A Cup of Coffee
It was one of those unplanned days and with no particular goal in mind as I ventured out for a foray into a nearby park. A good brisk walk would stretch my legs and let my mind relax and unwind as it absorbed all the stimuli the park had to offer. Unfortunately it was quite chilly out and even the squirrels, which often provide some entertainment, were warmly snug in their nests leaving only the blowing leaves to rule the landscape. With the park being void of people, animals and warmth I made a circle in my route and cut back to the streets that would lead me in a more direct route back towards home. I was also thinking of where I could get a hot cup of coffee or hot chocolate. Even better would be a place that had a roaring fire to help warm me up a bit before I went back home. Before I could find a quaint coffee house to sit and savor a cup alone in I ran into a friend lugging a few bags up the street and offered to help carry some of the load. I said "which one is the heaviest? Because ill take the other." with a grin she handed me a heavy sack and said "here that's the light one." and we headed off towards her place laughing all the way. I mentioned that I was heading over a few blocks to get a good cup of coffee and that she was welcome to join me but she protested that it was too cold to be walking around and as my reward for helping she would make some for us inside.
I sat at the kitchen table we talked as she started the coffee brewing and put away all the items she had in the bags. As I watch her move about the kitchen I started to notice things about her I never really saw before. Things like how well her cloths accentuated her body and how graceful she was just simply moving about the room. It was like watching her perform a ballet right there on the linoleum gracefully fluttering between counter and cabinets with an occasional whirl to the fridge. Her body had beautiful long lines and curves that all came together in a beautiful orchestration. When she finally sat down with me and we were sipping cups of vibrant fresh brewed coffee I was feeling kind of warm already from my sensual mind going into overdrive. Although my friend for quite a while I had never looked at her in a sensual light before and the idea of becoming more intimate was perhaps more intriguing to me because I cared for her so much. I was sure getting intimate with her would be wonderful but I was also afraid of making a move and perhaps ruining a cherished friendship and so my mind reeled on debating the pros and cons of the situation while I daydreamed of the possibilities. I decided I would wait for some sign from her hoping I would recognize it for what it was.
As we talked I was studying her features in greater detail but most of all I was looking into her vivacious eyes. I noticed all the little things about her that made her who she was on the outside and it added color to what I already knew of how sweet she was on the inside. I tried to take in everything about her from how warm her smile was to how a simple necklace with its many colored stones seemed to be extensions of her gorgeous eyes. My eyes stole glimpses of how nicely her body filled her dress and hoe well it accentuated an enticing amount of cleavage. Sometimes I watched her delicate hands gracefully maneuver her cup from saucer to delicate lips and sometimes I surveyed what I could see of her body which disappeared below the table and I just knew how fantastic it would feel to wrap my arm around her waist and close the gap between us. I had hugged her many times before but never held her tight to my body the way lovers press each other together.
The more I thought about it the more I wanted to step over that line and take our friendship to the next level and it was all I could do not to grab her and plant a passionate kiss right on those sweet soft lips. She was sitting close to me close enough that I could catch a faint odor of the perfume she was wearing and it gave me a feeling of light headedness. She radiated an aura of energy and I could feel its warmth touch me. Perhaps it was from her eyes which showed a hint of age around the edges yet were bright clear and reflected the passion for life she still had inside. More importantly they looked at me with a kindness that only long time friendships can and perhaps something more intimate but I wasn’t sure. I used to think her face was somewhat plain but never really looked at it at length. Like the study of a piece of art the longer I looked the more I could see its beauty and appreciate its nuances. I didn’t see the face of a model but it was very attractive in its own right. It had its own character with strong features that told of intelligence and warmth.
I always had thought she was quite attractive even though she hinted sometimes that she didn't feel that way despite any comments to the contrary. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I would usually say in response it such remarks and add that our harshest critic is most often ourselves. She would give me an eye roll usually but I always saw a twinkle of a thank you in them too. The longer we talked and laughed the harder it was not too see her in a passionate light and I was beginning to feel a bit warm for such a cold day. I watched her lips as she spoke or smiled and when she laughed at my jokes her whole face lit up. I wondered how soft her lips were and how nice it would be to softly kiss them. I wondered how hard they would kiss me back and if I could feel the intensity of her passionate hungers in her kisses if we so happened to be entwined.
