Cock In The Coffee Shop

So anyone who has got to know me on xhamster knows I love the "3 c's"; Chocolate, coffee and cats. Well, to be fair it's four c's and the other is cock, though it's more a lust thing rather than love.
I only mention this as a recent event led me to consider removing chocolate from the list and replacing it with a rather beautiful and perfect cock.

My adventure begins in "guy mode" in the little town square over the station bridge from my house. I was originally going to meet a friend in sainsbury's and get something to eat but she cancelled on me and I'd already left the house, so I thought I'd go to the local Costa and grab a coffee and sit on my laptop for a bit.
The morning was off to a good start as I opened the door and was the only one in line to be served, always a bonus and sure to never happen again!
It was also great for the woman who served me, mature, slightly shorter than me and a little bit chubby but definately not fat but she had an awesome chest and a fantastic smile which just highlighted her bright green eyes under the very short black hair. I wish I could say this was a story of how she seduced me and I got to bury my head in her giant tits, but unfortunately that's going to stay in my imagination.
After I paid I found a nice clean table in the corner, away from the windows (ugh, sunlight!) and popped out my laptop. There was only three other people in the shop; an old man who seemed to be collecting newspapers and two mums with prams and buckets of coffee larger than their c***dren.
My laptop beamed into life and immediately told me that I was running out of disk space. To be fair I didnt use it often so this wasn't all bad, plus it would give me something to do.
I began to systematically scour through folders, deleting and moving as I went when I heard the shop door open. Looking up as I tapped the delete key I saw a pretty good looking guy step up to the counter. Now I generally don't find men that attractive, but this guy looked so much like Timothy Olyphant I couldn't help but shoot him quick glances every few seconds until he turned in my direction and I busied myself by randomly clicking a folder and deleting it.
Timothy, as he will now be known, sat on the table beside mine. He looked over at me and gave me a slight nod, probably mistaking my uncharacteristic "lust-eyes" as a friendly "hello". I quickly looked back to my screen, embarrassed. The I notice that the folder I'd clicked delete on was still in mid-deletion. I cancelled it and opened the recycle bin to restore whatever it was and then clicked my way though its labyrinthine sub-folders. After the sixth or seventh folder my screen suddenly fills with a hundred little thumbnail pictures of half-naked and totally naked flesh. Quick as anything I pull my laptop toward the wall to prevent the old man, Timothy or the waitress from seeing.
I could see from the corner of my eye that Timothy had looked up from his coffee. It must've looked suspicious but better than showing the shop a mountain of porn. I looked back at the screen and flicked my eyes over the images. They were me, well, Kit. Tons of pictures I had taken years ago, and fucking great ones too.
I'm not sure if i'm alone in this, but there is a very strange feeling that comes over me when I look at myself in gurl-mode, posing and smiling, spreading my legs and my ass-cheeks, fingers deep in my anus or legs crossed in the air with my balls dangling between them. I get very turned on, especially if they're pics or vids I haven't seen in ages or at all. Perhaps it's the fact I don't see it as "me" but rather I see them as "Kit". I would love to fuck her, basically.
Anyway, so these pics are just staring back at me, a whole folder of about seventy images, all different dresses, uniforms, skirts and socks. There's also another folder (always titled "new folder", i'm not organised enough to name my porn!), I open it and almost jerk my arm into my coffee mug in shock/excitement; more thumbnails but this time of video files. There must be fifteen gigs worth of images and videos altogether. I had no idea I'd kept it all, hell, I had no idea I'd filmed it. From the looks of it, they'd been done the same time as the pics; each video thumbnail was a different outfit that corresponded to the pictures. One was a perfect still shot of a bright pink didldo halfway in my bumhole. I felt a tingle shoot down to my dick, I wanted to watch it. I had to flick through it, just to see that dong slide into my ass and out again.
I double clicked.
The video player popped up and began to show Kit with long brown hair (omg, when my hair was naturally long and done in pigtails! Memories flew back, these videos were from webcam shows I did years and years ago! I just didn't remember from the pics alone), I watched as she slowly carressed the shiney pink dildo, rubbing it up and down with her fingers, I could even see the slight nervous shake of my, no; HER hands as they worked the lube over the rubber. She stuck her tongue out and backed away from the camera, revealing a wooden chair and planted the rubber dong onto it. Wiggling her ass, making the tiny skirt swish and revealing the butt-creases, before lifting one leg high-over the chair and plunging straight down onto that slick rubber dick. Her back arched in slightly, but the penetration was covered by the skirt, as if reading my mind, she lifted it up and tucked it into the beltline, giving full view of that tiny round ass, flat on the chair, pink toy nowhere in sight...until her legs strained slightly and lifted her up, anus stretching out a little as it followed the shape and girth of the toy, then retracting as the toy plopped out, kits' asshole flexing open and closed as she stood over it.
I was hard, my cock bulging from beneath my jeans. I closed the video player quickly as I realised i had become lost and fixated on it. I looked up from the laptop and saw the waitress cleaning the counter and the two mums still chatting. Thankgod the sound was off.
I let out a little sigh of relief and double clicked another folder.
"That looked pretty cool." A low voice said from left.
I looked over at Timothy; he was looking at his coffee as he stirred it round and round.
"What did?" I asked, trying to sound confident and innocent, like I just missed breaking news on the telly.
He stopped stirring, closed his eyes briefly and then shot me a sidelong look.
"That video" He whispered, "the girl in it was just my type, knows how she likes it."
He thought it was a girl? Now I thought about it, I, Kit, had been facing away from the camera...no cock in sight.
"I know her." I don't know why I said it. It was as bad as the old batman tv show; where bruce wayne says he's best friends with batman.
"Girlfriend?" He asked.
"Not quite." I replied, "More like a fuckbuddy." Now that was kind of true, depending how you look at it.
"Nice." He said, smiling. It was a smile that men perform when the congratulate someone or show how proud they are.
"She like taking it in the ass?" He asked after a few silent seconds.
"Exclusively." A smile spreading across my face as I looked him in the eye.
I think this was the point where he clicked. He went quiet and sheepish for a few minutes and went back to focusing on his coffee.
I lost the nerve to hang around and began packing my stuff away, gulping the last of my coffee.
"You...want another?"
I stopped as I tucked in my chair, laptop under my arm. "sure." I replied and sat at his table.

