The coffee shop (open)

musicankane

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I hadn't expected anything to happen today. A thursday much like any other, boring yet interesting at the same time. I am a writer so I can find anything interesting, even the most mundane of events.

Before you ask, yes I am one of those douchebag novelists that sits with a laptop at the local Starbucks to do his writing. But you see there is a good reason for that. As a novelist you need to be able to do a little people watching. You take real people and tweak style and appearances to use in your story. It keeps your characters from becoming bland.

One thing I never expected was the beautiful raven haired woman, whom I've been watching come into the coffee shop for weeks, to come and talk to me. I also never expected her to come back to my apartment to fuck my brains out.

But it turns out that today was not going to be a normal Thursday after all.

Sure enough at exactly 11:20 she walked into the shop to order her triple non-fat mocha latte. Unlike other days in which she appeared calm and put together. Today she seemed rather on edge. Antsy if nothing else. Hard to put a finger on the attitude of someone you've never spoken too.

As she waited for her coffee, she looked at me and seemed to think for a second. Before I knew it she was walking my way.
 
Damn it, did I mix up the days again, or did I get the days mixed up, Sarah fretted as she fumbled with the pregnancy test in her handbag, one of six she'd tried so far all showing the wrong answer. Maybe it's a fluke, a bad batch or something? If I try just one more perhaps I'll be in the clear.

A few weeks before she'd managed to let hersefl get talked into a gnagbang at a local frat house, and while the middle aged single mother knew better she'd ended up with three ripped condoms and a womb filled with baby batter from god knows how many college boys. Just to make matters worse it now looked like she'd also managed to get herself pregnant.

Stepping up to the counter, trying to appear as calm and collected as ever Sarah ordered her usual triple non-fat mocha latte before her eyes wandered over to the cookie stand. "Y'know what, I'll take a white chocolate and raspberry cookie to go with that as well," she said with a smile. After all, it's not like I'll be having to worry about my weight for very much longer.

Turning away from the counter Sarah spotted a guy staring at her, his eyes fixated on her body as if he could look straight into her belly and knew that something was wrong. As she waited for her coffee she made a decision and stepped towards the guy. "Okay, what is it?" She asked petulantly, "Do I have something on my face, or what?"
 
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I blinked as she came up and almost snapped at me for staring. I blushed as I was usually better at it than this. But this was a woman I've come to enjoy watching more than I probably should. She was very poised and beautiful and it had me fantasizing on the kind of life that she had.

Suddenly she was there asking what I was basically looking at. I shook my head and said, "I am sorry. I was lost in thought. I'm here all the time, for my writing. It helps to people watch and I just noticed that not only are you much later than you usually are, you are ordering thing different."

I blushed and shook my head. "I probably sound like a creepy stalker right now. I swear it isn't like that at all. I'm just.....observant." I told her giving her a smile. I held out my hand to her and said, "I'm Jake Wilson. Author of "Bloodborne" and "Echoes of the Past"."
 
At first Sarah was a little scared by the level of detail the complete stranger seemed to know about her life. He knew her usual routine, her favourite coffee order, hell by the way he was staring at her he could probably tell her breasts were feeling sore and she'd had to go without wearing a bra today, although he probably wouldn't be able to guess she'd had to use plasters to stop her nipples chaffing against her top.

All that changed when she heard his name though. "Wait, you're Jake Wilson? The Jake Wilson?" She asked, realising just how much like a fangirl she sounded right now, but unable to stop herself from talking. "I've read... well not all your books, but almost all of them. I still haven't been able to find a copy of... dammit, what's it called... one one with the lesbian nuns in the Italian convent?"
 
Jake grinned as she turned from creeper out girl to rabid fan. He knew the book she mentioned. It was a pretty graphic novel and after it generated some negative publicity, bookstores stopped carrying it. However it was available on Amazon still. It sucked not having a book he had put a lot 9f work into on the shelves anymore, but the news it had gotten had been him a household name. People bought his other books and he became a bestseller overnight.

