Coffee With Emma

Emma and Jon had been doing naughty flirting online for months. Jon would send a steamy fantasy about a sexual encounter between them. Emma would respond with sexy pics of herself, and requests or suggestions for another story about a sexual encounter between the two of them. The sexual tension grew as the two learned what turned the other on.

It wasn't all just sex, they had become friends also chatting about daily circumstances and events. It caught Jon off guard when Emma suggested one day that they meet for coffee. They had figured out that they lived a couple of hours a part, but there was an equidistant city that would work well for an afternoon meeting. They worked out the details and before he knew it Jon was at the coffee place. He got there early, because he wanted to see her arrive, so he went in and found a seat where he could watch the door but not be too obvious.

He had barely picked his spot, and she came through the door. Dark hair down, scoop neck stretch blouse, and loose cotton miniskirt dancing across her mid thigh. She knew he loved her legs, and the wedge heels and sheen on them as she entered told him she had paid special attention.

He knew every inch of her, in and out of clothes. They had exchanged so many pics, videos and stories that he could pick her out of a crowd, but to actually feast his eyes on her for real, exhilarated him in a way he hadn't expected. Her eyes, the curve of her breasts and the way the skirt played on her legs were all so erotic to him, that his cock imediately began to stiffen, and slipping from his seat to go to meet her, allowed him to subtling shift things for comfort.

Emma noticed his subtle pelvic shift as he rose, and it flushed her cheeks. She knew him too. He was older, in his later forties, but he was in good shape. Not muscle-bound but firm. His long legs moved him across the room quickly and she met his eyes. His cheeks were red too, and he had a big smile for her. But something about his blue eyes in real life drew her in even more.

He greeted her and opened his arms inviting a hug, but she was a little overwhelmed too. Thoughts of all of the ways he touched her in the stories, his lips, his fingertips caressing her skin. The way he described his lips touching her nipples, his tongue fondling her clit, his cock.... It all rushed through her and has they moved to embrace, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a surprise, both kept their eyes open, and has she pressed her full breasts against his chest, she gently licked across his lips, something he had written about and she knew he enjoyed.

"You were paying attention," he said as they lingered in an embrace but pulled away to speak.

"Always," she said with a smile on her inviting lips, sliding her hand down the middle of his back to the back pocket of his jeans. Yes, firm.

"I got a table," he said, his hand on her side, with his thumb just touching the lower edge of her bra. He remembered how her full breasts would tug at the c-cups of her bra, demanding more room, but so luscious in the undersized cups. He had spent hours stroking off to those breasts, clothed and unclothed, wet, dry and natural. He had written about holding them, kissing them, feeling them respond to his attention. And now they were real, he was touching her for real, and it was so much better.

"Let's order first," she said, finally pulling away and turning to face the menu board. She walked a couple of steps, moving more seductively than normal. A little more hip movement, and when she stopped she shifted her weight to one leg and stretched the other out to a point a little. She knew he was looking at her ass and legs, and it thrilled her.

He stepped in next to her and casually put his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her upper hip, and gently pulling her closer. She responded but pulling in closer and resting her hand in his back pocket. She had fantasized about his ass flexing as he pressed his cock in and out of her pussy. She had imagined gripping it while his cock filled her and flooded her mind and body with lust, and as he stood, feeling those muscles move under her finger tips made her wet, so wet. MMM

They ordered and he led her to the table. She chose to walk a couple of steps behind, so she could take in those long legs, firm ass and broad shoulders. She wanted to press against his bac, rub her hands over his chest, hold his cock, press her mouth into his neck and taste him, but she resisted, and instead accepted the chair he pulled out for her.

As he stood behind her while she sat, he could smell her hair, feel the warmth of her head as she leaned back against him, and yes, he could see down her shirt, and it was so erotic to know that she wanted his eyes to soak up her brests heaving against her bra as she breathed. The smile on her face as she looked up and met his eyes told him so.

He took his seat across from her at the high table and just got lost in her eyes for a moment. She was so alive, so vital. The scent of her hair still lingered and as she leaned forward to speak he could feel her lips and tongue on his mouth again. He could taste the faint hint of cinnamon, and feel the check in her breath as they kissed.

"Nice place," she said. "Do you bring all of your fantasy friends here?"

He smiled. "I write a few ladies, but you are something special," he said. "I've never brought anyone else here."

The barista called their names, and Jon slipped out of his seat to get the coffee. As he returned his eyes soaked up her tanned legs, crossed in a way to accentuate her calves. She was mindlessly touching her necklace pendant while checking her phone. The way her hair framed her face, the way the corners of her lips were turned up just a little, the way her eyes met his as he drew closer....

Everything about her was flooding his mind of her pics, her videos, the way her own hands had shown him how she wanted to be touched. Her finger tips teasing her clit, while her other hand gently twisted her nipple, her eyes half closed in pleasure, but looking through the camera inviting him to join her.

"MMM," she said taking her first sip of coffee. "This is good!"

He smiled, took his seat, and she reached out to touch his hand and then moved up his muscular forearm to his bicep. "MMM, that's nice too." she teased.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this afternoon," he said, taking her hand and drinking deeply from her eyes. "What should we do first?"