I had met you at a cafe where I worked.

You would come in daily for your coffee and pastry. I would gaze at you from afar, admiring how genuine you seemed. You talked to everyone like you were old friends. I longed to have a deep conversation with you, but I found myself unable to do so.

You were so attractive to me—jet black hair and the most dreamy gray eyes I had ever seen. I could easily get lost in them. You had a smile that would light up the room. Tall and muscular, I wanted to know what it felt like to be in your arms.

I wanted to be apart of your circle—your world. You were a musician and would often have your guitar case with you on your back. I could only imagine what beautiful things your fingers could do, both musically and to me.

It took a while to muster up the courage, but in time I found reasons to talk to you. You were so sweet and kind. I wanted to believe that you too, would try to seek me out. It became no secret I was drawn to you.

The carnival was in town, and I had asked if you wanted to go watch the fireworks with me on Friday night. You didn’t give me a straight answer, but the following day, when you come in, you give me your phone number on a guitar pick.

I felt nothing but bliss and butterflies.

We meet up that evening and just sat in the grass talking. I tried to savor the time I was spending with you, not sure if I’d ever get this opportunity again.

We stayed at the park until the fireworks went off and then for several hours after they were finished, just talking.

Once we were done there, you had offered to walk me home. It was on the way there you realized I lived right up the street from you—directly across from a pub you frequented.

One evening, in the middle of the night, I heard a knock on my fire escape door. I lived on the third floor of an old town house. It woke me from my sleep. I walked to the door and carefully opened it to find you there. Drunk. It took me by surprise, I wasn’t sure what to think, but I knew I was obviously on your mind.

I let you come in.

After I opened the door and asked you if everything was ok, I noticed you gazing at my body. It was then that I realize I was wearing a short, see-through baby doll nighty with nothing underneath.  My breasts were almost completely exposed and my nipples hard from the sight of you. I know it left very little to the imagination.

Part of me felt like I should cover up, but part of me wanted you to see me raw and exposed. You looked me up and down. I couldn’t tell if you were enjoying what you were seeing or if you were slightly embarrassed that you found yourself on my doorstep in the middle of the night, drunk.

I started to say something, and it’s then that you reached for me, pulling me in towards you.

We kissed. Young, lustful, sloppy kisses that made my heart skip beats.

Your hands started feeling my curves up and down and grabbing my bare ass. My hands were on your chest, moving up to your face and to the back of your neck. I wanted time to freeze. I wanted to stay like this forever.

You picked me up and carried me to my bed, telling me how beautiful and sexy you thought I was. You placed me down softly and rubbed your hands through my hair.

I just gazed into your gray eyes, which were highlighted by the moonlight, shining in through the sky lights.

With you on top of me, you kissed my neck, and I felt myself starting to arch my back a little bit. My breath slowly deepened as I waited in anticipation with thoughts of what may follow.

Your kisses moved down from my neck to my collarbone. You begin to slide my straps off my shoulders, cupping my breasts with your hands, and planted your face between them. You shook them up and down, and I felt a twinge of moisture settling between my thighs.

You removed a breast from the little material that was covering it and start sucking on my nipple. I let out a small moan. This excited you, as I felt your cock rise and harden. You pulled out my other breast and started sucking on it while your fingers pinched and played with the other.

You sat me up and undressed me. I was lying there, naked and vulnerable. You stood up and removed your shirt and jeans. I could see you were hard through your boxers. I leaned forward to help you remove them. They hit the floor with a hasty thud.

Your cock sprung up, as my eyes lit up. You were much larger than I had anticipated. I took your cock in my hands and rubbed it up and down slowly while I played with your balls. I also began teasing you by licking the head of your beautiful manhood. I could taste the pre cum that slowly leaking out.

I pulled you towards me onto the bed. Our bodies seemed to melt into each other as the passion of our late-night randevou continued.

We kissed more and more. My hand stroking your cock as your fingers explored my wetness.

You found my clit and circled it with your long finger tips.

I could feel my temperature rise as you slid two fingers inside of me. Your musical fingers started playing with my sweet spot internally.

I moaned with pleasure. You whispered in my ear that you could play with me all night long, stating my wetness was turning you on and driving you mad.

You pulled your fingers out of me and had me lay on my back, pulling my knees up, legs spread wide open. You positioned yourself between my thighs, pulling my lips open slightly. Your tongue danced with my clit, licking me all over.

The sensation started to become overwhelming. My thighs were shaking and closed in around your head. You lifted my butt up with both hands and continued to eat me. Your tongue slipping inside me as far as it would go.

I moaned your name. This increased your drive. I told you I’m getting close to cumming.

You stopped licking me and asked me to roll over onto my stomach—to get on all fours.

I did as you told me to. I positioned myself head down ass up. You slapped my ass with your hard cock and ran it through my wetness.

You spread my cheeks a little bit as your cock found my pussy. You inserted yourself, hitting my cervix instantly.

I let out another moan. You felt amazing. You were so hard. You had your hands on my hips, ramming me hard and fast, hitting my g-spot with every thrust. With every internal movement, I felt myself dripping more and more.

I begged you to fuck me harder—our rhythm reached the crescendo.

I was at my peak, and I climax. I screamed your name.

My juices dripped down your cock. You pulled out and came all over my butt. I was covered in both of our fluids.

You grabbed your shirt and cleaned me up.

We lay there, hot and sweaty. The smell of sex lingered in the air. You pulled me in and kissed me, telling me I’m beautiful.

You held me in your arms until I fell asleep.

When I wake in the morning, you’re gone.

I feel a slight sense of panic. When I reach for my phone to check the time, I realize I have a text from you. You say that you set my alarm and that you’d see me at the cafe.

I lay there wondering where we go from here.

I get up and get ready for work, putting a little extra emphasis on the way I looked. Extra make up, fancier hair, a thong to showcase my ass.

As my morning shift starts, I don’t see you come in. When we make eye contact, you give me a wink, and I get you your usual. As I hand your coffee to you, you grab my hand and tell me you had a great time last night.

You make me blush. I felt like all the eyes in the cafe were on me, but I know they weren’t.

You ask if you can see me again.

I nod in agreement.

You squeeze my hand and whisper, "I’ll see you tonight," as you walk toward the door to leave the cafe.