Friday, February 15, 2013

Where Will I Meet You?

 A short while ago I had a meeting with a young man that turned out a little differently than either of us expected.
"I will meet you at the Coffee Club, the one in the new shopping centre behind Bunnings."

"OK. No worries. Looking forward to it."

And so my morning was reserved to meet a guy for coffee. A guy who was a bit younger than me and who I wasn't entirely sure about. I am not enough of a veteran of such meets to be completely jaded by them. Hell I could probably count the number of this kind of meeting I have been to on one hand. Oddly I can't think of one that has actually ended in sex. Scrap that, there was the time I went to Myers, and then there was the time I …. OK you get the picture. 

So I am a bit ambivalent about these meetings. I have yet to meet someone in person who matched what I thought they would look like, even after seeing their photo and somehow the image of a person you build up after chatting tho them for a while doesn't always match the actual person. 

He was on time. That was a plus. He was taller than me, which was also a huge plus. It's not that I don't like short guys as such. But if you ask for my preference, taller is better. We recognised each other and he made his way over to the table where I was sitting. The first few moments were that awkward getting to know you kind of conversation. It is always interesting with these meetings. The questions burning in your mind are not usually "How was your weekend?" or "How has work been this week?" The burning questions are more like "Does he still want to fuck me?", "Do I still want to fuck him?", "What really gets him going" etc.

Somehow we got around to the sex talk. By this time the café was full. The tables were pretty close together and I am sure that the people at the next table could have easily eavesdropped on our conversation if they chose to. They would have had their minds opened if they did. We talked about everything from cock size to dogging. At one point in the conversation he pushed his chair back from the table a little and I could see into his lap. It wasn't really obvious but I could see his erection through his slacks. I didn't try to hide that I was looking at him. The fact that he was so turned on just made me even more turned on. 

When I had discussed this meeting with my husband I had stated that there would be no sex. It was just platonic coffee and if we were both interested sex would follow at a later date. But that morning as I chose my dress I kind of wished that sex was on the table. My body had other ideas and chose that day to start my period. Sex was definitely out of the question now. Being told by the gods that I wasn't allowed to have sex just made me want it more. In a fit of pique I was determined that there would be no pleasure. Not even a head job. I had done that one other time, given a guy a head job after we met, for pretty much the same reason. But today if I wasn't allowed to have fun neither was anyone else!

As we finished our coffees and talked and twisted each other's minds a little I felt that I needed some kind of sexual interaction or I was going to explode. In my mind I thought about the café and the shops next door. There wasn't really anywhere private here, unless….
He came back from paying the bill. 

"Where are you parked?" I asked.

"Out the front." He replied. "Why?"

"Nothing," I replied, still arguing with myself about whether this was a good idea or not. 

"Where did you park?" He asked. I could see he was a little intrigued. 

"In the car park near Bunnings." I don't want to look at him, especially not his pants. I don't want to think about the cock in there. 

"What are you thinking?" he is smiling now. He knows that I am not thinking about the chores I have to do that afternoon.

"Just stuff," I reply. "I was just thinking about how many people would be out in the car park. That is all."

He holds out his hand towards me. "Let's go and find out then shall we." 

We make our way out of the café and to the car park. As I thought there are a few people around but not a massive number. We sit on the bonnet of my car for a few moments, talking crap. I am nervous and excited, and horny. So frigging horny. For about the millionth time that day I cursed Eve and the red visitor.

We sit in the front seat of my car for another few moments. He is a little hesitant. I watch a couple of people coming and going in the car park before I turn to him and say,

"Well, let's see it then." I ask in a semi -joking sort of way. I really suck at asking for things politely but he obliges. He is hard. I don't waste a lot of time. I don't know if it is me or if I am absorbing how horny he is but I just want to suck him right down the back of my throat. The feeling of him in my mouth is incredible. I haven't been this turned on by giving a head job in a really long time but I am almost orgasming just from sucking this guy's cock. 

It is a warm day and there is no shade in the car park. The sun beams down through the sunroof of my car but I really don't care. All I care about is sucking this guy as deep as I can. The skin of his cock is so smooth against my lips. It slips in and out of my mouth easily. Between my moans of pleasure I hear him whispering to me how good it feels to have my mouth on his cock. My cunt aches to feel his hand on her. He tells me how he wants to feel me and put his fingers inside me. I want that too but I stop him from touching me. 

Sweat is pouring out of my forehead and running down my face. Normally I can't stand the sensation of trickles of sweat but today I don't care. A flood could be running over me and all I would want is this cock. I taste a drop of pre-cum and a spasm goes through me. I cannot wait to taste him. 

Finally I come up for a little air. I hold his cock in my hand; it is slippery and wet from my mouth. Even though he has barely touched me I am wound up with such pleasure it is incredible. He reaches down and flicks my nipple through the fabric of my dress. I am not wearing a bra underneath and my nipples are like rocks in my dress. I twinge in pleasure at his touch. I wish I could take him home so that he could undress me and worship my nipple properly. 

"If you keep sucking me like that I am going to cum in your mouth," he says softly.

"That is OK." I reply. "I like that."

He seems surprised, "Really? You are OK with that?" 

"Definitely," I reassure him. If only he knew how much I am craving the taste of him.
I lean down and take his cock into my mouth. 

"You do that so well, I love the feel of you sucking my cock." He murmurs to me. "Are you sure you want my cum in your mouth?"

My mouth is a little full but I nod and moan "Uh huh" over his dick.
His hands are resting on my back, I taste a little jet of pre cum in my mouth. "I am so close now," he tells me. 

The first small jet of cum shoots over my tongue before he says "I am gonna cum," I keep sucking, holding his cum in my mouth. I don't want to swallow it yet. I feel his cock throbbing as his climax takes over his body. There is so much cum. I kind of wish he was spraying it over my body. 

When he finishes I let his cock slip gently from my mouth. I reach for my handbag and take out my phone so that I can take a picture to send to my husband. This image and the sharing of my adventure will be like living the morning all over again. 

As we said our goodbyes he commented to me "I will never be able to drive past Bunnings without a smile on my face again."

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1 comment:

  1. I'm occasionally at Bunnings buying things for work field trips. I now have this thought about a chance meeting with a beautiful woman in the isles, me in my work clothes, her in a beautiful dress. I help her select the right item to purchase (even though she doesn't need my help she pretends she does and gives me a cheeky grin). I follow her through the register to our cars, parked side by side where she thanks me in a similar way to which you described above. Only this time there is no reason for me not to return the pleasure... and so it happens.