Muirnah Writes Erotica: Lust in a Coffee Shop

Courtney sat on the couch staring at her phone for what felt like hours. In reality, it was about forty-five seconds.
I could kill Katie right now. She always finds these people for me to meet saying I need to be dating. Whatever, I don’t want to date. When will she get that through her head? Still, she means well.
The phone buzzed again, startling Courtney out of her thoughts. She reached for it, not really wanting to read the text message that was waiting.
“Look, I’ve known Katie a while now, and she’s definitely Ms. Matchmaker. I’m not looking for anything serious, but why not just meet up?”
His name was Shawn. He was a single father to a 5 year old girl. He worked hard and took care of his daughter. That was really all Katie said that he did. He needs a woman, she said. Right.
“Alright, why not.”
She replied back, not really knowing what else to say. His pictures showed a tall, dark haired man, with brown eyes and a bit of facial hair. She was definitely attracted to him. It was time to take a risk.
They chatted a bit longer, talking about their likes and dislikes, favorite movies, music, and TV shows. She had to admit, she was enjoying the witty banter. He seemed like he was genuinely interested. After some convincing, Courtney agreed to meet Shawn at the local coffee shop on Saturday. His daughter would be with his mother, and he had the whole day free. Courtney had her doubts about it being an all day thing, but she kept that much to herself. She’d rather meet, have a quickie, and go on her merry way, if the truth be known.
She pulled up to the coffee shop and slid the shifter into Park. A quick look in the rear view mirror confirmed her reflection to be satisfactory. Her green eyes shone behind her black framed glasses and her light brown hair fell around her face. She reached for the lip gloss that she kept in the cup holder. She shook her head and put the lip gloss back.
Chattering of female voices grew louder, and Courtney looked out the window at a group of college girls giggling. Their short skirts fluttered in the breeze and despite the warm temperatures, pairs of nipples pushed their way to the front of their shirts. You used to dress like that. It wasn’t so long ago… With a bit more strength than was necessary, Courtney reached for the lip gloss again. Why not? You need to get laid anyway. And isn’t that what it usually means when someone says “I don’t want anything serious”?
She stepped out of the car, pulling her purse onto her shoulder. She smoothed her tank top, noticing a twinge of excitement as her hands fell across her breasts and down her slender waist. Getting laid or not, I feel sexy, and that’s what matters. She ran a hand through her hair, pushing the car door closed behind her.
Courtney walked past the giggling school girls, discretely admiring their slender legs as their skirts fluttered in the breeze, so much so that she didn’t see the man reaching to open the door. She walked right into him.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” She quickly said, backing up a step. In front of her stood a gorgeous man; He was tall, with dark hair and eyes, and a scruffy five o’clock shadow.
“Well, hello there,” he said.
“Oh gosh, you’re Shawn, aren’t you?” She felt her face turn a shade of pink. He smiled. His eyes sort of twinkled.
“You must be Courtney.”
“I’m so embarrassed.” She covered her eyes with her hands. He laughed again.
“No need to be embarrassed, it happens to the best of us. Actually, I had only just looked away from the girls a moment before you bumped me.”
Oh shit! He was watching me long enough to know I was checking out the girls?!
“Bumped you? I’m pretty sure that was a flat out ram.”
He smiled again. Courtney wondered if his brain went to the same place hers did when she said the word “ram”. The twinkle in his eye confirmed her silent thought, and he pulled the door open.
“Shall we?”
Courtney stepped in front of him and through the door. She turned around as she reached the line, catching him staring at her. She blushed, and in an instant decided that she was completely in lust with this man.
“See anything you like?”
He snapped his attention back to her face. It was his turn to be speechless. It didn’t last long, however, and Courtney was assured that he felt the same way about the sexual chemistry between them.
“Actually, I see quite a bit that I like,” he said quietly with a grin.
“Which part is your favorite?” She turned around, stepping forward in line
“Probably this,” he said, putting his hands on her hips. She leaned back into him, her ass pressing into his groin. She felt him getting hard.
“Hmmmm. I don’t suppose you’d like to skip coffee,” she turned her head to face him.
“And skip out on an hour of delightful torture?” he smiled. “Not a chance.”
Courtney’s face fell into a pout.
“Aww, don’t be that way. I don’t want you to think I’m anything less than a gentleman. And besides, I have all day.”
“Fair enough,” she said.
Finally it was their turn at the counter. He kept his arm around Courtney’s waist while she ordered a caramel latte. He ordered a medium coffee, cream and sugar.
“I’ve got sugar for you, but no, you want to have coffee and talk,” she quipped.
“Patience,” he said, grabbing his coffee and her latte.
