Posted Sun May 24, 2015 09:44 AM
My entire life I’ve been a creature of routines. Whether it was when I was going to school, swimming in college or now that I’m in the “real world”. I always find a way to schedule everything I do.
Normally I wake up at 4:15 and go for a run, 5:30 take a quick shower. At 5:55 I drive to the local bagel store and sit at the same corner table with my computer. 6:05 the waitress brings me a plain bagel with light strawberry cream cheese, a bowl of mixed fruit, and a Mocha Latte. I write until 7:45 while eating all the fruit and almost never more than half the bagel. Then I drive to my appointments and do my real job.
Today, I’m fucked.
Plain and simple my routine is in a shambles. I didn’t wake up until 5:35. I missed my morning run. I couldn’t find any clean clothes other than a simple yellow sundress and had to spend the next 15 minutes ironing it. Then I walked into the bagel shop is 6:12 and my normal waitress wasn’t there. I ordered my usual bagel, latte and fruit and turned to walk to “my” table but there was a man sitting there.
I hesitated. I always sat there. I could lean against the wall and turn my computer away from everyone so they couldn’t see me writing. There was a power socket right next to the table so I could keep the battery on in my computer fully charged. It was “my” table.
I scanned the room and found another table but quickly rejected it. It was in a corner but the store windows were right next to the table and someone might see what I’m writing.
There were plenty of booths around the room but I finally settled on a small table in this little room. No one was in the room but it just felt weird to have to be in the little room. Alone in the little room.
I opened my computer and reached for the power cord but I couldn’t find a wall socket. The battery was at 99% so it shouldn’t be a big deal but still, I always like to keep it at full charge.
I logged onto my blog and checked to see if I had any new comments from the latest story I posted, there were three.
The first comment read, “Amazing! You get me so hard.” Next was “Wow, I love how you make me feel like I’m in your stories”, and the last comment was “I want to fuck you so hard. Do you suck cock like the girl in your story?”
It was a guilty pleasure. Seeing what people thought about the stories that I wrote and posted. Reading what they thought about these fantasies that appeared in my head. They might be created from simply seeing a picture of a beautiful erotic model or it might be from something that happened in my life but when I saw the comments people left I always felt good about it.
I hadn’t written a story in a week and I was struggling with my latest one. I could see the girl and I could see the guy in my mind but I was having a hard time making them connect. Sure I could do the typical “Boy meets girl. Girl likes boy. They kiss. He pins her to a wall and grinds on her. They have sex. She cums. He cums.” kind of thing but that’s boring.
My bagel, fruit, and coffee finally arrived and I desperately thanked the young waiter and took the coffee in hand.
Without delay I brought the coffee to my lips and took a quick sip.
Oh, that’s gross and hot, I thought as I looked for somewhere to spit out the foul tasting liquid before taking the lid off the coffee and spitting it into the cup. The cup was a midnight black liquid with no cream, steamed milk or anything. It tasted like espresso that was unsweetened, not my normal Mocha Latte.
A chime rang out from my computer as a new comment was posted to a story. I ignored it and went to get a new coffee. When I got back to my seat I looked at the monitor and it showed that there were 4 new comments on my latest story.
Wow, I thought, that was pretty quick. I normally only get a few for an entire story.
“You never answered my question. Do you suck cock like the girl in your story?” read the first message.
“WTF!!! You know she does. There's not doubt that she does. Even if she doesn’t. In my mind she’s fucking gooooooooooood. It doesn’t matter if she swallows or not. Believe me she knows how to give head and I have no doubt she’s fucking hot,” read the second comment.
“You guys are idiots. Leave her alone. Their just stories that she writes. It’s not about her sex life,” the third comment read.
“Oh fuck yeah she’s hot. Her head down staring at her computer. A little wisp of blonde hair dangling uncontrolled in front of her face that she brushes back behind her ear every now and then. The sundress that she’s wearing showing off her long neck and just a hint of her chest and shoulders. When she looks up her blue eyes are soft and innocent. She has long thin fingers that dance across the keyboard and gently caress the keys. Dude, let me tell you. She is fucking sexy beyond any dream you might have,” read the last comment.
After I read the last comment I took a deep breath to control the panic I was feeling. I placed my hand on lid and slowly closed it while I looked up to see who was around.
No one. Not a single person in sight. I scanned around and couldn’t even see a waiter or any patron from where I was sitting.
All at once I became aware that I was wearing my yellow sundress and a lock of hair was dangling down on my cheek. In a panic I put my computer into my bag and got up from the table. I turned the corner and tried the handle on the bathroom door. It wasn’t locked so I pushed it open only to find a tall, slender man with black hair standing at the toilet with his penis in his hand. He was going to the bathroom and I had just walked in on him.
“Oh my … I … ummmm … saa … saaa … sorry. It was unlocked. I … ah … sorry!” I stammered and retreated.
What the heck’s happening today? I stood in the hall wondering as a deep case of embarrassment washed over me. I could feel the blood surging to my face and my skin turning red. I tried to hide my face in my hands but I’m sure the glow of red radiated out.
A few seconds later the tall handsome man from the bathroom walked out with a broad grin on his face.
Before he could say a word I launched an all-out apology assault on him, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. The door wasn’t locked. I just… I’m really sorry. I didn’t see anything. I’m sorry.”
He just smiled at me and said, “It’s okay. It’s not every day that a beautiful woman walks in on me. Are you okay? If you get any redder I have a feeling you’re going to pop.”
