Getting back on the wagon
He couldn't draw his eyes away from her... Did he want to? What if he got caught. Oh, what the hell...
Mmm. Those legs, that ass. No, now was the time to look away. She was looking this way, and besides there was now rather more of a stir between his legs than he would appreciate if she were to speak to him for the first time.
"Can I help you, sir?"
A much needed distraction.
"Err yes," he rather quickly blurted out. "I'd like a double espresso and an almond pastry, please."
"Sure. It'll be on it's way shortly."
He looked back up. She was still there. She'd obviously fixed whatever the problem was with her shoe and was sitting back down at the table with what looked like a friend. They were chatting away with each other, and threw a casual look over at his table when they saw his unintentional stare.
"Fuck!" Whoops, really shouldn't have said that out loud. The adjacent tables all turned around to see what was going on. Fumbling in his pocket, he grabbed at his phone, hoping to draw attention from himself, but it was too late. He was definitely clocked.
There goes his fun on his lunch break.
"Is everything alright, sir?"
"Yes, thanks. Sorry, I just dropped my phone. Sorry for causing such a scene."
"That's fine, sir," the sympathetic waitress soothed. "Happens to the best of us. Here's your order and your bill."
"Thank you very much."
Back to his phone. Around him, people were idly chatting away again about the weather and whatever else they felt like. Normality set back in, and he rather shyly flicked through his phone at some pictures from summer 2010. Summer 2010... What a summer!
Supping on his coffee, flicking through his pictures and munching on his danish, he descended into a world of his own. It was nice here, reminiscing. What a great summer that was. Having just left university, he had spent the summer at home in the quiet coastal town he called home. And had the fortune of meeting Chloe on one of his many drunken nights out. They'd clicked, their relationship bloomed, and they were careful to take their time when it came to their moment. The photos were a wonderful reminder of all the good times they'd had together that year. Neither of them had any money as such, they just lingered in the park, on the beach, watched some football together, and spent as much time in each other's company as they could. THAT photo with them embracing on the beach that one of her friends had taken, THAT afternoon when they finally decided to take the next step. THAT afternoon when things had really flourished in their relationship.
"Excuse me."
"Oh, sorry. Just lost myself in my phone for a moment."
"Never mind." It was the other girl from the table across the way.
"Oh no, please."
"My friend and I have finished our drinks and we think they might ask us to leave in a minute, as it's so busy. Would you mind if we shared your table?"
Deliberate move on their part, or genuine concern, he wondered. His brain (and second brain) started to work overdrive. Was this really happening? He had grown used to girls ignoring any attention he gave them. Not the most attractive type, a good five stone overweight and frequently ridiculed by girls he had the temerity to even look at, he found himself strangely torn. Was he now scared of what they might actually be doing this for? He had to say yes, surely. He hadn't even spoken to them and he was already writing the off as the arseholes he had endured for much of his life. Either way, she was getting bored and looked like she was about to walk away.
"Sure, take a seat."
She waved across to her friend, who smiled across and sat at the table.
"It's nice in here."
"Yes, I'm here frequently. Come in here for a coffee on my lunch break."
"Oh, are you on lunch?"
"I'm due back at 2:30."
Twenty minutes. Damn, he'd have to head off soon.
"Same here. I've seen you here a couple of times before. Thanks for letting us sit with you."
"My pleasure."
Small talk passed with the time, and they came to the point where they had to part.
"Hey, I don't suppose I could have your number?"
"Sure. Here you go... 077..."
He reeled it off quickly, making sure she had the right number. After all, this was the first time since Chloe that a girl had even made light conversation with him.
"Will you be here tomorrow?" he asked.
"Maybe."
It was a maybe. Still a maybe. And a real maybe at that. He didn't have her number, but she most certainly had his.
He couldn't stop thinking about her, and that evening he was sat in bed nursing the most powerful erection he had experienced in a long time. He felt the familiar sensation of his right hand dropping in the direction of his penis, and rapidly slipped into performing the act with himself.
He was so distracted, he almost missed the vibration on the bed-side table.
Quickly looking up, it was an unknown number. Could it be?
"Hi. It's Rach, from the café."