"Confessions. Yeah that one can be tricky to get a hold of. I'm fighting to get it back in stores but religion and sex are a hard sell in the same story." He shrugged. "Well it is nice to meet you finally, Sarah." He told her with a smile. "Maybe one day you can tell me about the wild night you must have had to make you such a flustered today." He suggested, "I love hearing stories."
 
"Actually the sex and religion mix is one of the reasons I was so upset when I found out I couldn't get a copy locally," the single mother admitted bashfully as she looked down at the author. She was in two minds as to whether to reveal her story to him or not, after all they were in the middle of a very busy coffee shop at lunchtime and the number of eavesdroppers mingling around them would probably make the tale widespread gossip by the time she got back to her car.

The moment was saved when the barista called out her name. Turning away for a second Sarah waved her hand over at the counter, letting the server know she was on her way before reaching into her bag and pulling out a notebook and pencil. "It's not really the kind of story I can tell somewhere like this," she said hurriedly as she scribbled her phone number down and ripped the page from her book, "How about you give me a call later on and we can meet somewhere a little more private so I can give you all the gory details?"

Sliding the slip of paper across the table Sarah smiled at the author and made to step away from the table before turning back and giving him a wink, "Perhaps you can find a copy of Confessions for me, and I'll see about finding a habit for you." With that the raven-haired beauty was gone, blending in with the sudden rush of lunchtime workers and passers-by.
 
Jake finger the piece of paper with her phone number on it. He hadn't expected that. The beautiful woman he crushed on from afar at the local coffee shop, suddenly thrust her information into his hand and vanished through the crowd. He wondered why he hadn't just talked to her before hand. It almost made him feel stupid now, as well as that confrontation had gone.

Quickly he dug his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to her. I look forward to all the gore :) Perhaps we can get together at my apartment and I'll order some Chinese food. So long as the gory details won't make my chow mein taste funky. he smiled and hit the send button.

He would have to remember to grab condoms on the way home. The encounter was on his mind so much during the day, he found himself writing it into a scene in his latest book in which a detective received a note to meet a informant in a public place. Of course it was a coffee shop and the informant turned out to be a stunning woman who used her womanly wiles to sneak his hotel key away from him.

The woman later appears to try and kill him in his room. Of course it doesn't work out but it leads to more developments in the story.

Jake sat back as he hit save on the book and cracked his knuckles. He packed up his computer and headed home to clean up before Sarah came by.
 
It wasn't until after seven that night that a reply popped up on his phone,
Your apartment would be fine, and I don't think you'll have a problem with the Chinese, as long as you keep clear of the sushi. ;)
Sarah had spent over an hour clutching her phone after sending her daughter over to stay with her grandmother for the night. She'd typed the message a hundred times, trying to balance cheekiness with solemnity before finally deciding to press the send button, and instantly regretting it.

Dropping the phone on the table she quickly began pacing around the small kitchen of the apartment paid for by her rich baby-father's money. He was a rising name in local politics and the money his family paid to keep Shauna in a good school and under a stable roof was their way of ensuring their son's dirty little secret was never mentioned in public.

It was a comfortable arrangement for everyone concerned, but it still made Sarah feel a little cheapened by the love affair she'd had with the married man so many years ago, back when she believed that he'd really loved her, rather than just using his naive young secretary for a little fun on the side.

Now there's a story to tell the writer, she thought with a smile, the tale of the politician brought low by the sins of his past. How he'd taken the fresh faced young personal assistant to sleazy motel rooms and had her perform all manner of sexual perversions, all in the name of a love he didn't share, only to have his new personal assistant fire her without warning the morning after she'd proudly told him of her pregnancy.

Taking a seat Sarah stared at the phone, begging it to ring, ot at least beep to let her know a new message had arrived.
 
Jake read the message with a wide smile. She was willing to Come by, he was thrilled. He hadn't gotten laid in a very long time and frankly he was a little desperate for it. He just hoped it didn't come out that way when they hung out tonight.

He ordered Chinese food, a noodle plate and orange chicken, plus a beef and broccoli just in case. Then sent her a text with his address and a message saying ; Great look forward to seeing you tonight. I can't wait to see what kind of story you have to tell. Play your cards right and I may or may not have a copy of "Confessions" for you ;)

As a late addition, he desiderate to pop a bottle of wine and let it air. He didn't drink much but tonight would be occasion enough.
 
