We Finally Meet, in the Coffee Shop

*** Please do not use this story as your own or I'll be f***ed to find you and expose you for the fraud you are! ***

We have decided to meet. Just to talk, though our discussions via email and phone and chat have been saturated with sexual innuendos. I'm walking into that COZY coffee shop to see you for the first time. Wow, the anticipation is building. And we have a cozy place in a corner. Where there is a bench seat, but only on one side of the table (which has a floor length tablecloth on it) so we have to sit next to one another. That works, right? And we hug and peck each other on the cheek....like we are old friends. Well we are friends....

I have an above-the-knee pencil skirt that buttons (small buttons) down the front and a jacket/blazer, so that you can see my camisole just at the V in my jacket's neckline. I have on nylons and heels.

And we get to talking, and soon I cross my leg. That is the first that you notice what I am most lovingly showing you - as my skirt creeps up my leg - you can see the tops of the stockings and you realize these are not pantyhose! I see you looking, glancing, and decide to give you a little more to look at, and show you the spot where the stocking meets my leg, and the garter. Hmmmm. You have no idea what is coming next, you figure that this is just the style of nylons I like to wear.

Then, since the lights are rather dim, and since we are almost alone in this coffee shop, and since I don't care who else is there (in terms of the wait staff), I want to show you my camisole. So I make some comment about being a bit warm and start to unbutton my jacket. You're talking, and then you stop - because you see that it is not a camisole that I have on - it's something much more..... sexy. My breasts, which you had noticed before as large, round and well-supported, are almost bursting out of my lingerie. And it becomes apparent to you that this lingerie is the same color as the garters, so you realize that this is.....well, who knows? Maybe I just like to match my lingerie and my garter belt.

That lingerie, it's a corset, and you are soon to find that out when I start unbuttoning the lower buttons of my skirt. After all I am just trying to get comfortable - my jacket is unbuttoned and my buttoned skirt is a bit too tight for me to cross my legs comfortably. It's all about comfort.

What a tease I am being, and I know it, but I pretend that I don't know that I am having any effect on you. After all, we're just friends meeting for coffee, right? So as I unbutton about 5 of the 20 or so buttons on my skirt, you can see more and more. And you realize, after I uncross my legs and cross them the other way, that I have no panties on. Nothing. What you see is a beautiful pussy. And it is calling your name.

We sit closer and closer, just getting comfy. And then I put my hand on your leg, in fun as I am laughing about something you said, but I leave it there. Now you are catching on to my intentions (which you suspected all along, of course - you are NO dummy). So your hand goes on my leg, and you rub my leg and the stockings, and you have never felt clothing so smooth and sexy in your life. Who knew clothing could be sexy and functional?! And you are looking at the tops of my breasts, which only you can see, because i still have my jacket on-over my shoulders.

As you start rubbing my leg, getting closer and closer to my feminine parts, I slip off my shoes - for comfort, of course. And one of my feet starts rubbing your leg, just under one pant leg. Mmmmmm. That feeling is making you crazy. What am I trying to do to you? And I look so calm and in control, how can I be, you wonder?!

You can't resist any longer. None of the wait staff is around, and you don't much care. After all, there is a sizable table in front of us, blocking our lower bodies from the view of anyone. (they have to have these special coffee shops somewhere, right?) Your hand is rubbing my leg and it moves up, farther and farther, until it's hitting the garters. Hmmm, interesting, these things.

More interesting is the fact that you can nearly feel my pussy - you can feel the heat coming from me. You finally touch me, and I gasp. Because I'm not playing a game with you any longer, I am into you seriously. I want you to play with me and I unbutton a few more buttons on my skirt to give you generous access. And you welcome that access. Your fingers start touching me, feeling the soft, smoothness of my femininity. I unbutton a bit more so that I can prop one leg up on your leg, so that you have a full view and easy access to my pussy.

And you can see that my pussy, my lips, are wet and waiting for you. You can see them glistening. And the garters stretch to each side as my legs move apart for you. My stockings - you can still feel them on your forearm, and you don't want to lose contact with them - they feel so good - so sexy. No piece of clothing has ever felt this good, especially when you are so sexually charged, so hot and hard, that you want every piece of clothing on both of us OFF. But no, you want those stockings to stay on - you are loving those.

As your fingers begin to play with me, to spread my lips and look at my glistening pussy, you can see that I am so wet, so hot for you. You can see my clit, and you play with it. You are crazy with wanting me - we are in a coffee shop, for goodness sake, and what are we doing?

And as you play, and as I softly moan in agreement with your technique, you start to look at my breasts, and decide they aren't getting the attention they deserve. I notice your roaming eyes, and I take my blazer off and throw it over one shoulder - that shoulder is the one facing the rest of the room. I unbutton the rest of my skirt and you get an almost full view of my corset, and you are amazed. So beautiful I am in this garment, so beautifully it hugs my curves and pushes up my breasts (what little it covers of them). In fact, you can see my nipples!

You reach over, still playing with my clit, and you kiss my nipple. Tenderly. And you notice that this lingerie, this corset, has a little gift for you, as it opens in the front. So you begin to unfasten it, from the top down, and you uncover more of me and more of my breasts. You can see them, but no one else can, so you take your free hand and take my breast in your hand and bring it up to your lips, your tongue. Oh, the pleasure you are giving me.

And yet you are still playing with my clit, my inner lips, and now you are pushing and pulling your finger in and out of me, and I am mad with desire and the need to be with you. But I am relaxed because you feel so good and you do what you do so well, that I don't need to be tense - I just know that I don't need to try to cum, that you will do that for me. You play a little longer, with my breast, with my pussy and I tell you, softly, that I am ready for you, that you are taking me over the edge, into that oblivion known as an orgasm.

