Coffee Hit!

As he slowly began to remove his clothes, Sam couldn’t help but wonder how the hell exactly he got to this place. Beyond the physicality of driving to her house, being sneaked in through the backdoor, but how did he get to this moment? How did they progress from their recurrent but brief interactions to this?

Cara was nearly ten years his junior, though that kind of age difference seemed to matter less as he got older. Sure, they spoke every day, while she made his coffee and longer if her cafe was empty. But the conversations could get quite deep, secrets unexpectedly shared, flirty remarks, from both sides.

Sam’s mind was still trying to figure things out when he noticed the shower in the next room had stopped. By now he had stripped off everything bar his boxer shorts. His thumbs tucked under the elastic at the top, hesitant. Was it too forward for him to be completely naked? Or was it expected?  He realized he had no real idea about these kinds of situations.

He needn’t have worried. With his thumbs still beneath the elastic, Cara entered her room, still half soaking wet, completely naked. Sam tried to be a gentleman and look away, but he had fantasized about this moment for so long, and dared not miss the opportunity. Her brown hair now seemed almost black from the shower, only further drawing attention to her big brown eyes, resting above a gorgeous smile.

‘Well this is awkward,’ she grinned, her eyebrows signaling to his boxers. Though well and truly aroused by the idea of the evening, Sam was thankful for the visual stimulation that gave him a half chub as he dropped his underwear. Far less embarrassing.

Cara’s grin broadened as she took in his visage. He was not what she was expecting. Despite the out-of-the-blue literal booty call that took place not so long ago, Sam realized they’d not even kissed yet, as she moved closer to him. He maintained eye contact while staring at her luscious breasts in his peripheral vision.

Her olive skin was smoother than he ever envisioned, as his hands wrapped around her waist and took a hold of her back. Her full breasts squished against his woolly chest as her fingers found the back of his hair. Sam felt the warmth of her breath. She inched closer to his lips, her eyes locked on his.

As he prepared for her kiss, Sam couldn’t help but think of the meme she had texted him earlier, the picture that eventually set all of this in motion. The words of the image simply read: ‘Love your woman like her creepy regular wishes he could’, followed by her own additional message of, ‘Thought of you instantly’.

Sam tried to push the thought from his mind: ‘Nobody could ever love you like I do.’ He allowed his eyelids to close as her lips pressed against his, savoring every sensation she had to offer him. Her tongue darted between those wet lips, stronger than he had ever pictured, more impassioned than he had dreamed.

Cara was taken off-guard by the softness of his beard, countered by the urgency of his kisses. He seemed to be doing his best to not just straight out devour her. And she wanted him to. She felt the corner of her mattress against the back of her knees.

Push me…’ She let the words stay silent in her mind. But when his fingers fell gently upon her cheek, their lips still entwined, she felt the electricity surge through her body. She took matters into her own hands, literally, and holding Sam, she let herself fall backwards onto the bed.

With his naked body on top of hers, there was certainly no denying his eagerness for her. It was kissing her lips. It was pressing into her belly. Cara wanted to touch his cock, wrap her mouth around it. But she wanted him to make the moves now, settling on simply pulling his body harder against hers.

Sam’s mouth left her lips, and he let his kisses and hands explore her body. Behind her ear, down the length of her stretched out neck, her shoulders. His tongue circled across the fine hairs around her nipples, cupping beneath her breasts and continuing his way down.

Cara flinched as his beard brushed down her side, that fine line between ticklish and tantric. That line was solidified to the latter as his head moved between her thighs. Sam lingered there, far longer than she could take, his breath warm on her glimmering pussy. He felt her try to push herself towards him, to close that tiny gap. He resisted a little longer.

Finally, with the air filled with Cara’s preemptive moans, he pressed his tongue against her labia, slowly lapping up each side. Her skin tasted like almond body wash, but her juices were natural, and Sam tried to hold himself back from diving into her too quickly. With a broad stroke, he brought his tongue to her clit. Her whole body shook, something unintelligible expelled from her mouth.

Sam was thankful for the small light coming in through the windows, all the better to see her with. With two fingers he eased back her hood, and circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. The more she reacted to him, the more he gave. He gently entered her pussy with a finger, drawing another moan from her. Her g-spot was where he expected, and he pressed against this little textured area, not losing contact, but maintaining that magical ‘come hither’ motion.

‘Harder finger, softer tongue,’ Cara managed between labored breaths. He followed her directions happily, and slowly took his fingers away from her hood. She felt them leave her, and was about to ask him to bring them back, until she heard him pulling his cock. Such a turn on to hear.

‘Fuck, just like that. Right there.’ Her words fell on his attentive ears. He felt her body move into a rhythm. ‘You’re gonna make me come,’ she panted. He dared not change pressure or positions and within a few more moments, she shook and shuddered around him, her thighs trembling against his ears.

Cara savoured every climatic moment, her whole body simultaneously flexed and relaxed. Sam was still between her thighs, slowing down his tongue and gently easing his finger from her pussy. ‘Get up here,’ she said, tugging at his shoulders. She tasted herself on his beard when he returned to kiss her. She loved it.

Her hand pushed between their bodies and guided his cock inside of her. ‘Oh god,’ Sam moaned, her naturally lubricated pussy drawing him further and further within. Her orgasm had perfectly loosened her for him, giving them enough freedom of movement, while holding onto one another’s texture.

This was not the kind of first encounter Cara was used to. The man diving right in to offer up a blow job, followed by his slow and gentle thrusts. All the while gazing into her eyes, punctuated by passionate kisses.

‘You can go harder,’ she whispered to him.

‘I intend to,’ he grinned back while maintaining this softer connection. Cara was enjoying this far more than she expected. Not just the slow movement, but this night with Sam. The buildup, the tease, the lusting. And of course, that orgasm. She smiled up to him, her hand gently touching his cheek.

And with that, Sam mixed it all up, driving his cock as deep as he could, his arm over her shoulder holding her closer for maximum penetration. Her eyes lit up immediately, and he followed up with repeated deep thrusts, ever gaining momentum and speed. Cara couldn’t keep her mouth closed as she watched him watch her with a relentless yearning.

‘You gonna come for me baby?’

‘You want me to?’ he managed through heavy breaths.

‘Fill me up,’ she grinned.

Sam was unsure if it was the permission or that gorgeous smile, but he suddenly realised he was far closer to coming than he had hoped. He shifted his positioning inside of her and with the contraction of her kegels, he was drawn rapidly to climax. He moaned and groaned as his cock exploded within her. Cara felt the hot cum spurting into the depth of her, each and every spasmodic ejection, the whole time unable to take her eyes off Sam’s ‘o face’.

For nearly a minute, he kept going, both in motion and ejaculation. He was amazed at just how much she had drawn from him, and let her know so by softly kissing her as hips slowed down until at last, their naked bodies lay entwined, lips locked, his cock softening inside her.

‘Grazie,’ he whispered in her ear.

‘Prego,’ Cara replied, kissing his cheek, his nose, his mouth.

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