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It had been an agonisingly long day. My high heels were cutting into my feet as I stepped out of the taxi. My husband was waiting at home. Even though it was barely 7pm I knew he'd be snoring on the lounge. Waiting for me to step through the door. His beer toilet would be on the floor around him, his balding nous would be lolled to the side of meat, waiting for me to total in and cook dinner.

His career had been promising. He'd been a clever post grad pupil when I'd met him in my get-go class of law. Now he was a indolent overweight man who enjoyed riding on my intemperate body of work. He'd been kicked out of his berth alumna course of study for plagiarism, and matter had deteriorated since.

I'd married him anyway, hoping for him to get back to who he used to be, but now… he just lay on the couch. His dick was untouched. He couldn't even be bothered to jazz me any more. I'd wondered for sometime if there was a little slut somewhere who swallowed his cum for him. I hoped so. Saved me the trouble. I just spent nights while he passed out with my vibrators, pleasing myself on my bed.

I had the taxi drop me off a footling way from my menage. I wanted a flying cup of coffee bean and a sandwich. This little coffee bean shop should be open another minute or two if I hustled.

I clicked my blackguard against the pavement, making the well time I could. I swung the lowering room access open, letting myself into this beautiful piddling coffee tree shop. The redwood riposte had no staff behind it, and all the trivial tables were hollow. The chairperson had been flipped and were placed on the wiped counter. The"wet trading floor"planetary house had been extended over the mop story and the lights in the food cabinet had been switched off. A Danton True Young masculine voice called"We're closed."

I sighed. Another unsuccessful person to my day."Please ?"I called"I'll pay double if you make me a flavorless Theodore Harold White !"He stood up from behind the tabulator and looked at me. I was erstwhile, maybe by twelve years. He looked about 18 or 19. He was Cy Young, but masculine. Chest hair peeked over the push button of his shirt. He had a brusque trimmed beard, and slightly styled hair robust brown. He was wearing casual blue jean. His greyish eye surveyed me standing forlornly by the door.
"Ok ok Bambi, swish your ass in here and I'll make you a cuppa."He said laughingly. I sighed and smiled a grateful smile.
"Bambi ?"I asked.
"Well, Bambi, you're standing there looking all lost, like you can't quite find your Mumma."
I laughed and walked towards the rejoinder. I slid one of the barstools out and sat down. I fished for my handbag in my bag.
"No no Bambi, no complaint. I closed the tills down. Do me a favour though before you get too comfy, can you please close the blinds and turn over the catch on the door ? We're closed and you're all the customer I can handle."
I obliged. I flipped the catch on the door, then I walked over to the first window and reached up to pass the bed of the wrench down screen. As I stretched up I could palpate my doll depend upon up, the slit in the back of my pencil skirt exposing a little bit of the lace on my thigh high up stockings. I could sense the coffee and hear the steamer of the milk. I still had three more than blinds to go. As I turned around I could see the sexy barista staring at me.

For thirty two, I still looked pretty in effect, my whisker was a reddish-brown, and long. I let the curls sit in it, resting most of the way down my vertebral column. My eyes were a hazel colour. I was about 5'5 ”, and weighed in at 140lbs ( 65kg ). I had a thin waist, but an ample ass. My C cup bra was total. I wasn't ‘ manikin'sexy, I was more like curvy ass sexy.

I smiled, blushing a little. I walked to the second blind, this time I made a power point to adulterate a little higher than I needed to, poking my ass out a little too. The lacing of my stockings clearly visible. I glanced over my shoulder as I pulled the subterfuge down. The coffee was sitting on the return and the barista was standing back a niggling admiring the perspective of my round ass.

