We met for coffee or dinner once every two weeks or so. Nothing sexual, just conversations that at times could become titillating but always just talk. I'm shy and inexperienced. He is a beta-male afraid to take a risk. It makes for a crappy sex life but fun conversations, safe in that we knew it wasn't ever going to move beyond the coffee talk.
We were at our usual bitch session but the air was different, the energy charged. Not just sexually but charged with life. It felt safe to make a mistake. Maybe the new Colombian coffee blend was to blame; the coffee shop air was heavy with its sweet nutty aroma, new and exotic. Maybe the first warm spring day allowing coffee drinkers to ditch their hot coffee for the new cold brew was the catalyst. I don't know but as soon as we sank into our usual comfy leather chairs, I could feel the day was going to be different.
He always talked about his work, his family, and his muse de joure. I mostly stuck to talking about my feelings about myself and my relationships with my girlfriends, lamenting the latest backstabbing. Truly unsexy topics and yet we predictably ended up at sex. He liked to tease my inexperience. He was far from a man whore, preferring to talk a good game and fantasize rather than taking actions leading to action.
On this day, he began to get into his cunnilingus skills. Apparently his skills were such that he had several lesbian repeat customers. I guess really it was my fault, I had forwarded a cunnilingus meme about practicing on an Oero cookie. Ever one to control his image, he corrected me; he practiced on watermelon.
As we finished our drinks, we decided to walk around the neighborhood. There was a new historic hotel that just opened at the end of the block so we walked and talked.
"Do you like it when someone goes down on you?"
My face turning beet red and my mind trying to find the right answer. What does he want to hear? Should I just be honest? Is he making an offer?
"Well, not really but maybe I've never been with anyone who is very good at it. I like sex, you know being pounded by a hard dick."
He seemed disappointed. What do I say? What did I say that was wrong?
"But that doesn't mean I'm against it. It's just not my go to."
He exhales and steps a bit closer. We are in front of the hotel. I feel his hand guiding me inside. I can feel the heat of his hand on the small of my back. Suddenly my panties are damp. I sneak a quick peek at his face. Is that courage I see?
"Welcome to the newly reopened $%&^* Hotel. Can I help you?"
"No, we are just looking around."
He is still guiding me. His hand is moving slowly from the small of my back across my waist as we board the elevator. He hits the top floor.
"Wait until you see the view!"
He's been here before. He didn't tell me that when I suggested walking up here. I guess my face ratted my thoughts out.
"I was here earlier. I wanted to make sure it was done so we could walk over. The front desk clerk wouldn't let me leave without seeing the view. Do forgive me for not telling you earlier?"
I meet his glaze. I turn my body into his and kiss him just as the elevator doors open.
We step off and he takes my hand. We walk to the end of the hall and he fishes out a room key. As he swings open the door, I see the view. He was right; the view is amazing.
I rush to the window and then feel him gently pushed up against my back, his hand resting on my waist. I turn into him and enjoy a longer sweeter kiss. My body tingles from the excitement. He smells like fresh cotton and coffee. My panties are getting soaked.
We walk towards the bed still kissing, our hands greedily exploring each other. Zero to 60, from besties to lovers?
His mouth slowly moves down my neck. My lips are suddenly lonely for his. He kisses a straight line down the center of my body until he is on his knees. His hands make quick work of unbuttoning my pants. Oh crap, granny panties! I didn't plan for this. My sexy black thong is sitting in my underwear drawer! Fuck!
He doesn't seem to notice. What he is after is under the panties which suddenly I feel around my ankles. His mouth continues its path down my midline through my pubic hair to my labia. He gently parts my labia to taste my wetness.
"So wet. Have you been wanting this?"
"Wanting, no. Longing."
His tongue flicked my clit as his finger slipped inside of me. He lead me to lay back on the bed with his free hand while slipping another finger inside of me. I reached back and grabbed a pillow. My body crazy with desire. My pussy praying for release.
He was an expert. He ate my wet pussy with such skill as to keep me close to cumming but not releasing me until he willed it. My orgasm would build and just as I would about to cum he would back off. He kept me on edge for what seemed hours. Take me to the brink then back off. Just as I was sure I couldn't handle another minute of that expert tongue in me, on me, throughout me, he plunged as deeply into my pussy as any dick ever had and I came harder than ever in my life. I felt myself crying tears of extreme pleasure, my 1st heaven orgasm.
Once I returned back into my body, I saw his face next to mine on the bed.
"You weren't lying about your skills."
He turned red. "No. I wasn't. Did you think I was."
"Well, you are a man. Knowing you would never be put to the test, why not embellish? But no, you didn't embellish. And now what? You want me to go down on you?"
"No. I want to please you. I want coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus. Not everytime but sometimes."
I searched his face to see if he was joking or being serious.
"Once a month or so we'll set up CCC meetings. I bring witty conversations and sexy panties. You bring those pussy eating skills."
He smiled. I smiled back and laid my head on his chest.
"Oh and no kissing afterward. I hate that. Deal?"