...to be continued...

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6 months ago
this was so erotic so hot I came and than I came again
11 months ago
a well-written and erotic story....liked it a lot
11 months ago
Very erotic. I would love to read the next chapter. I have met a few people in the coffee shop but, unfortunately, did not have the screen of a long table cloth in which to enjoy their obvious attributes. It is much safer to meet a new friend in a public place and find out a bit more about them than what they say on the internet. I hope to find a coffee shoplike your one day
11 months ago
Well now that's all kinds of hot! Thanks for posting!
11 months ago
Fantastic ! I had an experience like this at a business dinner, the lady went to the restroom and removed her panties so I could play with her. We were seated 6 to a table, 48 guests total, at the Weston in Pittsburgh :) she bit her lip as she came for me
1 year ago
1 year ago
So glad my words could spark a fond memory.
1 year ago
1 year ago
So am I n2oral! Soon I hope!
1 year ago
A lovely story. It brought back the memory of meeting a woman I had been chatting with on Yahoo Messenger back in the day when that was a good fun thing. She was there with her husband who really wanted me to fuck his wife. She was very very nervous. She was wearing a top with a plunging neckline, but had her elbows on the table and her forearms rising from there to hide the cleavage almost completely. I smiled at her husband who said "Bernadette is just a bit nervous." I nodded my head, turned to look at her face red with embarrassment and said,"Bernadette, you have worn a great top but you are hiding your beautiful cleavage behind your arms. I want to see you." She giggled, turned even more red, then put her forearms on the table. Staring openly at the luscious cleavage I thanked her. I put down a hand and covered one of hers. She squeaked,"Do...do you like them?" I squeezed her hand and replied "Your breasts are beautiful. Tell me about those nipples that I can't see." Her eyes went wide open and she didn't say a thing. Her husband Marcus said, "My wife has the most beautiful suckable nipples. The areola are large and brown. Her nipples stick out like erasers...not little ones. She loves it when I move my fingers lightly over the tips." Bernadette was breathing heavily. I asked, "Is that true Bernadette?" She looked down at the table, then back at me and gave a short quick nod. All three of us looked at the tight fabric over her nipples and the presence from below pushing up the fabric. "Are you wet Bernadette?" She gasped, her breathing coming rapidly, gasped again then said quietly, "Very".
We were in a corner away from the few other customers and the workers. I put my hand next to her thigh, the edge of my thumb just touching her. "If you scoot over just a little bit I think I can put my hand under your skirt. No one will see."

It seems I have to go now. I would love to tell the rest. Thank you for bringing back that memory.
1 year ago
The only word I have to say is, mesmerizing.
1 year ago
The details is this story is amazing! Mmmmmm, thank you!!!!
1 year ago
Nice and I love the unfulfilled tension. Still waiting for another installment..
1 year ago
Oh man was I anal or what 3 years ago when I posted this story. As if it is so good that someone would want to take it? Sheesh.
1 year ago
Beautifully written and so erotic. I felt as though I was at that table, heart racing, cock straining in my pants, as the building realisation of sex to come dawned.

A few years ago I met a married woman in a restaurant for dinner at her request. We had been friends for several years. She told me she was going through some problems in her marriage and she needed to talk to someone who knew both her and her husband. I thought it strange that she would choose a man but I agreed to meet her.

When we met she was dressed really well, beautifully made up, hair done as if going out on a big date. She was wearing a short dress, though a classy black one and not too short - the kind that looks long enough when you are stading up, but which can easily ride high up the thigh exposing skin, when seated. She wore sheer black nylon stockings. She had great legs, very sexy thighs. We had some wine and she started to tell me how David was not interested in her as a sexual being any more and she thought he might be having an affair. She asked if he was and I said from what I knew he was not. I had no indication of it. Then I heard her kick off a shoe under the table and felt her stocking toes poke my lower calf. "Are you sure?" she asked with a leery smile. I was uncomfortabe but the feel of the nylon on my calf and trousers was amazingly sex. I had this maelstrom of emotions. Was she going to use me to get revenge against David? But my swelling cock spoke to me too, telling me that here was a super hot woman arousing you in a public place. I felt her move the nylon clad foot up between my legs, touching my inner thighs and then I saw her triumphant smile when her toes found my raging erection and she knew the effect she was having. She massaged my crotch with those nylon-clad toes and pressed her heel into my balls. The pressure built and I was almost ready to cum in my pants.

Suddenly she stopped and said "Bring me home."

"What about David, is he there?" I asked, feeling guilty that I had allowed her to arouse me so easily, to betray my friendship to David with my cock....

"I have a small flat in town she said. It's a company place for visitors. I'm using it tonight."

I paid the bill, ordered a cab, and as I watched her get in, I admired her fine body and those amaxing stockinged legs, then I got in beside her.

My cock had spoken.
1 year ago
You never said whether your companion was male or female- hmmmmm....

-Allie- ;D
1 year ago
aka... oblivion... aka.. the O
1 year ago
very sensual ! ^^
4 years ago
I agree with "Billy69boy", my Kitty Friend !

Diabolo !
4 years ago
Great story with great detail. I can hardly wait for the next part. ty
4 years ago
Delightful story...excellent details, very erotic and tastefully stated.
4 years ago
i want more, i want more
4 years ago
Very stimulating, The first meet either in a coffee shop or over dinner is always exciting... But with you dressed as described it would be so sexually charged, I doubt if I would be hungry for anything , But You.

SMG xx
4 years ago
very very good & erotic
4 years ago
fantastic! the only downside is that i have to wait for more....but i will patiently, very well written and erotic