It was, brilliant. Now he would put her off for sure. Gasping for breath having worked up a bit of a sweat with his right hand, he built up the courage to speak to her.
"Hi Rach." Deep breathing, this was bound to fuck this up for him. "How are you?"
"Good thanks. Although it could always be better. I could be carrying on our conversation from earlier."
He had been talking about his summer with Chloe, those pictures he was looking at had started a bit of a flurry of questions and they had got onto the subject of his status as a serial singleton.
"Ah-ha."
"Fancy coming over to mine to talk about it? I live about ten minutes away from the café. Wanna meet there in a bit and we can carry on where we left off?"
This was never happening. This never happened to him.
"Be there in twenty?" Nerves penetrated his voice.
"Yeah. Sounds great! And don't sound so nervous!"
Made again. This girl was good.
The café was largely deserted at eight in the evening. Backing onto the beach, the clientele disappeared as the sun dropped under the horizon. At least they'd have a good chance to talk. And talk they did, until closing time.
Ten o'clock and the light of the moon led them towards the beach for a stroll.
She looked up at him, and her back at him and they embraced for the first time. He took her hand and they wandered along the beach for a bit. Both with the thought of work in the back of their minds (right in the the back of their minds), they thought they'd head back towards the café and their homes. Should he ask her back to his for 'a coffee'? Would that seem too forward?
The decision was taken for him. As they shared a passionate kiss on the sand, Rach slipped her hand down the front of his jeans. Andy couldn't have wished for a more perfect response. Suddenly, everything going on in his mind was about his penis, the sensation she was giving him as he grew hard. The things he was going to do to her when she gave him the green light. He placed his hands down on the top of her thighs and slowly worked his way up between her legs.
She was definitely going to have to change her jeans. There was a really prominent wet patch where he slowly rubbed his fingers backwards and forwards. She let out a little gasp and gave a wink and pointed towards the dunes behind them. Cover from the outside, and freedom from any peering visitors.
Any doubt he had about what was to come next was soon lost. She pulled off her T-shirt, tore off her bra and whispered in his ears... "I'm ready when you are."
Not used to this, and now somewhat embarrassed if incredibly horny, he whispered back.
"Ready for what?"
"Anything you want, Andy. Anything you want. Just as long as we both leave here happy."
He looked down at her jeans, THAT damp patch.
"How about we get those jeans off for starters?"
"Thought you'd never ask".
Nature started to take his decisions from him. She was 'going commando' and the sight of her tight moist pussy drew him in. They kissed again, more passionately than before, laying down now facing each other on the grassy dune and now both without the outer layer of clothing on their lower halves, and their hands wandered again. First one finger, then two, three. Doing just what Chloe had loved, a gentle entry, find the clitoris (not difficult with Rach in this condition as she was clearly very excitied) with the middle finger and gently tickle as he drove home the other two fingers. She'd always told him it was the closest fingers could come to the feeling he gave her when he entered her for real. He could see she was experiencing serious pleasure. They broke off the kissing as pure lust drove them towards their shared goal. Knew she could find keeping the noise level down difficult. Didn't really care.
He'd only made Chloe cum once. But he knew when it happened. It had been such an intense moment for the pair of them. And he knew it was happening here. Rach let out a gentle moan, he felt her body shake a little, and a quick down at her nipples showed she could have supported shelves on them, they were that hard. The moan ascended to a low shriek and she briefly took her hand away from his now rabidly aroused penis to stifle the noise levels as she rose to peak capacity.
Satisfied that he had done what she wanted of him, Rach grabbed Andy's cock again, and tugged that little bit faster. It was the first time she had looked at it and he saw her stifle a little giggle. She was going to quit going through this with him because he was a bit smaller than what she had before. Just his luck... But no. He felt the surge within himself and ejaculated forcefully over her breast. Six full shots. She was now a mess at both ends.
He gently rubbed his cum over her chest as she sat up and took a taste of the end of his penis. It had been intense, and they clearly had both found the experience liberating.
"I'll see you in the café tomorrow? 1:30?" She asked him the question as they got back to the coffee shop.
"Definitely."
