When Susie watched her bus pull away, it summed up a day when very little had gone according to plan. Spinning out a coffee seemed a better idea than venturing out into the rain, so she went into the cafe and sat down opposite an older man who had sheets of paper covered with handwriting in front of him.

In the hope of killing time with conversation, Suzie asked if the man had his life story in front of him.

"No, these are stories I write to keep my ageing brain active," the man replied.

Suzie asked the man if she could read some of what he had written.

"That might not be a good idea. My stories are erotic fiction, and if you thought you were getting a bit of sci-fi and three paragraphs in, you found out differently, and I'd feel rather guilty," he said apologetically.

"If we're making confessions, I suppose I'd better tell you I'm as horny as fuck, and reading something sexy might be exactly what I need," Suzie said, speaking truthfully.

Before she began reading, Suzie introduced herself, her storyteller telling her he was called Callum.

Suzie began reading Callum's story and quickly decided it was one of her better decisions. A young woman's fantasy of being seduced by a delivery driver was the story's theme.

"This is very much me," Suzie said on reading a passage about the central character enjoying a slow massage over her body and deep kisses on her aroused nipples.

Suzie focused on the words on the page as her mind filled with every scene that unfolded in the story. The pictures she saw in her mind of lips easing down her body and his massage slipping into her knickers were sweet and full of anticipation, drawing a sigh from her lips as she shuffled slightly in her seat.

"This is working rather well, Callum," Suzie said with a giggle as she felt herself becoming more wet and aroused by the second.

"I know what will happen to me reading this, and I have no intention of stopping whatsoever," Suzie whispered.

As she finished speaking, Suzie walked as calmly as possible to the toilet facilities, which were mercifully located a few steps away.

On her speedy re-appearance, Suzie discreetly showed Callum the knickers she had removed and her unbuttoned jeans as she began to read, slipping a hand inside the front of them as she did so.

Suzie began reading again, picking a moment to slip Callum's fingers onto her gorged, wet clit, so he knew just exactly what his creativity was doing.

"I need to take a picture of this to show the girls what you're doing down there," Suzie whispered, wasting no time in doing exactly what she said she would with her phone.

The description of lips and tongue exploring every fold, recess, and trigger point inside the character's body hypnotised Suzie. When she reached a paragraph that talked of pursed lips and a fast tongue drawing and circling on a gorged clit, she gasped.

Suzie deepened and speeded up her own work. The outcome was inevitable; the extent of masking reality was the only undecided issue.

"I'm having my clit sucked, and it feels so real I'm going to fucking explode, Callum," Suzie whispered, too excited to be worried.

Callum grabbed his phone, playing a short extract of music to disguise the noises of climax that defeated Suzie's best efforts to suppress them. Fortunately, the café was mostly empty. The disturbance was also seen as attention-seeking by the few who noticed Suzie's strange movements, flushed face, and unusual sounds.

Suzie and Callum stayed seated until the last rhythms of Susie's climax had ebbed away and went their separate ways, beaming smiles at each other.

Suzie treasured the photograph she had taken of how aroused Callum's story had made her. Callum hadn't expected to find Suzie's wet knickers stuffed into his coat pocket when he found them, although it had been an unusual day after all.