Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Forgotten Latte - Shelly Sateen

The Forgotten Latte by Shelly Sateen

Everything was the same. My colleague and I meet up at the coffee shop and pour over our business notes. The only thing that was hot was the steamy latte at my side everyday. Not today. I couldn’t bare it any longer. I needed a man. Perhaps it was the fact that forgot to wear a bra under my cardigan. It could have been the short skirt I was wearing or the red, pouty lipstick I had applied. As I approached our usual table with a latte clutched in my hands, he cocked his head to the side. His eyes widened on my protruding nipples gleaming in the soft light. He sat there staring at them, transfixed as if he was a proud buck caught in on coming headlights.

I flashed him a smile, “It is a bit chilly today.”

Finally he looked up at me, his jaw hanging slightly open. “On second thought, why don’t we cancel our meeting today?” he asked nonchalantly as his hands gripped the sides of the table.

I nodded, rose up, and flicked a business card with my home address at him. I walked away. Within moments of arriving at my place, a heard three solid knocks at my door. His talk figure silhouetted against my doorframe.

“What are you doing here?” I asked stupidly. The corners of his mouth twitched as he drew closer and slammed the door behind him. While his dark brown eyes held me rooted to a spot, one of his hands moved up my skirt. My spine melted into butter. I couldn’t have moved if I had wanted to. He snapped my thong, as my breathing grew heavier. Trying desperately to take a small part of control in the situation I began, “I--.”

But before I could finish his tongued shoved itself through my lips as he grappled me with both hands now. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. I had been waiting so long for this. My arms went limp once he began rubbing his hands over my nipples, which were now taut and twitching. He picked me up and carried me back to my bedroom. His eyes cutting right through mine. He thrust me on the bed.

I went down on my knees and sucked like hummingbird seeking sweet nectar. Oh, my—I thought, it’s huge. I was putty in his hands—mold me---my insides screamed. I stopped for a breath. “Ohhhh my god” he stuttered and pushed me on my back.

“Take off your blouse” he demanded. In an instant, I was naked and had pulled off his clothes bear. He grinded against me—his huge, throbbing dick rubbing me raw.

My headboard rattled as we pushed ourselves against one another. His juicy dick rammed harder into my pulsing pussy with every thrust. I couldn’t take it any longer. “Screw me, screw me, SCREW ME!” I screamed the moment his hot cum erupted inside as beautiful as an ocean wave.

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