I was temporarily lost in my lusty thoughts for a few moments until she grabbed my leg while making a point and it caught me off guard. The electric jolt of that touch send sparks throughout my entire body followed by a flash of heat pulsing its way right behind. Strong primal urges were awakening in my body and the more I tried not to stare at the bit of cleavage peaking out at the top of her blouse the more attention those urges were demanding. I hope my face wasn't as flush as my body felt and if it was hopefully she thought it from my being out in the cold. I'm not sure how things took off from there but one moment we were talking sipping coffee and having a good old time and then next I found myself sitting a lot closer and my face extremely close to hers.
Silently looking into each others eyes we slightly tilted our heads to opposite sides and our heads moved closer and closer together. Barely breathing we leaned towards each other and our lips gently came together in a sweet yet tentative first kiss. With the slightest pulling back we met again for another and then another. Each kiss lasted a little longer until finally we relaxed and let the passion guide us. Closing her eyes she caressed my face and kissed me back with the same tenderness that I kissed her with. Like falling off a precipitous cliff our passion picked up speed exponentially as we fell into each others arms.
Sitting close we graduated from soft pecks to long deep wet kisses and she kissed me more wonderful than I had imagined. Her aura of passion and friendship manifested itself is the most amazing of kisses. Slow and sinuous like slow dancing serpents our tongues probed and tasted each other. Without missing a beat she was off her chair and into my lap allowing me to wrap my arms around her so I could pull her into me and kiss with the strength and passion that I felt inside. My hands roamed her body and she let out soft moans as I moved across certain areas. I thought of her body as a fine musical instrument and i learning how to coax its beautiful tones. I held her face while I kissed her long and deep ran my fingers through her hair as I probed her mouth to let our tongues dance with each others.
Softly I bit on her lower lip as I pulled back to move on to new territories like her neck just below her ear. I felt her hand running along my inner thighs and when she rubber her hand across my crotch my entire loins felt a tingling burning fire inside. Sliding my hand under her blouse I slid my way up her silky torso and started to massage her breasts through the lace of her bra. She responded by abandoning my thighs and going straight for the rapid swelling growing down the leg of my pants. The more I kissed and caressed her luscious body the more feverishly she rub my shaft through my pants absolutely driving me wild and making me so rigid it almost hurt. As I stood up and grabbed her hand to help her up she never let go of the bulge in my pants and with the sexiest grin came in for more of those deep wet and sloppy kisses.
We tried to go straight to the bedroom but halfway there I gave into my urges and pinned her to the wall with my body while I kissed her some. I knew once we made the bedroom our activities would get more intimate and I wanted to savor her lips for just a few more moments. When I pressed my hips into hers grinding my hardness into her she had had enough teasing and pushed me back and grabbed me by the hand and towed me into the bedroom where she spun me around and pushed me down onto the bed. With my legs threaded through hers I kicked off my shoes as she went straight for my belt and pants. As she tossed my pants aside I peeled off my shirt and she give a squeal of delight as my fully engorged self popped free as it was unleashed from my pants.
Sliding her hands up my thighs she glided up my body and zeroed in on the object of her desire. Grasping me gently with both hands she came closer until finally she held it to her face letting as many senses as possible experience what her eyes had already enjoyed. With eyes closed she could feel the softness of my skin and the rigidity beneath it as she caressed her face with my length. Pressed against her face she sensed the heat and smelled my musky aroma and it drove her wild. Next she tasted my saltiness with a soft kisses on the tip of my tingling appendage and her kisses also grew longer and harder. She was making me crazy with anticipation of when she would finally devour me whole and I would feel that delicious warm mouth surround me.
Eventually she open up and I could feel myself glide past her soft lips into her warm hungry mouth. Soft kisses long licks and a massaging hand was tickling me right out of my skin as I ran my fingers through her hair. I think my eyes rolled up in my head when she inhaled me because I can't recall anything visual just that incredible feeling of being swallowed up and the mind numbing pleasure as my sensitive head got pressed hard against the back of her throat. I tried to moan in pleasure but it came out in garbled grunts as I tried simply to breathe somewhat normally. I could tell from those big beautiful smiling eyes looking up at me that she understood how much I enjoyed everything she was doing to me.
