Something warned her that she wasn’t the first one he was ravishing on this bay window. He knew his way around that cramped space too well. But she couldn’t afford to care. Not right now. Not when she is so close. So close to the ultimate end that every beginning craves. So close to being one with all that is good in this world. So close to her first orgasm in years.
Naas had frequented Turquoise Cafe so faithfully for months now. She knew who would be serving her the regular Latte and how long it will take them to prepare her usual croissant. There was a reason she preferred to go to the cafe at 4 in the evening on a weekday. There would be no one around. No one to judge her taste in music, no one to comment on her slightly quirky sense of style and no one to curiously stare at her long flowing black curly hair.
This Tuesday evening was slightly altered. She was not alone in Turquoise Cafe at 4 PM. But, oh, she didn’t mind at all. She didn’t mind an eye candy at all. His hair jet black, eyes a shade lighter than hazel, his face covered in the most magnificent beard she had ever seen. As she entered she found him looking out of the window, his back turned to her. Her first thought – how completely spectacular it would be to eat his ass.
What followed was everything all the years of cheap, desperate Mills and Boons has taught you – their eyes met, her gaze fell, his heart melted and they both knew something has changed in the air. Maybe the automatic air freshener has squirted out another batch of fragrant liquid to diffuse in the air. Or maybe the dispenser that poured out its entire entirety and made the air as thick as it could be.
She loved this hour of her routine – it Loveaholics was liberating to be away from any kind of incisiveness
It felt strange but she took her usual seat. She could feel him. Feel his eyes on her, curious, maybe even judgmental – but she liked it. She tried to sneak a peek at him. Saw his shoes. If what they say about the shoe size is true, he was a well endowed man. His legs. How they would look intertwined with her legs. His buttocks. She thought about how her legs would look wrapped around a stranger’s ass while he thrust himself into her on a kitchen counter top. The specifics of her imagination made her realize how lively her mind was. And with that she noticed the waiter for the first time since she had entered the cafe. She received her order and the waiter retreated to the inner room as he usually did, knowing she was to be his lone costumer for an hour or two.
She missed a step and stared too long as her own thoughts startled her and she realized that she hadn’t had sex in a very long time
As she took the first sip she felt the stranger move, looked up and saw him coming towards her. There was no polite conversation, nobody said a word. She stood up as if commanded to. With one swift move he grabbed her ass. Something shot through her that captivated – not her mind or heart – her imagination.
That man, that figure of self possessed surety, was going to destroy her for any man ever, and she had no idea.