"I'll be there. Would really love to finish our conversation. And perhaps we could meet up again tomorrow evening?"
Mmm. Those legs, that ass. No, now was the time to look away. She was looking this way, and besides there was now rather more of a stir between his legs than he would appreciate if she were to speak to him for the first time.
"Can I help you, sir?"
A much needed distraction.
"Err yes," he rather quickly blurted out. "I'd like a double espresso and an almond pastry, please."
"Sure. It'll be on it's way shortly."
He looked back up. She was still there. She'd obviously fixed whatever the problem was with her shoe and was sitting back down at the table with what looked like a friend. They were chatting away with each other, and threw a casual look over at his table when they saw his unintentional stare.
"Fuck!" Whoops, really shouldn't have said that out loud. The adjacent tables all turned around to see what was going on. Fumbling in his pocket, he grabbed at his phone, hoping to draw attention from himself, but it was too late. He was definitely clocked.
There goes his fun on his lunch break.
"Is everything alright, sir?"
"Yes, thanks. Sorry, I just dropped my phone. Sorry for causing such a scene."
"That's fine, sir," the sympathetic waitress soothed. "Happens to the best of us. Here's your order and your bill."
"Thank you very much."
Back to his phone. Around him, people were idly chatting away again about the weather and whatever else they felt like. Normality set back in, and he rather shyly flicked through his phone at some pictures from summer 2010. Summer 2010... What a summer!
Supping on his coffee, flicking through his pictures and munching on his danish, he descended into a world of his own. It was nice here, reminiscing. What a great summer that was. Having just left university, he had spent the summer at home in the quiet coastal town he called home. And had the fortune of meeting Chloe on one of his many drunken nights out. They'd clicked, their relationship bloomed, and they were careful to take their time when it came to their moment. The photos were a wonderful reminder of all the good times they'd had together that year. Neither of them had any money as such, they just lingered in the park, on the beach, watched some football together, and spent as much time in each other's company as they could. THAT photo with them embracing on the beach that one of her friends had taken, THAT afternoon when they finally decided to take the next step. THAT afternoon when things had really flourished in their relationship.
"Excuse me."
"Oh, sorry. Just lost myself in my phone for a moment."
"Never mind." It was the other girl from the table across the way.
"Oh no, please."
"My friend and I have finished our drinks and we think they might ask us to leave in a minute, as it's so busy. Would you mind if we shared your table?"
Deliberate move on their part, or genuine concern, he wondered. His brain (and second brain) started to work overdrive. Was this really happening? He had grown used to girls ignoring any attention he gave them. Not the most attractive type, a good five stone overweight and frequently ridiculed by girls he had the temerity to even look at, he found himself strangely torn. Was he now scared of what they might actually be doing this for? He had to say yes, surely. He hadn't even spoken to them and he was already writing the off as the arseholes he had endured for much of his life. Either way, she was getting bored and looked like she was about to walk away.
"Sure, take a seat."
She waved across to her friend, who smiled across and sat at the table.
"It's nice in here."
"Yes, I'm here frequently. Come in here for a coffee on my lunch break."
"Oh, are you on lunch?"
"I'm due back at 2:30."
Twenty minutes. Damn, he'd have to head off soon.
"Same here. I've seen you here a couple of times before. Thanks for letting us sit with you."
"My pleasure."
Small talk passed with the time, and they came to the point where they had to part.
"Hey, I don't suppose I could have your number?"
"Sure. Here you go... 077..."
He reeled it off quickly, making sure she had the right number. After all, this was the first time since Chloe that a girl had even made light conversation with him.
"Will you be here tomorrow?" he asked.
"Maybe."
It was a maybe. Still a maybe. And a real maybe at that. He didn't have her number, but she most certainly had his.
He couldn't stop thinking about her, and that evening he was sat in bed nursing the most powerful erection he had experienced in a long time. He felt the familiar sensation of his right hand dropping in the direction of his penis, and rapidly slipped into performing the act with himself.
He was so distracted, he almost missed the vibration on the bed-side table.
Quickly looking up, it was an unknown number. Could it be?
"Hi. It's Rach, from the café."
