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This week the prompt was;
Through a headachy fog I came up with the following which just happens to be a little fantasy I have been harbouring for a while.
As Susan touched the little box in her pocket the corners of the box stabbed into her thigh reminding her of what she had come here to do. As she lifted her coffee to her lips she felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach and a slight quiver in her wrist. She was forced to put her cup down for a moment. Then she saw him. It is strange how you can always recognise people even though you have never really seen them before. She recognised some of his features from his photograph, the way his hair fell down over his face and the fullness of his lips. At the same time he looked nothing like his photo and she felt as if she had never spoken to him before. For a fleeting moment panic flashed through her, what was she doing here? What was she thinking agreeing to this? The time she had spent chatting with this man seemed irrelevant and she felt like an awkward schoolgirl on her first date.
"Susan?" he stopped beside her table looking down at her enquiringly.
She half stood to greet him, then the weight between her legs reminded her again of what she had come to do. Her eyes slid to the side noting where he was sitting on the other side of the coffee shop reading the paper, his face hidden from her. Despite this it felt as if his eyes were boring a hole through the paper, watching her every move.
"Hello Grant," she smiled warmly looking him straight in the eye.
"It is nice to meet you at last," he held her hand longer than normally, releasing it only as they sat. "I have to say that you are as lovely as I fantasised."
A throb went through her groin at his choice of words. She remembered his text from last night.
This is what fantasising about you has done to me.
Accompanied by a picture of his cock hard and gripped in the hand that now rested on the table. A new surge of wetness collected on her already damp panties.
Grant signalled to the waitress and ordered a coffee. "Did you want anything to go with your coffee?" he asked her.
"No thank you." Susan answered. She could feel the eyes boring into her from across the room. It felt as if all of the eyes in the room were watching her right then. It was as if everyone knew what she was holding between her thighs and what she planned to do that day. For a moment she was overwhelmed by the thought of a thousand pairs of eyes looking at her watching her wantonness.
She took a deep breath and reached into her pocket to retrieve the box. Without speaking she placed it on the table between them. It sat there, unmarked and giving no clue of the contents and the purpose of them before Grant reached forward and took it in his hands. In her mind Susan heard a collective gasp from the thousand people in the room watching her. She pressed her thighs together under the table, trying to supress the throbbing that had erupted in her clit. It felt as if she had a tiny penis growing in her panties.
The waitress brought Grant's coffee and he nodded thanks as he held the box under the table to inspect the contents. Across the room the man had put the paper down and was watching her intently.
The buzz jolted through her and made her jump. Her heart was thundering as she looked across at him. His brown eyes were twinkling as he took a sip of coffee. "Sorry just getting used to the controls," he apologised.
Susan clasped her hands in her lap and struggled to control her breathing as the buzz started again, this time, more slowly. Heat spread through her belly. Her sensitive clit grew even larger. The muscles of her pussy clamped around the vibrations as they increased sending warm pleasure through her.
Then they stopped. She almost wimpered in disappointment as everything in her panties went still. She felt as if she was sitting in a pool of her own juices but she didn't care. All she wanted was more buzzing. Across the table Gant sipped his coffee.
"So what is it that you are studying?" he asked as if they were two friends catching up.
"Business," Susan's voice didn't sound normal to her.
"Sounds interesting," Grant took another sip of his coffee and another buzz shot through Susan's cunt. This time he didn't ease her into it. He let her have the full force of throbbing vibrations for a second before taking it away again. "You must be good at keeping things in order then."
Susan took another breath to steady herself. Her cunt ached. She wanted more than buzzing now. The image of Grant's cock was almost all she could think about. She wanted to be filled with him. "Yes," she forced herself to sound normal.
"You like things to be neat and orderly and how you expected then?" He looked at her intently as the buzzing started again. This time it was faint, the wetness of her cunt made it almost impossible to feel. She clamped her pussy hard around her vibe taking comfort from the feeling of the hard plastic inside her. Her phone pinged on the table beside her. She picked it up and checked her message. Underneath an image of a familiar cock was the following message,
I am hard and I am waiting to watch you.
"Everything OK?" Grant asked as she looked up.
"Definitely," she tipped the last of her coffee into her mouth. There was more buzzing in her cunt. The ache to be filled by a cock was almost unbearable now. She looked across the table into his eyes, challenging him.
"So," she let the word hang between them.
Grant took up the challenge. He too drained his coffee.
"Lead the way," He stood and reached his hand out to her. She smiled inwardly as she noted the bulge in his pants.
The made their way purposefully to the carpark. Susan led the way to the far corner where she had parked. Looking him in the eye she pulled up the hem of her dress up and slid her panties down to her ankles. Looking over his shoulder she could see him leaning casually on the bonnet of a car parked a couple of rows away. She opened her knees and slid the vibe out of her cunt. As she did so she grazed her clit and gasped at the shock.
Grant watched as she held the vibe to her own lips and licked her juice from it before she turned and bent over the car with her legs spread as wide as her panties would allow. She waited resting her hot face against the cool metal of the car. There was a quiet jingle of a buckle and the sound of a zipper before she felt her dress being lifted. His cock slid into her slowly filling her just the way she had hoped. His breath was hot in her ear,
"You are so fucking wet you horny little thing,"
He slid his cock out before pounding it back in.