"Deal."
That was the first coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus session. We still meet up for dinner and coffee too but about once a month I get a text "CCC" and on those days I make sure to wear the pretty panties.
We were at our usual bitch session but the air was different, the energy charged. Not just sexually but charged with life. It felt safe to make a mistake. Maybe the new Colombian coffee blend was to blame; the coffee shop air was heavy with its sweet nutty aroma, new and exotic. Maybe the first warm spring day allowing coffee drinkers to ditch their hot coffee for the new cold brew was the catalyst. I don't know but as soon as we sank into our usual comfy leather chairs, I could feel the day was going to be different.
He always talked about his work, his family, and his muse de joure. I mostly stuck to talking about my feelings about myself and my relationships with my girlfriends, lamenting the latest backstabbing. Truly unsexy topics and yet we predictably ended up at sex. He liked to tease my inexperience. He was far from a man whore, preferring to talk a good game and fantasize rather than taking actions leading to action.
On this day, he began to get into his cunnilingus skills. Apparently his skills were such that he had several lesbian repeat customers. I guess really it was my fault, I had forwarded a cunnilingus meme about practicing on an Oero cookie. Ever one to control his image, he corrected me; he practiced on watermelon.
As we finished our drinks, we decided to walk around the neighborhood. There was a new historic hotel that just opened at the end of the block so we walked and talked.
"Do you like it when someone goes down on you?"
My face turning beet red and my mind trying to find the right answer. What does he want to hear? Should I just be honest? Is he making an offer?
"Well, not really but maybe I've never been with anyone who is very good at it. I like sex, you know being pounded by a hard dick."
He seemed disappointed. What do I say? What did I say that was wrong?
"But that doesn't mean I'm against it. It's just not my go to."
He exhales and steps a bit closer. We are in front of the hotel. I feel his hand guiding me inside. I can feel the heat of his hand on the small of my back. Suddenly my panties are damp. I sneak a quick peek at his face. Is that courage I see?
"Welcome to the newly reopened $%&^* Hotel. Can I help you?"
"No, we are just looking around."
He is still guiding me. His hand is moving slowly from the small of my back across my waist as we board the elevator. He hits the top floor.
"Wait until you see the view!"
He's been here before. He didn't tell me that when I suggested walking up here. I guess my face ratted my thoughts out.
"I was here earlier. I wanted to make sure it was done so we could walk over. The front desk clerk wouldn't let me leave without seeing the view. Do forgive me for not telling you earlier?"
I meet his glaze. I turn my body into his and kiss him just as the elevator doors open.
We step off and he takes my hand. We walk to the end of the hall and he fishes out a room key. As he swings open the door, I see the view. He was right; the view is amazing.
I rush to the window and then feel him gently pushed up against my back, his hand resting on my waist. I turn into him and enjoy a longer sweeter kiss. My body tingles from the excitement. He smells like fresh cotton and coffee. My panties are getting soaked.
We walk towards the bed still kissing, our hands greedily exploring each other. Zero to 60, from besties to lovers?
His mouth slowly moves down my neck. My lips are suddenly lonely for his. He kisses a straight line down the center of my body until he is on his knees. His hands make quick work of unbuttoning my pants. Oh crap, granny panties! I didn't plan for this. My sexy black thong is sitting in my underwear drawer! Fuck!
He doesn't seem to notice. What he is after is under the panties which suddenly I feel around my ankles. His mouth continues its path down my midline through my pubic hair to my labia. He gently parts my labia to taste my wetness.
"So wet. Have you been wanting this?"
"Wanting, no. Longing."
His tongue flicked my clit as his finger slipped inside of me. He lead me to lay back on the bed with his free hand while slipping another finger inside of me. I reached back and grabbed a pillow. My body crazy with desire. My pussy praying for release.
He was an expert. He ate my wet pussy with such skill as to keep me close to cumming but not releasing me until he willed it. My orgasm would build and just as I would about to cum he would back off. He kept me on edge for what seemed hours. Take me to the brink then back off. Just as I was sure I couldn't handle another minute of that expert tongue in me, on me, throughout me, he plunged as deeply into my pussy as any dick ever had and I came harder than ever in my life. I felt myself crying tears of extreme pleasure, my 1st heaven orgasm.
Once I returned back into my body, I saw his face next to mine on the bed.
"You weren't lying about your skills."
He turned red. "No. I wasn't. Did you think I was."
"Well, you are a man. Knowing you would never be put to the test, why not embellish? But no, you didn't embellish. And now what? You want me to go down on you?"
"No. I want to please you. I want coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus. Not everytime but sometimes."
I searched his face to see if he was joking or being serious.
"Once a month or so we'll set up CCC meetings. I bring witty conversations and sexy panties. You bring those pussy eating skills."
He smiled. I smiled back and laid my head on his chest.
"Oh and no kissing afterward. I hate that. Deal?"
"Deal."
That was the first coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus session. We still meet up for dinner and coffee too but about once a month I get a text "CCC" and on those days I make sure to wear the pretty panties.
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