The Perfect Stranger

There’s something special about sitting in a coffee shop, reading a good book, and ignoring the rest of the world. Well, trying to anyway. It’s the perfect environment to be alone, without actually being alone. And for someone like me who enjoys their solitude but stupidly craves human interaction every once in a while, this is the best sort of balance.

 I’m roughly a quarter of the way into the book I’m currently reading when the author hits with an unexpectedly spicy scene. The lead female character just had her mind blown by unabashed oral sex from her new beau who expected nothing in return. The scene ended with her orgasming, him standing up, looking her dead in the eyes, and licking his lips before helping her put her panties back on straight. Yes, please! Reading a scene like that in public is its own type of exciting, especially when you didn’t know it was coming, and suddenly you yourself feel… unsettled. I set the book down for a moment to collect myself and take a sip of my coffee, when I notice you watching me from a few seats away. Not only are you understatedly gorgeous, but the smile you’re trying to hide, attempting to control (what I can only assume is) your amusement, is breath taking. I give you a shy smile of acknowledgment before taking another sip of coffee and picking my book back up, mostly to hide the blush I know is creeping into my cheeks. There’s no way you were watching me while I read that scene and figured out why I started to fidget… is there? I take a chance and look over the top of my book to see if you’re still watching me, and holy shit you’re sitting down in front of me. You do the polite thing and apologize for the interruption, and tell me that your curiosity got the better of you. You had to know what made me react to a book like that, but only if I’m willing to share. Embolden by the new ache in my hoo-ha, I flip back 1 page to the start of the spicy scene, hand you the book, and point to the beginning. You look at me like I’m sharing the secrets of the universe with you, but you take the book from me, hold my gaze a moment longer, and then start to read.

Your face is expressionless as you take in the scene on the page, but when you finish and hand it back at me, your pupils are dilated. You extend your hand and introduce yourself to me, to which I cannot help but laugh a full belly laugh, take your hand and introduce myself as well. The smile from you that my reaction earns me is heart stopping. You start to ask me a question about myself but I stop you mid-sentence. I set my book down and casually rise from the oversized chair I was sitting in, heading toward the back of the shop where the restrooms are. When I look back at where I left you still sitting, obviously confused by my sudden departure, understanding lights your eyes as I crook my finger at you in the “come here” motion. You smile that beautiful smile again and ease your way in my direction, where you find me propping open the door to one of the bathrooms, waiting for you.

I close the door behind us and lock it, just in case. I hadn’t realized how tall you were, but now that you’re standing mere inches from me, forcing my back against the wall, I have to tilt my head up to look at you. You start to ask me if I’m sure, but I put my finger to your full lips before you can finish, silencing you, letting you know what this is about to be. That’s all it takes, the permission I just gave you, for you to hoist me up by my ass so that my legs are wrapped about your waist. You look around for something to set me down on, and mercifully this is one of those fancy coffee shops, so there’s a high-end looking cabinet in the corner. My ass hits the top of the cabinet sending the decorations to the floor, but all I can focus on is getting your belt undone. You stay my hands and when I look up at you (this time it’s my turn to be confused), you simply shake your head “no”. My body seems to understand what’s happening before my brain does, because I’ve never been more wet in my life. (This man is about to reenact the scene from my book!) Still standing over me, you undo the button of my jeans and slowly pull the zipper down as you make your way to your knees in front of me. You tell me to put my legs over your shoulders and raise my ass. I do so without thinking, and you peel my pants down to the tops of my thighs before ducking out from between my legs to take them the rest of the way off. This move also brings me to the edge of the cabinet, putting my pretty lace thong on display. You look at me and make an appreciative noise deep in your throat that hums through my body. You run your hands up the back of my calves, pulling my legs wider apart, allowing you the space to fit your broad shoulders between them. You pull my panties off and I’m about to ask you to not put them on the floor, when you shove them in your back pocket. I have to consciously shut my mouth because it fell open watching you do that. Your answering look is pure fire. You start to rub slow circles with your thumbs on the insides of my thighs, working higher with each stroke. You’re gripping my outer thighs as you lower your mouth to my waiting pussy, but you haven’t touched me yet, and then I feel the gentlest flick of your tongue that sends sparks through me. One of your hands has left my thigh and come to rest at my aching opening, but instead of sliding a thick finger inside of me, you make a V shape and use your knuckles to lightly apply pressure up and down as your tongue goes to town. There’s so much sensation, my hands are in your hair, pulling you into me, begging for more. But you keep your pace, denying me, until I ask you to fuck me. You don’t move. You continue with the V but now you slide a finger inside of me, never once relinquishing the pace with your tongue. That’s all it takes. I cum, hard. I start to scream through my orgasm before your free hand is over my mouth, reminding me that I cannot be loud. You wait until I’ve released my grip on your hair before removing your finger from inside my pulsing pussy. You’re still on your knees when I look into your eyes, and your smile makes me giggle. You tell me that’s now your second favorite sound, the first is me screaming into the palm of your hand. You retrieve my jeans and help me step back into them, standing up only once they’re buttoned again. You tilt my chin up so I’m looking up at you, and you lick your lips, and leave the bathroom. I laugh to myself and realize that you still have my panties in your back pocket. I walk back into the coffee shop to stop you, but you’re gone. I look back to where I left my book and see a slip of paper sticking out of the top. I pull the paper out and find that it’s a note from you, with your phone number, telling me there’s only one way I’ll get my panties back…