"Mocha, large ... and your phone number, too?"

[1Guy4U]

(OOC -- This is a personal thread between Mark Davis and Tina Smith. It begins in the time line where the link that brought you here is located, but it is a flashback to two years earlier.)


Today...

Mark parked kitty corner to the Starbucks, but remained behind the wheel, surveying his surroundings. His trepidation was a combination of the neighborhood being sketchy, of his skipping out of an important meeting to be here, and the identity of the woman with whom he was hoping to have some unusually very adventurous and possibly dirty sex.

Mark had been coming here for almost two years, typically once or twice a month. There had been one crazy, wild week when they'd met four days in a row; it had been the most excited and -- with them almost getting caught by his wife -- scariest sexual experience of Mark's life at the time.

He entered the store, walking up to the line casually; You're just another guy, buying an espresso. But immediately upon seeing her, his dick began to enlarge. He stood in line, staring her way until she caught sight of him and smirked a bit.

It was the same smirk she'd given him that day she took his order, "Mocha, large ... and your phone number, too."

 

[HottieKatie]

Today...
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Tina was behind the counter taking people's orders.

"Good morning, sir."
"What would you like, miss"
"Wonderful choice, ma'am."
"Here's your change."
"Enjoy your coffe."
"Come back soon."

Over and over the same boring words. But, hey, they were paying for her future apartment, so they deserved the nice treatment.

Every once in a while as she waited for the clients to pay, she checked the queue to see if there might be someone from whom she might get a special talk. Some punk guy who might try to hit on her, an old woman who'd tell her that tattoos and piercings were dangerous...

When she saw him her heart started to pound with excitement. Mark. Mister Moka. She had met him about two years ago, but she remembered it like it happened yesterday.

Two years earlier...​

Tina was 20 at that time. She had just got her second tattoo which made her look even younger. But she was quite experienced. She had always been.

And a thirty-something smart guy had just asked her for her humber. "Mocha, large ... and your phone number, too" had been his words.

She was surprised. Guys like that didn't like girls like her. Girls that looked like taken out of a punk music videoclip. And yet he was. Of course she wouldn't miss the opportunity to hooking up with an older guy. She hadn't yet crossed that off her list of "1000 things to try before dying", most of them concerning sexual activities. She wouldn't imagine then that she would cross out so many things from that list with him .

Luckily she had taken a pen and a napkin secretly and had started writing as she said: "Sorry, sir, but I don't know you that well to give you my number." She had seen her mate's disapproval expression on her. Saint Theresa the virgin spoilsport.

Although her words were partly true. She hadn't given him her number. She knew better than that. If he was just testing his skills she would never know. So she made sure he was really interested. <<Front door. Closing time. Don't stand me up or I'll have to find another straw to suck in ;-) >> It had not been her best line, but she had to be quick, for a long queue was waiting behind him.

Anyways, it had served the purpose, for when she left the coffe shop, he was there.

 

[1Guy4U]

Today

She was hard up for money; he knew that was the only reason she would email him at the special address. Someone looking from the outside of their relationship might think that was a pretty cynical way of thinking for Mark. But if they knew that the only reason he ever contacted her was because he was in the mood for kink, they might understand.

Oh, it wasn't that Mark didn't like or care for Tina, outside of the topic of sex. They were just two very different people, living in two very different worlds. Their relationship was like some SyFy channel movie where two alternate dimensions of the same world suddenly collided, bringing together people from each of those dimensions for a short time, to accomplish some great feat before, once again, life returned to normal.

And like in that movie, Mark was usually pulled into Tina's world about the time her rent was due, and Tina was usually pulled into Mark's world when he'd come up with a new fantasy in which he was desperate to partake.

As he waited for his turn in the queue to come, he thought of the irony of today's meeting. He'd gone to the computer that morning not because he'd received an alert of her email to him, but because he was about to email her instead. As he stepped up to the front of the line, though, he'd already made the decision not to divulge that information; he was more likely to get what he wanted if she thought they were coming together for her benefit, not his.

"Mocha," he said after she asked for his order with that knowing smile. "Large, to go, please."

Mark paid for his drink, exchanged polite farewells with her, and headed for a seat near the door. Making contact for them was also like some movie, this time a spy thriller. For the next couple of minutes, he glanced at her occasionally, waiting for her to have a moment to herself, which in a Starbucks meant seeming to wait forever. People and their fucking Starbucks, he thought to himself. It's just Folgers and chocolate, people.

But finally, the queue was empty and, after glancing his way briefly, she stepped away from the other baristas and pulled from her apron pocket the note he'd slipped her inside his payment for the coffee. She read it quickly -- it was short, only saying Bring a girlfriend -- then looked his way with an even wider, knowing smirk.

They'd very briefly discussed threesomes the last time they were together last month, when she'd fulfilled another one of Mark's fantasies by blowing him in the back row of a low rent movie theater, two towns over. Actually, they'd fulfilled two of his fantasies that day. The Theater Usher had been kind enough not to interrupt the pair when he caught them going at it, but once Mark had exploded and the two of them got up, mid-movie, to leave, the 50-something Usher threatened to call the cops, making it clear that he knew who he was dealing with by calling Mark, "Mister Davis". To keep his name from being splashed all over the headlines, Mark got to watch his girlfriend blow another man, and the next day, Tina's old beater of a car was in the shop, getting the dings taken out and new paint put on.