Almost panicking as she read the address and the attached message Sarah realised that Jake Wilson, The Jake Wilson, lived less than a couple of blocks from her building. They were practically neighbours and it would only take a couple of minutes for her to walk over to his apartment.

Quickly rushing to the bedroom she quickly changed into the outfit which had been laid out on the bed a couple of hours earlier, just in case. She hasn't worn the dress in years, but as she slipped into it the single mother was proud of the fact it still fitted her like a glove, right up until she zipped up the outfit and noticed the way her motherly breasts were spilling out of the top. Oh well, it's not like a guy's going to complain about too much cleavage, she thought with a shrug, which almost made her spill out of the dress.

Chewing her lip anxiously Sarah quickly opened the closet door and pulled out a long raincoat, just enough to keep her scandalous dress covered as she headed over to the writer's apartment block, hoping that the long coat wouldn't give him the wrong idea about her intentions. Or more accurately the right idea but a little too early.

As she made her way down the street Sarah noticed several men checking her out and with the boost to her esteem knowing that she could still draw men's eyes she bounced up the front steps of the building and quickly pressed the intecomm before loosening her trenchcoat just enough to flash a nice view of her prominent cleavage.
 
Jake ran around his apartment in a rush, trying to get things ready before the beautiful woman arrived at his home. In his bedroom he had set up some candles, and changed his bedding into his fancy satin covers. He set up some plates, and silverware at his dining table then set out the chinese food into nice serving dishes in order to make it more appealing.

Finally he changed into a nicer shirt and slacks, combing his hair to make himself as presentable as he possible could. He finished in the nick of time as well, as he was adjusting his collar as the doorbell rang.

He smiled and darted to the door, opening it to reveal Sarah standing there. She wore a long overcoat that covered her entire body, which made Jake curious. Clearly she didn't expect to wear just a coat, but whatever she wore had to hide somthing that the public shouldn't see.

His eyes dropped to the cleavage that she teased him with, his smile wided. "Perfect timing you beautiful reader you." He teased, "Please come in, the food is hot and ready." He gestured her inside and closed the door behind her.

"Can I interest you in some wine to drink?" He asked as he showed her to the table he had made up for her.
 
Arching her shoulders, inadvertently thrusting her chest forwards at the same time, Sarah let her trenchcoat drop down her arms, gathering at her elbows before she peeled it off the rest of the way. Carefully folding it over her arm she smiled over at her host at the offer of something to drink. Her heart was pounding fast and already she could feel her excitement rising, her tight thong growing tighter by the second as she felt her labia swelling beneath it.

"I think a drink would be a very good idea," she answered with total honesty. She needed something to take the edge off and in the past alcohol had always seemed to help. Although it did also usually lead up to the very situation she found herself in now as well.

Making her way at a casual pace into the main living area Sarah couldn't help but admire the view from the floor to ceiling windows lining two of the walls of the apartment. This late at night the sun was just settling beyond the horizon and the golden glow was beginning to give way to the dark night. For a moment Sarah just stood there, her eyes gazing out into the gathering darkness as she clutched her coat nervously.
 
Jake was lost in the sight of her body. Her outfit barely kept things hidden from his imagination. That she would show up wearing that made him confident he was gonna get a piece of her tonight. But it also made him nervous. Things like this didn't happen to guys like him. He spent most of his social life behind a computer screen and female company was few and far between.

This latest woman was such a random occurrence he thought he was dreaming. He shrugged and shook it off, darting over to pour her a glass of wine. "I didn't know what kind of food you would like so I got a few things and set them out for you to pick and choose." He told her nervously as he passed her the glass, fighting hard not to look at her tits.
 
Just as she was raising the glass to her lips Sarah suddenly froze. "...damn..." she mumbled to herself, setting the glass back down on the table and sliding it away with her fingertips. "I almost forgot, and actually that leads me nicely into why I'm here tonight."

Digging into her purse Sarah pulled out three pregnancy tests, each from a different manufacturer and of slightly different designs but all saying the same thing, that Sarah was pregnant. "I'm going to have to pass on the alcohol, at least for the next eight months."
 
