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Whatever, Will we do, While we wait?
I had just left the dentist;
Annual check, cleaning, etc.
Held the door for her.
She smiled.
I said,
“I’d offer to share,
A coffee moment,
With you,
Across the way,
At the Coffee Bar,
But,
They told me to wait,
30 minutes,
For the fluoride treatment,
To have time,
To do whatever it does.”
Again she smiled,
“I’m willing to wait.”
I smiled back,
“And,
Whatever,
Will we do,
While we wait?”
She,
“I live,
In that building,
Across the parking lot --
I’m pretty sure,
We will think of something,
To do,
While we wait.”
Walking across the parking lot;
She paused,
Stared at me for a moment,
“A one time thing,
A quicky,
No kissing,
Bend me over the table edge,
Flip my skirt up over my back,
Pull my bikini down just enough,
To give you access,
To my pussy,
My cunt.
Finger me,
You will find,
I am already wet enough —
With anticipation —
Hell,
Its running down my legs,
Right now.
Push your pants,
Your shorts,
Down enough to pull yourself,
Your cock free.
I assume that,
You are already,
Hard enough --
With your own,
Anticipation --
Aren’t you?
Replace your fingers,
With your cock;
Grip my hips,
And do it.”
As we entered,
Her apartment;
She walked across,
To the dining table,
Smiled at me,
I stepped up to her,
Turned her around,
Bent her over the table edge,
Flipped she skirt up,
Over her back,
Out of the way,
Pulled her bikini down,
(It was wet -soaking- wet)
Just barely enough,
That I could slide a finger,
Inside her,
To check,
If she was,
Really wet,
If she was,
Really ready—
She most certainly was.
I unbuckled my belt,
I unsnapped the waist of my jeans,
I unzipped them,
Pushed them and my briefs,
Together,
Down,
Just enough,
That I could get my cock free.
A final curl of my finger,
Stroking inside her --
I pulled it out,
Of her pussy --
And replaced it with,
The head my cock,
Pushing it,
Between her pussy lips,
Just barely,
Inside her,
(Oh my God),
Tight cunt.
Her sigh of pleasure,
Was,
Welcome enough,
Encouragement enough,
That I pushed my cock,
Further,
Into her cunt;
Until her depth,
Had swallowed,
My length --
I withdrew,
And,
Pushed in again,
Enjoying her tightness;
Relishing the sensations arising within me;
Grinding my pelvis against hers;
Smacking my thighs against her butt;
My fingers leaving bruises where they gripped her;
Creating table edge bruises on the front of her thighs;
I thrust,
I pounded,
I hammered,
My cock,
Repeatedly,
Into her cunt.
Within moments,
I came,
Spilling myself deeply into her.
Still I thrust,
Until I felt her cunt,
Tighten,
Spasm,
WIth her own orgasm.
Only then,
Did I pause,
As our combined fluids,
Ran down her legs,
Dripped from my balls.
She looked,
Back over her shoulder,
Said,
"We have time,
For another one,
Don't we."
I grinned back at her,
And resumed,
Thrusting,
All the way in,
Pulling,
All the way out,
Thoroughly enjoying the sensation,
Of my cock's head,
Repeatedly,
Parting her pussy lips,
Thrusting into her,
(Oh my God),
Tight cunt,
Until,
Again,
I delievered,
Deep inside her --
This time,
In unison,
With her own,
Orgasm.
- - - -
As I paid for our coffee,
I ask her name,
She pressed her finger against my lips,
And reminded me,
"A one time thing."
And winked,
As she walked away,
Sipping her coffee.
Annual check, cleaning, etc.
Held the door for her.
She smiled.
I said,
“I’d offer to share,
A coffee moment,
With you,
Across the way,
At the Coffee Bar,
But,
They told me to wait,
30 minutes,
For the fluoride treatment,
To have time,
To do whatever it does.”
Again she smiled,
“I’m willing to wait.”
I smiled back,
“And,
Whatever,
Will we do,
While we wait?”
She,
“I live,
In that building,
Across the parking lot --
I’m pretty sure,
We will think of something,
To do,
While we wait.”
Walking across the parking lot;
She paused,
Stared at me for a moment,
“A one time thing,
A quicky,
No kissing,
Bend me over the table edge,
Flip my skirt up over my back,
Pull my bikini down just enough,
To give you access,
To my pussy,
My cunt.
Finger me,
You will find,
I am already wet enough —
With anticipation —
Hell,
Its running down my legs,
Right now.
Push your pants,
Your shorts,
Down enough to pull yourself,
Your cock free.
I assume that,
You are already,
Hard enough --
With your own,
Anticipation --
Aren’t you?
Replace your fingers,
With your cock;
Grip my hips,
And do it.”
As we entered,
Her apartment;
She walked across,
To the dining table,
Smiled at me,
I stepped up to her,
Turned her around,
Bent her over the table edge,
Flipped she skirt up,
Over her back,
Out of the way,
Pulled her bikini down,
(It was wet -soaking- wet)
Just barely enough,
That I could slide a finger,
Inside her,
To check,
If she was,
Really wet,
If she was,
Really ready—
She most certainly was.
I unbuckled my belt,
I unsnapped the waist of my jeans,
I unzipped them,
Pushed them and my briefs,
Together,
Down,
Just enough,
That I could get my cock free.
A final curl of my finger,
Stroking inside her --
I pulled it out,
Of her pussy --
And replaced it with,
The head my cock,
Pushing it,
Between her pussy lips,
Just barely,
Inside her,
(Oh my God),
Tight cunt.
Her sigh of pleasure,
Was,
Welcome enough,
Encouragement enough,
That I pushed my cock,
Further,
Into her cunt;
Until her depth,
Had swallowed,
My length --
I withdrew,
And,
Pushed in again,
Enjoying her tightness;
Relishing the sensations arising within me;
Grinding my pelvis against hers;
Smacking my thighs against her butt;
My fingers leaving bruises where they gripped her;
Creating table edge bruises on the front of her thighs;
I thrust,
I pounded,
I hammered,
My cock,
Repeatedly,
Into her cunt.
Within moments,
I came,
Spilling myself deeply into her.
Still I thrust,
Until I felt her cunt,
Tighten,
Spasm,
WIth her own orgasm.
Only then,
Did I pause,
As our combined fluids,
Ran down her legs,
Dripped from my balls.
She looked,
Back over her shoulder,
Said,
"We have time,
For another one,
Don't we."
I grinned back at her,
And resumed,
Thrusting,
All the way in,
Pulling,
All the way out,
Thoroughly enjoying the sensation,
Of my cock's head,
Repeatedly,
Parting her pussy lips,
Thrusting into her,
(Oh my God),
Tight cunt,
Until,
Again,
I delievered,
Deep inside her --
This time,
In unison,
With her own,
Orgasm.
- - - -
As I paid for our coffee,
I ask her name,
She pressed her finger against my lips,
And reminded me,
"A one time thing."
And winked,
As she walked away,
Sipping her coffee.
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