It was, brilliant. Now he would put her off for sure. Gasping for breath having worked up a bit of a sweat with his right hand, he built up the courage to speak to her.
"Hi Rach." Deep breathing, this was bound to fuck this up for him. "How are you?"
"Good thanks. Although it could always be better. I could be carrying on our conversation from earlier."
He had been talking about his summer with Chloe, those pictures he was looking at had started a bit of a flurry of questions and they had got onto the subject of his status as a serial singleton.
"Ah-ha."
"Fancy coming over to mine to talk about it? I live about ten minutes away from the café. Wanna meet there in a bit and we can carry on where we left off?"
This was never happening. This never happened to him.
"Be there in twenty?" Nerves penetrated his voice.
"Yeah. Sounds great! And don't sound so nervous!"
Made again. This girl was good.
The café was largely deserted at eight in the evening. Backing onto the beach, the clientele disappeared as the sun dropped under the horizon. At least they'd have a good chance to talk. And talk they did, until closing time.
Ten o'clock and the light of the moon led them towards the beach for a stroll.
She looked up at him, and her back at him and they embraced for the first time. He took her hand and they wandered along the beach for a bit. Both with the thought of work in the back of their minds (right in the the back of their minds), they thought they'd head back towards the café and their homes. Should he ask her back to his for 'a coffee'? Would that seem too forward?
The decision was taken for him. As they shared a passionate kiss on the sand, Rach slipped her hand down the front of his jeans. Andy couldn't have wished for a more perfect response. Suddenly, everything going on in his mind was about his penis, the sensation she was giving him as he grew hard. The things he was going to do to her when she gave him the green light. He placed his hands down on the top of her thighs and slowly worked his way up between her legs.
She was definitely going to have to change her jeans. There was a really prominent wet patch where he slowly rubbed his fingers backwards and forwards. She let out a little gasp and gave a wink and pointed towards the dunes behind them. Cover from the outside, and freedom from any peering visitors.
Any doubt he had about what was to come next was soon lost. She pulled off her T-shirt, tore off her bra and whispered in his ears... "I'm ready when you are."
Not used to this, and now somewhat embarrassed if incredibly horny, he whispered back.
"Ready for what?"
"Anything you want, Andy. Anything you want. Just as long as we both leave here happy."
He looked down at her jeans, THAT damp patch.
"How about we get those jeans off for starters?"
"Thought you'd never ask".
Nature started to take his decisions from him. She was 'going commando' and the sight of her tight moist pussy drew him in. They kissed again, more passionately than before, laying down now facing each other on the grassy dune and now both without the outer layer of clothing on their lower halves, and their hands wandered again. First one finger, then two, three. Doing just what Chloe had loved, a gentle entry, find the clitoris (not difficult with Rach in this condition as she was clearly very excitied) with the middle finger and gently tickle as he drove home the other two fingers. She'd always told him it was the closest fingers could come to the feeling he gave her when he entered her for real. He could see she was experiencing serious pleasure. They broke off the kissing as pure lust drove them towards their shared goal. Knew she could find keeping the noise level down difficult. Didn't really care.
He'd only made Chloe cum once. But he knew when it happened. It had been such an intense moment for the pair of them. And he knew it was happening here. Rach let out a gentle moan, he felt her body shake a little, and a quick down at her nipples showed she could have supported shelves on them, they were that hard. The moan ascended to a low shriek and she briefly took her hand away from his now rabidly aroused penis to stifle the noise levels as she rose to peak capacity.
Satisfied that he had done what she wanted of him, Rach grabbed Andy's cock again, and tugged that little bit faster. It was the first time she had looked at it and he saw her stifle a little giggle. She was going to quit going through this with him because he was a bit smaller than what she had before. Just his luck... But no. He felt the surge within himself and ejaculated forcefully over her breast. Six full shots. She was now a mess at both ends.
He gently rubbed his cum over her chest as she sat up and took a taste of the end of his penis. It had been intense, and they clearly had both found the experience liberating.
"I'll see you in the café tomorrow? 1:30?" She asked him the question as they got back to the coffee shop.
"Definitely."
"I'll be there. Would really love to finish our conversation. And perhaps we could meet up again tomorrow evening?"
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