Jake felt his hopes suddenly collapse as Sarah pulled out little colored sticks from her purse. It took him a second to realize that they were pregnancy tests. Of course she had to have a partner right? Girl this hot couldn't be single.

Had he been any typical shit head he would have kicked her out of his apartment right then and there. Instead his mind kicked into gear and he remembered the story she had promised to tell. Jake walked over to her and grabbed her wine glass, adding the contents to his own.

"Very well. Perhaps we shall keep it a sober evening then." He gestured to the table. "Please sit."

Jake moved into his hallway and pulled out one of his copies of "Confessions" bring it back to her. "I believe you have been looking for this." He said with a smile. He pulled it away beforee she could reach for it. "It is yours if you tell me the story you promised." He set it down on the table before moving to his side and taking his own seat

"For someone to need so many different pee sticks, I can only imagine what kind of evening that could have brought that on." He told her with a smile.
 
Taking her seat across the table from the author Sarah took a moment to consider her place, reaching out and helping herself to a bite of the Chinese food laid out between them, before finally raising her eyes to look over at Jack with a self-assured confidence of someone who has decided to tell the whole truth.

"First I think you should know that I'm a single mother, and that the circumstances of my daughter's birth were... are a little complicated." Suddenly Sarah looked away, her hand moving to her throat as she smiled at Jack sweetly, "Would you mind... it's just that this is going to take a while an I could really use something non-alcoholic to moisten my throat."
 
At her request Jake jumped out of his seat and grabbed her a glass of water and a coke from the fridge. He didn't know which she would prefer but a5 least she could sip on both. The story she would tell would be amazing, he could tell from the way she prefaced it.

He sat across from her again and dished himself some food. "Complicated? Are you married? Or rather were you married at the time?" He asked her eagerly.
 
Taking both beverages with a smile sarah lifted the water to her full lips and took a large gulp. A dribble escaped the corner of her mouth as she pulled the glass away and even before her fingers reached up to catch it the water drop was already falling down to slide between her cleavage.

"Well, one of us was married," she said in response to Jake's question, flashing him a crooked smile as she leaned forwards and plucked a napkin from the tabletop. "At the time I didn't think that was a problem, but I was young and foolish, and thought I was in love."

Wiping her chin dry Sarah moved her hands down, one pressing against the front of her corset to hold her chest steady while the other carefully wiped away the moisture from her breast before turning her attention back to the author.

"Look, the thing is the father of my daughter is... well, let's just say a local celebrity. I can't go into too many specifics about him, otherwise it would cause too many problems for me and my daughter. Would it just be okay if I called him 'Mike', and let it stand at that?"
 
Jake raised his eyebrows at the local celebrity thing. Instantly he wondered who it could be, but in respect for her and her story he nodded and greed to let the reveal lie. "So you said you were young and dumb at the time. Can i assume it is this 'Mike' that was the married one?"

He took a few bites and asked, "how did you meet 'Mike'? Did you know up front he was married before you slept with him? You said you were in love so I assume it was more than just sex and that there was some kind of relationship there." He fired rapidly. "Sorry if I ask too fast, I get into things a little much."
 
Jake raised his eyebrows at the local celebrity thing. Instantly he wondered who it could be, but in respect for her and her story he nodded and greed to let the reveal lie. "So you said you were young and dumb at the time. Can i assume it is this 'Mike' that was the married one?"

He took a few bites and asked, "how did you meet 'Mike'? Did you know up front he was married before you slept with him? You said you were in love so I assume it was more than just sex and that there was some kind of relationship there." He fired rapidly. "Sorry if I ask too fast, I get into things a little much."

Reaching out sarah took another sip of her water before speaking again, holding the glass in both hands as she slowly played with it, trying to distract herself from what she was saying. It all seemed so foolish, and sordid, now she came to tell it to someone.

"I first met him when I was working for his... organisation." She caught herself just in time, if she'd said 'campaign' as she almost had, the whole idea of using a false name would've been made worthless. There just weren't enough politicians in the city to hide the identity of one of them. "And yes, I knew he was married."