Two years ago...

Mark was in his car, kitty corner to the Starbucks half an hour before he was supposed to meet Tina. It was partly because of his anal nature concerning appointments; in the nearly two decades since his parents died and he took over control of their estate and business portfolio, Mark had never been late to a meeting, appointment, get-together ...whatever he was scheduled for. It gave him an edge, he thought, to always be the one already sitting at the table when his counterparts finally walked into the room.

It was also partly because he was so anxious to get a piece of that unbelievable, young woman. And he was certain he would, too. Mark confidence was riding high in the water, living on Cloud Nine when it came to his sex life...

He and Joan had been married and faithful to one another for almost a decade and a half before things began to unravel. Mark had taken a teaching position at CU, and almost immediately, his eye was starting to wander toward the young, beautiful Coeds. About that same time, Joan had gotten involved in several organizations about town and was spending a number of evenings out late each month.

It was probably Mark's imagination working over time, thinking that Joan was having an affair. But one evening after a board meeting, when a sexy, fellow teacher walked into his CU office and dropped her dress to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a tiny thong, Mark jumped at the opportunity to even the infidelity score, even though he had no actual proof that Joan was in fact sneaking around on him.

And he'd been jumping ever since. In the seven or eight years that he'd been cheating, Mark had had at least a dozen affairs of length, as well as several dozen one nighters or sex weekends.

Mark's extramarital sex life had been enjoyable to say the least; he had bedded women his age and older who had great experience in the bedroom, and he'd introduced younger, inexperienced CU Coeds -- girls, compared to his own age -- to the joys of sex. But it had all been fairly ...what was the word ...vanilla?.

Then he spent the afternoon with a spooky-looking, spooky-acting student -- trading her blow job for his "A" in Pre-Algebra -- and he decided he wanted to expand his sexual horizons. Seeing Tina today in the Starbucks and hitting on her the way he had, simply because she looked wild, was assuming a stereotype.

Luckily for Mark, he had assumed correctly...

As he saw her step out of the shop, he fired up the engine of the little Jaguar and shot it across the road, stopping at the curb directly before her. He leaned across and pushed the passenger door open, trying to sound suggestive saying, "Your chariot awaits, m'lady ... but ... I'm no Prince Charming."

In the end, of course, he would be a bit of a Prince Charming, saving the damsel in distress from her financial woes again and again.

 

[HottieKatie]

Today​

<<Bring a girlfriend>>, Mark's message said, and Tina was even sadder for the message she was going to give him. Their date for that day would have to be postponed. Her mother and step-father had decided to go out that night and she had to take care of her step-brother. She was so looking forward to meeting Mark, really missing some good-quality exciting sex with him. And now he wanted to have a threesome... that was so exciting! She had thought about taking him to their apartment, but her brother was such a telltale... And her parents didn't care at all what she did when she was out at nights, but they had categorically forbidden her to bring guys home, specially when baby-sitting. So it would be impossible for them to meet that day.

She looked at the note again and she started getting excited thinking about who she was going to tell that future plan. Mandy, she was totally the one. Tina would fantasize the whole night long about it. As soon as her brother hit the bed, she was going to spend some nice time with her thoughts and her pink vibrating bunny.

There were no clients waiting so she used the time to have some cig outside. On her way to the door, she left a note on Mark's table. <<So sorry dear, I gotta baby-sit tonight. But I'll let you know when my girlfriend is free>>

She stepped outside and lit her cigarette. It was a chilly morning, the weather so much like the day they had first met.

Two years ago...​

"Your chariot awaits, m'lady ... but ... I'm no Prince Charming."

What a line to get a lady, she had thought. And she had found him funny. Everything in the whole situation was strange, and she was loving it.

"Do I look like a Cinderella needing to be rescued?", she said as she jumped in his car.

He had been waiting for her, there was no doubt. Was he desperate or just excited as she was? She didn't know by then, but she didn't care. She just wanted to try a piece of that new cake that was being offered to her.

She had given a look around the car and realized he was an important man. Everything was so tidy, and fresh. She guessed he'd be a lawyer or a professor. Tina found it easy judging people. After all she met thousands of people everyday, and she was learning to understand and identify all kinds of people. But this one had dazzled her. His looks were deceiving, that she could tell. That was why she was all excited to get to know him better.

"So, where does this chariot lead?", she asked him grinning as she took of her raincoat, revealing a suggestive tight short dress. She always wore things like that to work, for she didn't know where the day was going to take her, and she wanted to be ready. The people at the coffee shop looked at her in a strange way, but hey, she could do whatever she wanted when she went out. And in the shop she had to wear that nice black shirt and green apron, so what the fuck did they care what she wore afterwards?

While she waited for him to answer or drive away she put on some red lipstick.

And thus, they started what was going to be a quite profitable relationship.