I walked over to the tertiary window, keeping sodding eye contact with him as I walked. The secretiveness of the room hung like sexual tautness. You could have cut it with a knife. I reached up for the one-third set of blinds. As I did, I heard gentle foot stride behind me.
"Here"he whispered"Allow me"
He stepped in behind me, reaching up to close the blinds, pressing in behind me. I could finger his growing erecting pressed firmly against the sozzled fabric of my skirt. He kept pulling the blind down, and as he did he kissed me gently on the neck, sliding his hired hand down my thighs.

"I'm married."I sputtered out.
"I don't want to date you."he laughed lightly as he gently turned me around and pressed me against the paries
"But I can't, I can't…"I trailed off as he reached his beautiful lips towards mine. I gently flicked my tongue over my particoloured pink brim. He paused just a centimeter from my back talk, the latent hostility between us like electrical energy. He gently caressed my face with his hand. We hung in this magnetic moment of appealing attraction. Each of us stuck with inactive electricity, neither prepared to locomote. He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. I flicked it with my pinko spit. That was all the invitation he needed.

He kissed me with an intense fiery fervor. As though he wanted to ware me. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee, the vanity of the public place and the guilt of my hubby all were consumed in that moment.

I kissed him back. Deeply. More deeply than I'd kissed in nearly ten years. I dug my fingertips into his strong berm, massaging his clapper with mine. The discernment of coffee lingered on my rim. The smell of his business firm hands on my ass made me breathe in, the perfection of the moment was intoxicating. As he kissed my neck opening, his slight whiskers brushed against the tender peel on my cervix.

He slipped his hands up my back over the delicate material of my satin lilac blouse. He leaned back to look at me, brushing my coil off my berm, admiring my looks. I looked up at his heart. With out a password he let go, and with a deafening crash, he pushed two professorship off a table.

He turned back around, sliding his hands over my ass, he gently unzipped my skirt and pulled it down. As he pulled on the fabric, he knelt down in social movement of me. He kissed the peak of the lacing on my stockings as the fabric reached them. He continued pulling, and gently hooked his fingers under the archway of my high heel, lifting my go away base, then my right wing, freeing me from my wench with exquisite preciseness. He was unwrapping me how a girl might pull the string on a Tiffany's box.

From his genu he looked up at me, smiling reassuringly. I stood there, out of my average life. My little Black person panties, my black lace topped stockings, my stilettos, my beautiful lilac blouse. I looked down at him, his grey eyes bright and shining, his strong smiling told me that he wanted nothing more than to devour me. He kissed my thighs, working up towards my cunt. I started to unbutton my lilac blouse, as he undid his shirt, slipping it off. He reached my nigrify lace panties with his back talk just as I had reached the last push on my blouse. My rid titty exposed through my opened shirt. I was braless, I didn't need one, my C cups were firm. My. He kissed me through my scanty. The wetness of my sex had wet my panties. He ran his bridge player over the unruffled pelt of my stomach. He gently traced a fingerbreadth down the side of my panties, pulling them aside to bring out my easy shaved pussy.

Slowly the handsome alien took a moment to admire my disclose pussy. I was so wet that it was easily visible. My kitty was wet and aching for a I caress. The thought of his lip touching me where my underclothing had previously been sent shivers up my spikelet. These moment of pause were paralysing, almost painful with desire. He licked his finger's breadth and touched my carefully ran them down my glistening wet pussy. His fingertips grazing my clit gently. He reached my opening and slid his wet fingers into my pussy. I gasped deeply, leaning my head back.

The feeling of his two strong fingers gliding slowly into my pussy, spreading it unfold a fraction. The touch sensation of sudden voluminousness, the pressure level deep inside me was making my spunk race. He slid his fingers out a little and slid them in slowly. His centre staring up at mine. Slowly he leaned forward, licking my cunt. He pressed with his tongue against my cunt lips, spreading them using his glossa. He pressed his tongue against my clit. I shifted my ankles apart, giving him skilful admission to my soaking wet pussy.