For several minutes she drove me wild by massaging my sack and sucking me in several ways from hard to soft from deep to short and quick with multiple variations of all her techniques combined. I could tell by watching her that she was like me in that she derived tremendous pleasure from the art of giving and the feeling of my swollen self filling her mouth was working her into a frenzy too. I just relaxed more and let the excitement build until I could return the favor.
All of a sudden her lusty needs took over and she was crawling up my body like a cat on the prowl with a devilish smile on her face and I could barely contain my excitement. She crawled on top of me for a quick kiss before sitting back onto my lap. With her hands on my shoulders she positioned her moist self right at the base of my shaft which was so hard it almost hurt.
Slowly she began to slide forward grinding herself up and down my length felling every bump and ridge along the way and covering me with her sweet scented succus. A little grinding was all the priming she needed by this point and when she slid almost past the end my entire length was soaked and all I had to do was flex my shaft and I popped the tip inside her. She let out a small gasp when my ridge pushed its way in and we slowly melted together until I could go no deeper. While I was that deep I started to throb inside her and she started to squirm and grind on me. My hands caressed her body’s wonderful softness up her smooth legs and torso gravitating towards those perky tender breasts. Massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples with my fingers made her sing a song of moans and I could feel her rhythm echo in the grinding of her hips.
I could feel her using my shaft to press into her fleshy hub as she rose and sank onto my loins and made sure the angle of my bulbous tip was just perfect as to tickle that special spot inside every time we bottomed out. Suddenly she started grinding erratically and I felt the tension grip her body and the waves of energy start to shake her entire being. Legs squeezed me as nails dug into my skin and her vocalizations all let me know just how hard she was breaking on me. I pressed my hips upward and met each wave with a little extra pump while I tugged and squeezed her nipples between my fingers. Slowly the spasms stopped and she collapsed onto me nuzzling into my neck and biting me softly on the shoulder while trying to catch her breath.
I rolled her over and her body eagerly welcomed me back inside and I was enveloped by her arms legs and body. By this time I was so ready to release everything I had that I increased the speed of my thrusts to speed me to my eruption. That warm wet feeling of being inside her was incredible and I wish it could last for hours but after all that teasing I endured before I would be lucky to last just a few minutes. As that familiar warm tingling feeling spread from my head down my shaft and through my entire pelvic region I knew the final event was approaching. With a few last fervent pushes I felt the walls of the dam begin to collapse. I pulled out just before the magic moment and holding myself right over her body I felt the wad of thickness force its way out of my body.
That sensation added another layer to my orgasmic nirvana as it exploded from me and I sprayed line after line of hot liquid all over her writhing stomach. Every drop that landed on her spread its warmth and sticky-ness over her skin and made her squeal in delight as my body ejected every bit I had. The feeling was indescribable as each viscous stream forced its way up and out through my shaft during its most sensitive state. Seeing her excitement at being painted with my fluid added another level of pleasure for me. It was the most intimate gift I could give her and she accepted it with enthusiasm. When I stopped shaking from the power of my orgasm I lowered myself onto her and used my still throbbing hardness to massage it all into her torso.
Wrapping her legs around me she pulled me closer so I slid down just enough to put the base of my cock right onto her fleshy epicenter. My hips gyrated rocking on her mound and her hips arched up get the best contact between us. I'm not sure if it was the concentrated gyrations of my hips or the hot sticky mess between us or the combination of everything but I swear climaxed even harder this time. All I could do was grind and hang on for the ride. When she finally caught her breath I rolled to the side and we tangled our legs together while using soft sweet kisses in lieu of words to say thank you. She kissed down to my chest and pressed her head there as she hugged me. I hugged her back and ran my fingers through her hair as we both enjoyed each others warm body. She felt wonderful in my arms and I can’t believe I never held her like this before. As we drifted off into a nap of contentment I thought of the fantastic twist this day has taken and thought to myself that I had to get out for a walk more often.