It took a few minutes, from a new cup of caramel latte, to laptop fired back up, a few fake laughs like we were watching a comedy show... we were just two mates, sitting very close together to watch the funny american sitcom on the tiny laptop screen.
In reality, Timothy was frantically clicking every picture that revealed Kits' ass, any image that had her with a toy or finger in or around her hole and scanning through multiple videos.
"This is a work of art." He said quietly, as Kit pulled out a fully inflated buttplug from her slick, shiney bum.
I smiled, admittedly embarrassed, looking anywhere but at him or the screen. His hand, though, found mine under the table, at first I thought he was just going to hold it - that would have been freaky, I dont like kissing, holding hands or hugging. Luckily, however, he was just guiding me to find his stiff member.
Fuck, through his jeans, it felt as thick as my wrist! I could feel it twitch, desperately wanting to be free...or put in a warm, moist, tongue-inhabited temporary home.
He laughed again, I smiled; had to keep up the act. I don't even know why anymore, no one cared.
My hand rubbed hard against his jean-clad cock, he groaned very slightly everytime I ran the ball of my hand over the head of his penis. I used a lot of pressure, really digging down everytime I got to the tip. It seemed to drive him crazy.
He dropped his hands back under the table and began undoing his belt.
Panick slapped me in the face, this was getting a bit dangerous. But brain and hand were obviously not in talks with each other - my hand followed his lead and shot up and over his boxer elastic as soon as his jean fly was pulled open.
I grabbed his slightly moist, slightly tacky manhood, gripped it, loosened, gripped again, I wanted a firm hold, I wanted an image in my head of this dick.
My index finger snaked towards the tip, the fleshy hood just pinchable, not quite retracted over his engorged helmet. Gooey. Precum galore, I rubbed it around and around with my finger, sliding it under the skin and then pulling it back until it rolled into place, exposing the cock head.
I began to pump him. The video now playing was Kit on her back, legs high in the air as her hands stretched her butt cheeks open, revealing a little puckered starfish and flexing those "starfish" muscles.
Timothy groaned again as I twisted around and around whilst pumping away at his horn. I could feel the pre-cock juice that had gone onto the inside of his pants now on my fingers, slippery and sweet.
"Harder." He whispered, breathless and strained,
I stopped my little twisty motion and instead began to pull hard, the angle wasn't quite right and my bicep and elbow began to burn after a couple of pulls. His cock became extremely slippery, this guy was just leaking precum. I yanked hard and my hand hit the underside on the table, causing the coffee cups to rattle.
I like to think when the customers and waitress looked over at that point they saw two people REALLY interested and absorbed in a not-so-funny-anymore show on the laptop.
I hadn't stopped though, not wanking him so to speak, but my finger and thumb carressing his big, wet cockhead. I really wanted that tip in my mouth, just to feel it pulse and twitch and expand within me.
After a few seconds, the coffee shop crew had lost interest in looking at us and I switched up my hand position; now index finger and thumb was at the base of his dic, the good ol' reverse wank.
I tilted slightly to an angle and with a little renewed vigor, shook the fuck out of his cock, he started breathing pretty quick and I felt his knob expand in my grip and within a few more seconds I had warm, slimey cum all up my wrist and saw it shoot over to the table I was previously at. Somehow, Timothy had come loose from the confines of his boxers and the angle I had his cock at was bang on target...if that was my intended target.
The cum shot was epic, not long ropes of cum, more like a spray, flying everywhere. I dubbed him the Messy Cummer.
While Timothy sorted out his mess and put his boxers and jeans together, I sc****d the cum off my wrist with the little wooden spatula and mixed it into my coffee.

Caramel latte and good cum equals win.

It was a miracle we got away with the whole thing and sometimes I fantasize about if we got caught; the waitress wouldve joined in, bouncing her beautiful tits in my face whilst the two mums made out with each other before we all got involed in a gangbang; taking it in turns to lick and suck Timothys cock, having the waitress rim me while he thrusts his dick into my mouth and the milfs film the whole thing POV style as they muff dive.
But thats my bedtime fantasy.

Timothy and I agreed to leave at different intervals, so I said goodbye in a really dumb way and strode from the shop, opening the door and placing my hand in my pocket. I smiled. He had put his number in my pocket, definately not the last of our adventures,turning around as the door swung shut, I lifted a hand goodbye and noticed with horror; the old man, who had been swamped in newspapers when I went in, had a fantastic, front row seat of everything.

Sorry, Oldman. Next time I'll wank you off too. On second thoughts, Kit will...she's much better at it and prettier to look at.