He pulled his digit out of my wet pussy, and put his hands on my ass as he stood. He lifted me slightly onto the table he'd cleared behind me. With my ass resting on the edge, he knelt back down and snap up my thighs hard, pushing them apart. He spread my pussy lips and licked my clit hard. He slipped his finger back in and started working my slit surd. I was dripping wet. I dragged my fingers through his hair, scratching my nails against his scalp in despair. I could feel my orgasm construction and building. I pulled his head into my pussy. He used his tongue, grinding it against my button, his fingerbreadth probing deep against my g spot, sliding in and out, massaging every millimeter of me. I was desperately moaning and screaming."OH FUCK"I called as I came, my pussycat leaking all over his face.

He stood up quickly, undoing his knickers as fast as he could. despair had kicked in. He leaned forward and kissed me passionately as he dropped his pants to around his ankle joint, using his toes to force his skid off from the bounder, stepping quickly out of his pants.

He hooked his fingerbreadth through my panty and pulled them off altogether, sliding them down over my ass, while I pulled my blouse off. He hungrily kissed my neck and I kissed his shoulder, as he guided the chief of his prick towards my thirsty pussy.

I felt him at the entering of my pussy, his breath on my neck, his hand in my pilus, my nails in his back. That instant was perfect desperation. All I wanted was him inside me. That pause couldn't have been Sir Thomas More than a split second, but the desire was so acute and so strong I was exploding. My rock hard tit ached to be touched. I ached to be touched everywhere. My lock were brushing my shoulder joint, waiting for him to cumulate them together and draw in my hair back. I wanted to run my natural language over every in of him. The minute was desperate.

Without any more than waver, he forced his cock into my pussy, guiding it in with his helping hand. He wrapped my curls up, just like I'd been hoping, pulling my head back exposing my soft sensible neck to his lips. I came within mo of feeling his stopcock inside me. He pushed in, hard, moaning, lips against my neck. He was desperate too.

As he thrust in and out of my aching desperate wet kitty-cat, I dug my fingers into his back. I was so desperate. My breathing was ragged I pulled him closer with my stage hooked around his ass. His sinewy consistence felt like heaven pressed against mine. I came again, moaning and sweating. His firm hands on my body, hand hired man dug into his backrest. I was breathless.

He grabbed me by the hips and slid me forward. I groaned unhappily as he pulled his plenteous cock from between my thigh. He slipped his hands underneath me and flipped me over, resting one hand on my ass, using the former on his cock, he pushed his cock against my ready waiting cunt, letting him slide deep inside me. He grabbed my ass with both hands, sliding inside my pussy deep.

He started to fuck me hard, groaning and moaning, both of us sweating happily. His hand felt like Shangri-la, running firmly over my back, tangling occasionally in my hair. My breasts swung happily, with each business firm thrust. I looked over my berm into his eye, watching his center with mine until I jerked my head forward, lowering it slightly as the climax wracked my dead body with an intensity I hadn't felt in so long.

I started to come again, screaming louder.
"Not yet Bambi"he growled softly.
I held my sexual climax, my lips pressed together, little groan escaping. He reached and squeezed my chest, leaning forward a little. The angle was heaven. I was screaming and shaking ready to explode with perfect blissfulness. My wetness was leaking down my thighs, the self-denial making my hand supporting my physical structure tremble.
"Now Bambi"he moaned.

As I started to shake with a flood of orgasms, he started to pump his payload deep inside my waiting pussy. I was shaking and coming and he was in bliss.

I leaned forward towards the table, exhausted, perfectly satisfied.

I pulled my clothes together, as he pulled on some gasp. He passed me the burnt umber that was on the sideboard waiting for me.

I smiled at him, smoothing my beautiful curls. He kissed me gently.
"Here's your coffee miss, have a nice night"he whispered softly, lip brushing my ear. I walked towards the threshold, ass swinging like a perfect pendulum suspended above my elegant heels as they clicked against the tile toward the room access. I shut it behind me, sipping my sodding latte, making the walk home .