Signing heavily Sarah watched the ripples playing across the glass for several long seconds before talking again. "He seemed so... right. So bold and enthusiastic, I was young and naive. Too young, I know now, to recognise the bastard for what he really was."

Taking a long sip she almost emptied the glass, so setting it on the table sarah reached for the Coke and took a bottle opener from the table. Her hands were shaking and she struggled to get it in place for a moment before giving up and letting them fall idly into her lap.

"The first time was after a big celebration. The whole building had been there and spirits were high. I'd had a lot to drink, but I know that's not an excuse. When he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he kissed me behind my ear I could've peed myself with excitement." Sarah barked out a mirthless laugh at the memory of the carnality of it all. Peter's arms had felt so strong, so warm as he'd held her, finally breaking the sxeual tension that had hung between them for months.

"Instead I just bent over and let him stick his dick inside me like a good little whore." It had felt so right, as his hands slid up the sides of her thighs, lifting the light summer dress she'd worn deliberately knowing it would catch his eye. Her figure still had the bloom of youth and her pert breasts were enough to have heads swinging her way as she walked past, the idea of letting him see them covered only with the loose fitting fabric which did nothing to hide her aroused mipples had seemed so funny the morning before. And now, with his hands cupping them and the fabric doing nothing to slow him down the decision seemed even more right than ever.

His fingers were inside her panties before she even knew how they got there, slowly opening her flower with bold, deft touched which seemed to know exactly where she needed to be touched. No-one had ever been like that with her before, and if she was honest no-one had touched her quite like it since either. His strength and self-assurance made the kisses seem all the more passionate, even if now she knew it was only his animal lusts, rather than passionate love, which drove them.

Bending her over the conference table Peter had plowed into her hard and fast, driving her excitement to heights she never dreamed of before as she'd sprawled out beneath him, her mouth panting hard as he'd taken her and made her his. Her orgasm came so quickly, so hard, she barely had time to register the cum spilling up into her womb, breaking her apart as she lay pinned to the wooden table with his hand gripping the back of her neck.

As the memory faded sarah realised she'd been staring down at the unopened Coke bottle for some time and quickly turned to smile at her host. "I'm sorry, where was I?"
 
Her story was great! Jake found himself getting excited and not just from the heavy sexual tone of her story, but from how good of a novel it could set up. Already he could see the build up developing. He watched as she became flush from telling her story, remembering the feeling of this "Mike's" dick inside of her. Her hands drifted down and he wondered if she was playing with herself.

His own pants grew tight from his erection straining to become part of the party. Yet he tried to focus on his food first, wanting to keep this more comfortable.


He smiled when she asked where she was in the story as her body distracted her. "You were telling me about the first time he fucked you. He did it to you right there at the party? Just bent you over and put his dick inside you? Did he wear a condom, did you say or do anything to encourage him? How did he feel inside of you? Please tell me more." He insisted leaning forward in his seat.

He could picture a hotter younger version of the woman before him and he had to admit to himself thay he would have drilled her at a moment of chance as well. But he was a horny desperate bookworm so his tastes and needs were different.
 
"Please don't misunderstand me, this wasn't during the party. Most of the people had already left and a few of us had hung around to help tidy the place up so it'd be ready for work the next day. I was alone gathering the empty cups people had left everywhere when he came up behind me." Sarah blushed again at the memory of his strong hands gripping her tightly.

"He didn't say a word, neither of us did, but we both knew what we wanted in that moment, and he decided he wanted to take it. To take me." Moving the Coke bottle back onto the table Sarah pushed it away with her shaking fingertips, still clutching at the opener with her other hand. "It was fast, and raw, and bareback. I was lucky I wasn't ovulating then or I'd probably have been pregnant a lot earlier."

Looking over at the author Sarah smiled awkwardly at her stupid joke, and her eyes dropped down to where the large bulge was pressing against the crotch of his pants. Darting her eyes away Sarah's smile shifted, becoming happier as she realised that even as a single mother she still had the looks to get a reaction from a man, even a famous one like Jake Wilson.

