The Coffee Shop

Transcript

Hey, it's Leigh. Cozy up. It's time for a story.

I walked into my regular coffee shop, the place I go to when I need to clear my head and actually do some work. Today was a little different, because I also wanted to play. I ordered my regular flat white and something to eat, waited for it to be finished, and then found a quiet table over in the corner.

Today was different. Spicier. I had work to do, sure, but I also had the most perfect pink curved toy pressing against my G-spot in my clit.

I wasn't sure who was around to play. You see, it is an app-controlled toy, and time zones make it difficult to find play partners sometimes. I found a pattern and put it on, low and slow, giving me enough time and space to focus on the writing that I needed to do, but low enough to send vibrations all through my body.

All of a sudden, I felt a new pattern starting to take form. It caught my breath in my throat, and I needed to excuse myself just for a moment. I went outside to get some fresh air, and when I came back, there was a piece of paper lying on my laptop.

Someone had left me a note. Opening it up was just a description of a man, so I looked up and glanced around the coffee shop, wondering who this person could be. My eyes met his, and they locked on him.

He confirmed that it was him on my lesh by making it jump up a few notches. I'd forgotten that I didn't turn the sensitivity down last time, so I was squirming in my seat. He left me his phone number, so I sent him a quick text to introduce myself.

Hey, it's Leigh. He responded, telling me to be quiet, to not move, and to just start writing. He had seen what was on my laptop, a story about a girl living out some of her fantasies.

He was intrigued and wanted to help me live out one of mine. The waves started crashing over my body. I let out a low moan as I started coming.

Right there, with everyone to see, my phone lit up and he said I broke the rules. He had told me to be quiet, to just work, and to enjoy what his fingers were doing on his phone. I giggled in my seat, knowing that maybe I wasn't a good girl after all.

I sent him a message back saying in five minutes it was up to him whether he wanted to meet me or stay where he was. Still, with the toy vibrating inside of me, I made my way to the bathroom, and I waited. Those five minutes felt like an eternity, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw the handle of the door turn.

Ever so quietly, he entered the bathroom, pushed me against the wall, one hand tangled in the back of my hair and the other gripping my waist, pressing our foreheads against each other. I started coming again, feeling it running down my legs and biting my lips, staring up at him towering over me. Breathless, he slid my pants down and his fingers inside of me.

I knew in no time I was going to come again. He was impressed at my restraint, impressed at my explosion, eyes still locked on each other, his hand still tangled in my hair. He started swirling his other fingers inside of me, twisting my toy ever so slightly so it could face the opposite way, and then he grabbed my hip, made a motion to turn me around.

My cheek was pressed against the cold tile of the bathroom wall as he traced his hands down the curve of my back. He slid my thong off to the side and plunged his cock deep into me. I raised my knee ever so slightly.

Being 5'2", standing can be difficult, but it was almost like he knew exactly what I needed, what I wanted. He held my knee up and fucked me hard. I let him moan, escape, arched my back, and started coming hard on his cock.

He kept thrusting in and out, my juices spreading all the way down my leg and all over him. Just when I thought he was about to explode inside of me, he turned me around and lifted me up, pinning me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, licking and biting his neck.

I asked him to fuck me hard, to make me come again, slowly, gently. He bounced me up and down on his cock. He'd let me hover down at the bottom ever so slightly so I could grind against him, locking my feet around his waist at his back.

Gripping the back of his head. I licked his ear and told him that I wanted him to come in me. He started fucking me harder and harder until this man whose name I didn't even know started shooting his cum deep inside of me.

I could feel it running out, dripping down on the floor. I licked up the length of his neck and whispered, thank you, kissed his cheek and slid off of his cock. Instead of going back to my table, I got down on my knees.

I looked up at him and winked and said, it looks like I made quite the mess here. I should probably clean that up. And I ran my tongue up and down the length of his cock, swirling it around the head, cleaning up all of my cum and all of his.

He stayed hard the entire time and I knew that if he wanted to, I could fuck again. But instead I stood up, was a good girl and said thank you and made my way back to my table. By that time, my toy had completely died.

He'd killed the battery and fucked me until my brain melted. It made for a good story. And I had a new play partner right there in my phone.

Until next time, thanks for listening.