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It was another average day at the coffee shop. I sat alone, coffee in my hand, hoping something would actually happen.
 
I'd seen her come in.

One of those women who have that 'Something'. Each time I looked over it was something else that caught my eye.

The casual yet sexy look.

Sleek hair.

Natural make-up.

Something that made me sit and stare, glad that my eyes were hidden behind dark glasses, hopeful that the laptop sat open before me gave the impression I was busy.

My mind was busy. I wanted to know what her voice sounded like. I wanted to know if they were tights or stockings she had on. I wanted to know if that ring was just for show or if she did have a man at home.
 
i got up, walked over to the register, and refilled my cup. my ass swaying as i walked. I hated my class ring. i put it on as a senior and i kept forgetting to take it off. i sat back down, my tights showing off my long legs.
 
I enjoyed watching her move, her turned back allowing me to look without fear of being caught.

Her young body looked so firm and inviting.

Inside my head, vivid images started to flash through my mind.

Each one dirtier than the last.


Leaving my table I moved over towards her, smiling and trying not to let my gaze linger on her curves. From my corner table she looked good, this close she was awesome.
 
i heard someone walk in my direction as i put some cream in my coffee. i looked at him, gave him a polite smile, and said hello. i've seen him here before, but i never talked to him before. i cant say i havent thought of actually talking to him. and there was something about him. i just didnt know what.
 
Her smile made my body tingle...

Taking a seat opposite I introduced myself, made foolish small talk.

Truth told, being this close had jumbled my mind.

Her voice was cute. The rest of her hmmm that had already started something stirring inside my ripped jeans.
 
he seemed nice. a bit flustered, but i thought it was cute. i told him my name is Hope Sloan, and that im an artist. i saw him look at my class ring and a smile of relief appeared.
 
Hope was just so relaxed. Chatting and telling me about her latest work.

I told her to call me Jinx. Then I had to tell her why a silly story about how I was constantly the cause of computer crashes in the IT department.

I loved that she was an artist. Creative types have always been a turn on and with each passing breath I was getting more interested.

I joked about modelling for her next project...
 
I smiled. I told him to stop by my studio to model if he could. I was starting to like him, but i didnt dare think of him modeling, i didnt want my pussy to get too moist.
 
It was just getting better and better. I told her that I was not busy for the rest of the day.

Was she serious? Was she just being polite?

Things like this just didn't happen to guys like me.

I liked it when she laughed...even if it was because I burnt my mouth finishing my coffee and getting my things ready to leave.
 
I gave him my address and i gave him my hand for a handshake. I really hoped he came by.
 
I'll be over soon.

Something told me she did not want me to go right there and then and I felt a bit foolish.

Well everything I did and said was making me more of a klutz.

Stepping around the table I took the hand she offered, her skin so cool, smooth and delicate.

Erm see you soon then...

I realised then that I had not released her hand and was gently stroking it
 
Uuh. I was silent a moment. Then burst out laughing! "Youre so funny! Is..." i looked at my phone for the time. 10:30. Perfect. "Is 11 ok?
 
10.31 would have been better but as I was thinking that she was about to set a date a some point in the next century I was only too happy to agree.

It felt right and made my whole body tense for a second, but I leaned in gently kissing her on the cheek before rushing back hone for a quick shower.

All the way home I thought about that kiss... the warmth of her cheek, the subtle scent of her perfume.

Back at home I showered...30 seconds spritzing my body and 10 minuted stroking my cock... I touched and stroked

And dreamed of Hope
 
[Sorry to interupt good story so far. Me15 your PM is off you can turn that on in the options im interested in rping if you want to message me]
 
[Sorry, i was busy. Sora, i cant at the moment, but i wil see]
I got to my studio five minutes later. I showered, trying to think of what to say. I quickly changed, deciding to go with my favourite v-neck shirt and shorts that barely covered my ass.
 
In the shower I let my mind run wild. The few tangible things I knew about Hope were put under the microscope.

The way she looked, the curves of her very sexy body, the swell of her breasts and the way she moved. I thought about everything, stripped her clothes slowly away from her hot body. Imagining her naked I started to fill in the little details, the scent of her perfume, the softness of her skin. Clothed and chatting in the coffee shop Hope was smoking hot, she was just my type. Naturally beautiful without being vain and aware of it. Arty and creative in my mind made for an exciting and adventurous lover. In my fantasy she was awesome.

My fantasy rolled quickly on from thinking about an awkward doorstep conversation at her studio to fucking her brains out. Beneath the hot water jets of my shower my cock throbbed in a tight grip, I had not thought about it but was masturbating hard and fast. In my fantasy she eagerly moved from being roughly taken from behind and knelt infront of me. I came quickly, thinking about my hot seed spurting out over her face, jetting up into her hair and into her mouth. That was just the beginning of the dirty dream.

Cleaning up I tried to be cool. Chose old jeans, ripped at the knees and ass, faded from blue to white, so soft they felt good with nothing on under them. My shirt was my favourite, vintage white cotton, loose fitting and something that made me feel good to wear. I had not put on underwear so didn'at put on socks. Slipping on old Converse trainers I looked in the mirror.

Too casual?

Doubts rose to the surface of my mind, pushing back all the dirty daydreams and making me think about not even turning up.

Supposed Truth - She was way out of my geeky league.

The worry and shyness was crippling.

My fingers shook as I rolled a joint. That first big hit made my legs so weak I had to sit down. The herbs worked their magic.

By the time I' had reached her studio I was really high.

"Hey Hope. So sorry I''am late."

My eyes flitted down over her body, mmm the shorts looked great and that v neck.... I dont know what she said next. I was lostin her cleavage.
 
With my head spinning the kiss shocked me and I was frozen to the spot, not even able to respond before she had broken away and welcomed me inside.

Her kiss felt so good, lips that were moist...tasted of cherries.

I followed her into the studio reaching forward and rubbing my palm over her tight shorts.

With my erection already growing I couldn't wait to get inside
 
I moaned, i just loved the feeling vhe was giving me. I backed up, still kissing him, and kicked the door shut.
 
My grip on her bum tightened and as I pushed her back up against the door I lifted her up feeling her hot body pressing tight to mine.

Moaning against her hungry kisses I felt her legs wrapping around my body and then was lost in the moment. Each kiss being hotter and deeper than the last
 
I wanted-no, needed more. My pussy was so wet from this.
"Oh yes! Fuck me please!"
 
As my hands pulled at her clothing I mumbled some kind of response....

I felt the heat between her legs as my hand cupped her sex...long fingers stroking her through the material.

Breaking away from the deep kisses I lowered my head, planting hot biting kisses over her neck and shoulder
 
I moaned, in both pleasure and need. I needed him.
"I need you so bad!"
 
Pushing up her V-neck my hot mouth closed over one of her breasts, sucking at the stiffening nipple.

So eager to touch her I pulled open her shorts, slipping my fingers down inside her panties..stretching to press against the wet lips of her sex
 
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