I wonder what the reaction of you, as my reader, might be, knowing that this story is written in the same hour as the events it depicts.

As I am writing this story I can still feel the cum oozing out of me. My groin is still damp with sweat from the coupling not a mere half hour ago. I think I reek of sex… fresh sex, urgent sex, satisfying sex, sex in the restroom of the coffee shop. My whole body is still vibrating with the excitement and the buzz of the release.

***

As I walked into my regular coffee shop, it was buzzing. It was early this morning and most of the regulars were in and out, carrying trays with coffee. Some people were seated around the single dining-room-sized table, chatting away; oblivious to the adage that time is money. There were not a lot of seats available and I had to take what I could get.

The seat that was most convenient was next to an attractive brunette who was banging away at the keys on her notebook. I returned to the same seat after our very hot session in the restroom, where in fact I am now sitting, writing this story.

I say attractive because the first thing I noted was her hair hanging down her back to approximately her shoulder blades. She was dressed for the office, white long sleeved blouse and black pencil line skirt which settled about halfway between her knees and hips. She also had on heels

She was slim and what I could see of her calves was what I liked about women. Longish, well toned apparently and slightly tanned. She had that coltish like appearance, lean supple and strong, fit and in charge of her self.

Taking a seat next to her she turned her head and smiled at me then returned to her task of banging at the keys. Her blouse fit her well; through a gap, I saw a white lace bra and what was the swelling of a firm size 32C bust. Her hands were strong but neat, well manicured and her left hand was gracing a plain wedding band set.

“Frustrated with your notebook?” I asked

She just smiled and continued typing, “I have to get these mails out and some people are just making it so difficult to keep your cool. Plus, I have a meeting in two hours which has me so nervous it could kill me.”

I just smiled and carried on with my work. “I will not bother you then.”

“Its okay, it’s soothing to hear a friendly voice,” she replied.

That was our conversation. However, I sneaked peeks at her. Watching her hands with fascination, I realised how much this beautiful woman was turning me on. Not so much in sexual way that it caused me to grow hard in my pants. No, she was just such a gorgeous being and the whole picture had me spellbound.

Quite a while later, the buzz quietened down and the shop was back to normal. The chatterboxes left for their desks and the random people were still coming to get their coffee when she asked me to keep an eye on her stuff.

“Just need to go to the bathroom,” she smiled.

Looking over my shoulder, I smiled at her. “Don’t take too long, or else I'll have to send a search party.”

She just smiled over her shoulder and my eyes followed her until she disappeared around the corner. Sexy!!

I gave it five minutes and when she did not show, decided to play a joke on her.

Standing in front of the only closed door of the two cubicles, I heard a moaning from the other side of the door. The moans were frustrated, laboured, and it seemed the person inside was busy trying to get off. Another sound seemed like the person on the other side actually got off

I knocked softly: “Search party…”

In between more moans, I heard, “Come on in, please.” The “please” sounded almost like begging.

Opening the door, I moved inside.

She was sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide, her lace g-string around one ankle and her skirt bunched around her hips; her hand stroking her shining pussy lips. My jaw dropped at the sight and as if to emphasise it all, she slipped two fingers into her steamy clean-waxed snatch, groaning as she did so.

She grabbed my belt with her free hand, pulled me closer and started undoing the clasp.

“Come closer please… I want to suck you.”

In a few seconds my now rock hard cock was out, pulled toward her lips by her strong grip. Soon my cock disappeared between her lips, into her mouth, her steel blue eyes locking onto mine, gauging my reaction. Her other hand kept stabbing her wet sex, the squishy sounds audible in the small cubicle while she sucked my cock down her throat.

A minute or two went by, my cock being sucked expertly by her competent mouth, drawing me closer to shooting my wad down her throat.

“Gonna cum soon,” I mumbled in-between ragged breaths.

She slipped me out of her mouth with a pop and stood up, turning around and bending over in almost one move.

“Fuck me… quick.” she breathed as she rested her hands on the toilet seat.

I rubbed her slit tentatively with my left hand while smearing a drop of pre-cum over my purple head. As I moved a single step closer, her pussy lips smiled at me and then I sank balls deep inside her heated cavern.

Starting off slowly, I relished her wet folds surrounding me. As I languorously shafted her with long deep strokes, I could feel her gripping me, milking me for my cum.

“Please,” she urged me, “If I wanted somebody to make love to me I would have asked my lousy fucking husband to bore me with that! Fuck me hard, I need it bad,” she pleaded.

My right hand grabbed her hair in a bunch while my left hand gripped her by the hip. I pulled back and hammered her pussy with deep, brutal stabs. I could feel her fingers over my balls as she rubbed her inflamed clit.

I was starting to perspire in the confines of the cubicle but I kept fucking her at a relentless pace, her fluids coating my balls and foaming at the base of my cock. Shouldering the wall to steady herself she bit into her fist in agony… just as she started groaning her release to the echoing walls of the cubicle. I picked up my pace, fucking her as fast and as hard as I could go. I was close, so close I could feel the cum rushing up my tube.

I gritted my teeth and groaned my impending release into her blouse.

“Don’t fucking stop now, cum in me, I want to feel you spraying me inside… YESSS, FUCK!!” she groaned, mirroring my huge orgasm as the first of several hot ropes of my cum splattered her cervix.

Short of breath from the exertion, I pulled out slowly, a string of cum still connecting us. I squeezed the last of my cum from my shaft and smeared it between her buttocks, rubbing it around her sphincter with my still sensitive cock head. She inhaled sharply as I pressed my cock against the sensitive dark wrinkles.

“Another time perhaps…” she sighed.

I zipped up and left the cubicle without saying another word.

***

Sensing movement next to me, I looked up. She was back, packing up her stuff, a slight smile between flustered cheeks.

“I needed that so much,” she smiled and dropped her cum stained lace g-string on my laptop.

Turning around, she left for her meeting. At the door, a string of fresh cum flattened itself on the wooden floor…