Sighing deeply Sarah tried to change the subject, going back to her story and trying not to think about the size of the bulge pointing at her only a few feet away. "After he was done with me Pe... 'Mike' simply left me there, and I didn't mind that at all. I was still post-coital after some of the best sex I'd ever had, and it took several minutes for me to realise how I must've looked half hanging off the edge of that conference table, my bare ass on full display with cum dripping down my legs."

Smiling over at Jake again sarah gave a small laugh. "I'm sure you'd agree that wouldn't be the best way to greet any co-workers who might've walked in."

 
As she told her story Jake found himself getting emerged into her proactive and sexy story. The kind of tale leading down a hole rabbit hole of potential debauchery.


(Ooc: going to shift into flashback mode and jump into "Mike's" shoes. See if you can follow ;).)

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The campaign had gone far better than Mike could have hopes for so far. If this blazing trail continued he would win the election by a fucking landslide. He knew it was in part to Sarah, the new girl was young, sexy, and fucking brilliant on the campaign. Her ideas have been out of left field but have made for some very positive overall results.

It was girls like Sarah that made him regret his marriage. He had settled, he knew that. Neither he nor his wife were really happy with things. But they were trapped. His wife liked the lifestyle he provided and he couldn't afford scandal of any kind. So she was happy to turn a blind eye to his activities while he continued to pay her way around expensive clothing.

Maybe there had been a time in which they had genuinely been in love. They managed to fart out a couple of Ivy league kids, so there must have been something there once. Fuck if he could remember it though.

For he had eyes on that little minx Sarah. While she was great on the job, she always seemed to wear little fucking skirts and dresses like she was begging to get fucking drilled. Just being near her made his balls hurt.

Tonight they had made a major stepping stone in the campaign and Mike threw a party at his house for the staff. His wife didn't show up of course, opting to head to Vegas with friends instead. Which was fine because he was going to fuck Sarah tonight.

Not once did Mike fear that she would tell him no. Even if the minx didn't want it, she would still let him fuck her to advance her career.

After the dinner was over and most of the people left Sarah had opted to stick around and help clean up. He found her in the kitchen wiping dishes, leaning over the counter just enough that her ass was offered up for the taking.

Mike walked up behind her and pulled out his dick, then her pressed himself behind her and threw his arms around her, his palms squeezing her tits tightly. He pushed her ass over the counter and jerked her dress up enough to reveal her total lack of panties. He smiled but said nothing, I stead he lined his cock up and shoved it into the hottest tightest cut he had ever felt.
 
There hadn't been any speaking, either before or after and most certainly not during, and Sarah had been caught by surprise at first by the force with which Peter entered her tight, underused cunt. His thrusts were bold and deep, piercing to her very core and jamming her thighs against the edge of the table hard enough for the young intern to feel the tingle of pins and needles down in her toes as the circulation was cut, but she didn't try to stop him, the passion of the moment leaving her unable to move let alone speak.

She was so close to orgasm when she felt Peter's fluids burst inside her and she very almost begged him not to stop as he pulled out of her and reached for a nearby kitchen towel to wipe himself off. He tossed the rag down on the table beside her face, the scent of his fresh spunk filling her nostrils as he walked away, leaving her hanging there with her legs barely working.

Reaching down she fingered herself, feeling the slick ooze of his cum dripping out onto her hand as she finished herself off, her dress still pulled up over her backside with her crotch on full display to anyone who might've walked in on her. In that moment she didn't care and as she clamped her other hand over her mouth to stifle her moans she came quickly with her fingers buried inside her well-fucked, bruised hole.
 
Once Mike was done he really though about what he had just done to her. Technically it was rape, rape of a staff member as the only indication of consent was that she didn't fight nor scream for help. Still as he pulled himself out of her freaky fucked and cum dripping twat he thought about what he should say.

He decided it was better to not say anything and show weakness. Instead he grabbed a dish towel and wiped himself off. He tossed the towel near her face and packed himself up before walking put of the room leaving her there.


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Jake leaned forward. "So what happened after he just left you there. Did he come to you for another go later or was it you that went to him? And how did the sex turn into you falling for him?" He asked, once again rapid firing questions.
 
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