Sometimes an opportunity presents itself without any planning and with no prior arrangement. It just arrives in front of you, surprising and exciting in equal measure. That’s exactly how it was with Lara.
I stopped regularly at the same coffee shop because it was on the same site as the petrol station and a convenient place to refuel both me and the car. I’d not seen her there before, and I haven’t since. To be honest, I don’t even know if that’s her real name. Frankly, sometimes I wonder if I imagined the whole thing!
Unusually for me, I decided to “drink in” that day and after the compulsory wait for my order to arrive at the end of the counter I turned to survey the room for a comfortable place to sit. And there she was. Sitting on a brown leather sofa, rifling through her bag for something and paying no attention to anyone. I guessed her to be in her early thirties, cute and feminine and dressed professionally but without trying to project the “power-dresser” image that so many successful women adopt. Her hair was up in a high pony-tail and she had laid her suit jacket next to her on the sofa. She wore a white, fitted blouse with short sleeves. On closer inspection later I could see it was finely embroidered and unbuttoned just enough to excite but not sufficiently to inflame.
Although the place wasn’t packed out by any means it was busy enough for me to justify walking over and sitting on the sofa opposite her. A low table sat between us and I planted my full mug on it, pulled out my iphone and pretended to review my emails. She looked up and smiled and in that split second I was captivated. She looked fresh and lovely but the small crinkles around her eyes and mouth hinted at experience and a far from innocent existence. She wore small, discrete jewellery; silver ear studs, a fine silver pendant and a ring on her thumb. From my vantage point I could see she had great legs, albeit they were tucked neatly together in front of her. Her image was completed with a pair of fashionable black shoes with heels high enough to make you notice.
Normally I would have enjoyed being in her presence and done nothing about it but the Gods were smiling down on me that day. As she withdrew a large notepad from her bag and put it on the table, the corner knocked her coffee mug hard enough to cause it to spill foam and coffee across the table. She breathed an apology and flushed, beginning to get to her feet but I beat her to it. I grabbed some paper towels from the counter and mopped up the puddle, smiling and assuring her there was no harm done.
Lara was her name. It may have been Laura but in the half hour that followed I called her Lara more than once and she didn’t correct me once. She was nervous about a conference she was attending that day, at which her boss and his co-Directors would be present. Such was the state of her nerves that she had left home way too early and decided to stop for a coffee on her own, rather than be the first to arrive. If today went well for her, she had a shot at promotion and she needed to be at her best. She was irritated at her own clumsiness and at pains to point out that normally she was very assured; even assertive. I nodded and smiled my belief that what she had said was true, glancing at the space just above her top button whenever I could, my mind caressing the shape of her body and my eyes lost deep within hers.
To this day I’m still not clear about how it happened. It’s obvious to me that my attempts at subtlety were anything but and she knew I wanted her. She really was confident and assertive; within minutes she had moved over to sit next to me, blaming the draft from the door but sitting so close alongside me that I could feel the heat of her thigh through my suit trousers. I was intoxicated by her fragrance, by the gentle touch of her hand on my thigh. My fingers drummed gently on the small of her back before sliding up, feeling the clasp of her bra through the fabric of her blouse. A white bra, I knew that much.
She whispered to me that she needed to relax and unwind. She told me she knew exactly how she wanted to de-stress and needed me to help. She stood and took my hand and I followed her meekly to the cloakrooms, saying nothing as she led me into the disabled toilet. I stood with my back to the door, making sure the lock was properly engaged and gasping as she stood and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to slip to the floor before stepping slowly out of it. A white g-string to match the bra. The waistband rose invitingly over each hip and I could see, or image, the slight bulge of her pussy. I was so hard that my cock ached. Not from being restrained by my clothes but because of the amount of blood that had flowed into it, engorging it. Unbelievably hard.
She looked straight at me, unbuttoning her blouse and shrugging it off. Standing there in her underwear and heels, one hand sliding down between her legs and moving slowly. She closed her eyes and lent her head back a little. I watched as her wetness began to seep through her panties and still I didn’t have the nerve to touch myself for fear of exploding. I could see the tightening of her buttocks in the mirror behind her, the V of her g-string splitting them neatly. The slenderness of her back and shoulders and the sweep of her hair as her pony-tail moved gently in rhythm with her fingers.
She turned and placed one hand on the sink, looking herself straight in the eye as if studying her own expression. With the other hand she beckoned to me to move closer and I did so, allowing her to unzip me and, after tugging and wresting, releasing my swollen cock and pressing it against her pussy from behind. My hands went to her waist, holding her still as I rubbed myself against her buttocks. I could feel the fragility of her ribs as I slid my hands up, tugging down hard on her bra and cupping her breasts in my hands. I let her nipples poke between my fingers and then squeezed them together, making her gasp. Her hands pulled urgently at my cock, dragging her g-string to one side and then I was inside her. No pre-amble, no teasing, just driven deep within her. Christ she was hot inside. Like lava.
Her thighs were pressed hard against the sink as she stood upright, my cock held tight within her and my balls gripped between her cheeks and thighs. I bent my knees so I could drive upwards and fucked her hard in a frenzy. I clawed at her breasts, raking my nails over them and pushed one hand down over her stomach, my wrist banging the edge of the sink, my fingers between her thighs and rubbing hard on her clitoris. Her head bent forwards and she banged it hard against the mirror. She repeated the movement and then pressed the side of her face against the glass so she could look at me over her shoulder.
I could see the mirror smeared with her sweat, her lips set in a snarl of pure animal lust and enjoyment as she smiled. Her lips were drawn back to show her teeth and as she panted and fucked me back , small droplets of spittle misted the surface of the mirror.
She pushed back with her hips, legs straight and now leaning over with her forehead resting on the edge of the sink, one hand either side. My cock penetrated even deeper and I could feel the contents of my balls exploding. She reached behind herself and slipped one beautifully manicured finger inside her anus, pushing it hard until it had disappeared up to the knuckle. Ath that sight, my balls emptied in an eruption of cum. It blew out of me like a fire hydrant, deep inside her pulsating pussy and she cried out. Her knees buckled and we slumped to the floor, lying on the cold tiles like two spoons interlocking, panting, gasping.
It seemed forever that we lay there without speaking, I could feel my cum spilling out of her, onto my thigh and pooling on the floor. Eventually she turned to me, put her hand between her legs and invited me to suck her fingers. I did so and she pushed them deep into my mouth, making me cough and recoil slightly, laughing as she did so and wiping our mixed juices across my face. I stood and then sat on the toilet, watching as she knelt on all fours and lapped our cum from the tiled floor; all feelings of disgust outweighed by the sheer eroticism of her feline form, the pink tip of her tongue lapping at the puddle on the floor and the glint in her eyes as she stared straight at me.
I’d never seen her before that day. And I’ve never seen her since…