And he laughed. He had a broad smile on his face and he was laughing. I on the other hand was mortified. I may write erotic stories for fun but I very rarely, well, never walk in on a man holding his penis in his hand while standing at the toilet.
“How about this? I’ll guard the door while you freshen up. Then I’ll buy you a coffee and we can get to know each other. What do you say?”
When I walked out of the bathroom I turned to find Mr. Penis Holder standing there holding two coffees.
“Here you go. One Mocha Latte for the lady and a plain black double espresso for me,” said Mr. Penis Holder.
The first thought that went through my head was “I really hope he washed his hands”. That was closely followed by me asking “How did you know I drank Mocha Latte?”
He smiled at me and said, “I didn’t but the waitress did. I asked.”
“Thank you,” I responded with a timid smile.
“Would you like to get a table? We can sit down, talk, and maybe we can get to know each other a little. I mean more than just my bathroom habits and my abilities to figure out your taste in coffee.”
I smiled while pursing my lips and looked at Mr. Penis Holder, “Sure”
Boy meets girl. Girl likes boy kept running through my head. Seriously how cliché. It never really happens like that. After two hour of talking I came to the realization that I was past my time to leave. My routine was falling farther and farther out of whack. It was Saturday and I really didn’t have anything to do but my routine. I needed to get home and clean my apartment. I needed to look at my schedule.
“I really need to get going. I have … umm. I have to go,” I stammered.
“You know. I’m not sure I can let you go this easily. Can I at least get your phone number? I mean, after all you do have a very awkward way of meeting men.”
“What? What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, you clearly knew I was in the bathroom and you walked in on me. You acted all bashful but were staring directly at my ‘package’. I mean a simple ‘Hi’ would be easier,” Dennis, a.k.a. Mr. Penis Holder teased.
“I was not looking at your, mmmhmmmm,” I said with a slightly smile on my face.
“Admit it. You peeked didn’t you?”
“Oh my God. No. I didn’t see anything. Which I might add might possibly be a little concerning for you,” I teased back.
“So you did look? I knew it.” Dennis asked.
“Well maybe just a little and I stress little,” I smiled.
“I’ll have you know that’s only because ‘he’ gets shy around beautiful young ladies and I knew you looked.”
“I only saw the ‘tip’, only the tip,” I said as I stood up and walked toward the bathroom,” smiling over my shoulder as I walked away.
What am I doing? This never happens to me. What about the ‘Comments’? What was that all about?
I walked in the bathroom and turned to lock the door but there was a hand on the doorknob slowly pushing it open and Dennis walked in.
His hand quickly came up and expertly slipped behind my neck and in front of my ear. He tilted my head back and closed the gap between our lips.
“The tip? No, how about a lot more than just the tip,” Dennis said and placed his lips on mine and controlled a powerful kiss.
Dennis spun me around and pressed me against the wall. His legs slipped between my thighs and he lifted up. The firmness of his thigh pressing against my moist panties.
What the fuck? Seriously? Boy meets girl, girl likes boy, boy grinds girl. This doesn’t really happen!
Dennis’ leg was pressing hard again my pussy as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. His hand was pushing the straps of my sundress over my shoulders and my dress dropped down to my hips.
“No bra? Yeah! You wanted way more than just the tip when you came here this morning didn’t you?”
I didn’t answer. I just responded by pushing Dennis away from me so I could pull his shirt off and let my dress drop to the floor.
Dennis pushed my panties to the floor and I stepped out of them. He slipped them into his pocket and unbutton his pants. No words were spoken. It was all done by instinct. Dennis spun me around and pushed me toward the wall. He spread my legs and stepped up behind me.
I could feel the Dennis’ cock pressing against my ass but I was as far from ready as you could be when he thrust his cock into me. There was no tender loving moment or a long slow ‘inch by inch’ entry. He just positioned himself at the opening of my pussy and pushed himself into me. My legs started to buckle from the rush as my body accepted him inside. I tried to hold onto the wall to keep myself from falling as Dennis thrust deep into me. Never slowing. A battering ram slamming into me ending with a smacking sound of his hips hitting my ass. He firmly held my hips and pulled me back into him with each thrust.
There was no warning. Maybe be I whimpered a little but when my orgasm came over me my legs just gave out. Other than the battering ram of a cock pounding into me and Dennis’ hands on my hips I would have fallen. I had gone limp but that didn’t stop Dennis.
Dennis continued to drive deep into me until he finally pushed deep against me and pulled my ass tight to him. He held us together for a few seconds then thrust deeper. After a few spasms Dennis lifted me against the wall and kissed me deep.
“I think that was a little more than just the tip!” Dennis teased.
“Maybe just a little bit,” I responded while wincing as his cock slipped out of me.
“Quick get dressed. Someone wants to get in here.” Dennis said.
I didn’t say a word. I just did as I was told and pulled my dress on. I looked around for my panties but couldn’t find them so I just pulled my dress on, slipped my feet into my shoes, and grabbed my bag.
We walked out of the bathroom and into the café. Dennis took my hand and stopped in the line.
“Let’s grab a coffee. Make sure you stand with your feet apart,” Dennis said with a devious smile.
“huh, what? Why” I whispered.
As I stood there I came to understand why Dennis had that devious smile on his face. His cum started to seep out of my pussy and onto my thighs. I could feel it starting to drip. I looked down in horror to see little drops on the floor between my legs.
“Keep your feet spread or it’ll get on your shoes,” Dennis said with a little chuckle.
“I don’t think it matters. It’s already down to my knee. I really don't like you." I said.
"How can you say that. You don't even know me."
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