butt back in order to swallow my dick, but I was holding on. I wanted to judge a little bit more from her. That temptation had been the tonic for that climb up there.
- You like it, my little whore? Do you want the role of your macho bitch? Then ask me to fuck you. It's still raining outside, do you hear?
She screamed and obeyed.
- Son of a bitch, eat me right now or you'll kill me.
Ask for more, you son of a bitch.
- Put that fuckin' thing on right now, you pervert.
Upon hearing that, I let go of both hands and she slid over my dick in a strong motion.
I was laughing again, you hot son of a bitch. Did you hear me?
My dick is not that big, it's quite normal about 14 or 15 cm... but her desire was so great she loved it. I crawled my two hands into this ass full of flesh and thirst and started to stuff it hard and fast.
You feel the stick coming in, you just felt it... and gave him violent blows.
I held her by the thighs and her knees no longer touched the sofa, her face and arms resting on the couch with her legs raised in my hands.
Suddenly, she brings one of her hands up to the butt and starts massaging her own anus. As I was with both hands occupied, holding it by its legs, continued there, pumping hard and looking. I stuck my stick halfway through and made circular movements. She almost put her finger in his ass... what a delightful scene ... again shouted at him ...
- That's it, my little pussycat... stick your finger up that hot asshole of yours and let me see.
She was screaming, but she obeyed me quietly. He continued to massage until he stuck his finger in her own ass. She couldn't take it and made fun of him again. I loved it. I dropped her on the couch, ran inside... my dick throbbed ... passed my hand through a jar of margarine and came running back already licking hard cock for that bundle....
Dude, I can't take it anymore.
I grabbed her by the hair again and pulled hard.
I'm going to eat that bundle of yours, and you will have to endure it.
She let herself fall on her stomach onto the couch, and for the first time she didn't react at all.
- Viado, you son of a bitch is going to hurt me.
She started to cry, and I let my cane sit there for a few minutes while she said in her ear:
- You have a soft ass and an awesome butt.
Then I started moving it slowly, and she gave me another growling moan.
- See, you've swallowed your male cock whole, bitch.
And I started pumping her, slowly biting into his shoulders.
Oh, fuck it hurts so much... oh slow down that son of a bitch.
I gave her a break, but held on when she wanted to turn around.
- What are you going to do ?
Let me sit on you.
He pushed me into the seat next to him, a one-seat chair. Then turning his back on me he stretched out his arms behind him and resting them against the armrests of the stool, took up position and slowly sat down and swallowed my stick with his ass.
Oh, that shit's hot but it kills me.
Now roll a little, go help widen the hole.
She started rolling around and I was going crazy, holding her by the waist and helping her rub that bundle on my lap massaging my dick.
- That's right, my little whore.
But you're not going to enjoy it yet, just wait a little longer...
And speaking of which she began to go up and down rapidly. That hole, a little tight at first, no longer offered any resistance to my penetrations. She leaned all over me with her hands on her shoulders stroked my hair and started rolling frantically in my pussy...
- My macho is enjoying it, yeah? my little man from the city likes a girl in the countryside does he like my bundle eat me your coffee stew tasty feel my ass rolling on this dick... my macho go son of bitch fill me again fuck come see I want you back
- I'm loving you, my slutty bitch... love that ass and body.
I love you, son... let this shit flow inside of me. Let me feel the warm milk from my stallion filling up my arse!
And he started screaming.
Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch.
And then he jumped frantically over my bowl until I couldn't take it anymore and gave another Homeric joke, one of feeling the liquid flowing out in abundance while the bowl was still inside her.
We both almost fainted, and I fell asleep for a while with her on top of me and my stick stuck in it. In fact, I woke up when my dick came out completely soft from inside her that was still sleeping. I left her there for another twenty minutes or so watching her. I had just done the best climb of my life with someone who I'd known only a few days and whom at first glance I never imagined could give me such pleasure. The feeling of having pleasure in the other person's body, accompanied by a pleasurable "giving pleasure" to another person. A perfect surrender, mythical, almost sacred.
We've climbed many other times and always great nights but that first night, which mixed desire with the unknown will never be repeated we are both aware of this anyway it is a story to perpetuate in our minds and hearts