She pouted again, but followed him to a table with a bit of skip in her step. He sat down at a table, secluded in a corner. Courtney sat across from him. Her jeans were tight against her pussy. Well, this is absolutely better than I expected, besides him making me wait for what I know he wants too.
“Well?” He took a sip of his coffee, watching her intently.
“Sorry, did you say something?”
He laughed. “I was just wondering how you think our meet-up is going.”
“Oh. Well, great. I mean, I want to fuck your brains out, but I can wait.”
It was his turn to blush. Bet he’s never heard a woman be so forward with him.
“Well, I’m flattered. And, the feeling is mutual,” he said.
He changed the subject, talking about his job, asking about hers. It was all Courtney could do to pay attention to his words, when in her mind she imagined his voice coaxing her, whispering for her to cum on his hands, on his cock, on his lips. She tried to keep up with the conversation, with little success. At least I’m thinking about how much I want to fuck him, not someone else.
“You’ve barely touched your latte,” he said as he took the last gulp of his coffee.
“Oh, yeah, I’m not that thirsty,” she said as she sat pressing her thighs together.
“Well that’s a shame… I have something for you to drink,” he grinned.
Oh my GOD, could he be any cheesier?! Wait, I called myself sugar earlier…
She stood and tossed her half full latte in the trash.
“My car?” she asked.
“Where are we going?” he said with a bit of a surprised look on his face.
“Oh, I don’t know. The lake?”
“Sounds nice.”
The lake?! Could I have picked a more public place? Fuck it. If anyone sees, they can join.
A few minutes later, they walked out of the coffee shop, hip to hip with their arms around each other as if they were a couple. She stopped at her car, unlocking it and sliding into the driver’s seat. He slid in next to her and closed the passenger door. Without hesitating, he placed his hand on Courtney’s thigh and gave a squeeze. Her face flushed and she turned to look at him.
“Maybe we should go back to my…”
“Nah, let’s go to the lake, I’ll make it worth your while.” His hand crept closer to her pussy, and she thought she might cum if he just touched her.
“Good, now let me drive, so we get there in one piece.”
“You’re no fun.”
“You won’t be either if I crash us into a tree.”
A few minutes later, they were pulling up to a vacant lot by the lake. For a Saturday, it wasn’t very crowded, only the occasional jogger. Courtney slid the car into park and turned to face Him in the passenger seat. She leaned toward him, her lips near his ear.
“What were you saying about making this worth my while?”
He turned his head, grazing her lips with his. He opened his lips and she did the same. She caressed his tongue softly, letting her hands travel around his arm. His lips moved across her cheek at the same time her hand reached for his crotch. He was getting hard, and she stroked him through his jeans, making him harder.
“No, no. I want to feel you,” he whispered.
“So feel me,” she cooed.
He didn’t hesitate to slide his hand up her tank top, feeling her soft yet firm breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch. Chills traveled up and down her arms, legs, and spine. The flush traveled up to her neck and face as His kisses trailed down her chest. He pulled her tank top down, snapping a strap in the process.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Shut up,” Courtney breathed.
Gentler this time, he pulled her tank top all the way down exposing her milky white skin and pink nipples. His lips closed around her nipple, sucking and nibbling as Courtney writhed in pleasure in the driver’s seat.
“Finger me,” she said, in an almost desperate voice. Her hands worked at the button of her jeans, in one motion sliding them and her black, cotton boy shorts down to her ankles, spreading her legs as far as she could. He kept his mouth on her breasts and moved his hand towards her hot pussy. She was already tracing her clit with her fingers when his hands reached her. His index finger slid inside her silky wetness and she let out a sigh.
He slid his middle finger in her with ease. She was warm, wet, and clenching at his fingers. He paused a moment to think about how that would feel on his throbbing dick. Wetness surrounding his head, his precum mixing with hers…
“More!” She demanded.
He pushed a third finger in her pussy as she furiously fingered her clit and he felt her explode around his hand. She gushed all over his hand. Not wanting the orgasm to end, He pulled his hand back and pushed his fingers as far inside her as they would go. She screamed, and her hands grabbed for his hair.
“Too much?”
He didn’t ask twice. His hand pounded her pussy, and she squirmed in the seat.
“Ohmigod, that feels so good!”
He felt his arm start to go numb, and gave it his all to make her cum once more. He slowed his thrusting and circled her clit with his thumb. It was only seconds before she gushed all over his hand again, her pussy clenching at his fingers inside her.
“Holy shit. That was amazing.” She breathed heavy, trying to slow her heart rate.
He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. “I need to tell you something.”
“Oh Jesus, what?”
“I’m not Shawn. I’m his brother, Steve.”

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