Coffee Break

It’s approaching mid-night and I’m not even slightly tired. I look over at my boyfriend from my perch on the brown, 50′s style sofa. He’s bent over, muscles flexing and relaxing as he helps his step dad lay carpet in the spare bedroom. I can just see him through the doorway. Sweat caressing his skin.

A chill rolls over my body and I shiver, lips quivering.

I want him.

Our sexy texting all day has left my body vibrating with desire. I can feel my womanly nectar soaking through my favourite purple, lace panties. They are his favourite too. The way they sit low on my hips, exposing a glimpse of the soft, smooth skin of my pelvis, torments him.

Shifting uncomfortably on the couch I try to occupy myself with other activities. It doesn’t look like we will be getting any sexy time tonight. I consider slipping in to the nearby bathroom to find personal release. I would have to be quiet, as difficult as that might be. Perhaps biting down on a towel will help while my fingers massage the wet, silky warmth of my goodness. I feel a twitch deep within my pelvis, more nectar flows.

The doorbell rings. A late night visitor has arrived for my boyfriend’s mother and stepfather.

Perfect! Now the project will be delayed even further!

Slightly annoyed, I clear my mind of any possibility of having my man’s thick member inside of me tonight. With a big sigh I stand up from my perch and walk towards the bathroom. It’s time to take matters in to my own hands.

Before I can reach the washroom I am intercepted by the strong, sweaty arms of my love. He smells so good when he sweats.

Another twitch attacks the walls of my goodness.

“Wanna go get some coffee?” my boyfriend asks, kissing me on the neck, cheek and lips.

I breath deeply. No I don’t want coffee I want you inside of me, but I regress. “Sure sweety! I’m not very tired anyway. Coffee sounds good.”

We hop in his car and drive through the nearly vacant streets of the city towards our local Starbucks. As much as I would prefer some hot sex at the moment, a Caramel Macchiatto is a reasonable substitute.

It’s a really nice night out. A heat wave recently rolled through the city eliminating the night chill. The sky is clear and the stars sparkle beautifully.

I open the moon roof and lose myself in the beauty of it all.

We arrive at Starbucks to a dark coffee shop. Of course it’s closed! What was I thinking?

My boyfriend and I exchange a look of defeat then start scanning the immediate area for options.

Thankfully, an all night coffee shop is open across the street in front of the old movie theatre. We pull up to the drive thru scanning the board for something that sounds close to a Caramel Macchiatto.

As we wait for our coffee I glance over at the old theatre. It’s kind of sad to see it dark and all boarded up. I use to love going there. It was the cheapest movie ticket in town and their popcorn was somehow better than the rest. Oh well, C’est la Vie I suppose!

We take our coffee from the obviously tired cashier, drop them safely in to the cup holders and pull away from the drive thru. I can smell the sweet aroma of my mixture of caramel and coffee. It’s intoxicating.

I grab my cup and start sipping. It’s surprisingly delicious! Not quite Starbucks quality but a very close second.

I’m so distracted by my coffee that I haven’t noticed the car is stopped.

I look around and noticed we are parked behind the old movie theatre. One yellow flood light casts a beam behind us but the car is fully immersed in darkness.

My boyfriend’s face is filled with devilish delight! A cheeky smirk crosses his lips and my blood starts to surge again!

Damn right! What a smart man!

I place my cup safely back in the cup holder, shake of the bit of nervousness trying to take over and allow my sexual desire to escape!

Our lips meet each other as we both lunge across the center console.

Hands grasp faces while our mouths frantically try to devour one another.

My panties are completely soaked. My thighs are shaking and deep within my pelvis my womanly goodness pulses with desire and anticipation.

Instinctively, I start to crawl across the console like a lioness hunting for her prey.

Oh I’m hunting alright!

My mouth traces along his lips, cheeks, jaw line, ears and neck while my hands explore the belt line of his pants.

I find my prey, hard and already wet with delight.

My mouth waters.

My boyfriend reclines the driver’s seat as I free him from the constraints of his jeans.

What I’ve been waiting for all day appears gloriously in the late night glow.

Without hesitation I wrap my mouth around the thick, solid member allowing my tongue to tease the edges of the tip.

A loud moans rings out.

The pulsing between my legs quickens it’s pace.

I take my boyfriend in all the way until I feel him press against the back of my throat then pull my cheeks in tightly, pulsating my tongue against his shaft.

He goes wild.

I continue taking him in and out, tasting him, licking him, sucking him.

I feel his hips moving with the motion and hear his low growl-like moaning rumbling through his chest.

I yearn for him.

I take him deep again, pausing as he hits the back of my throat before slowly pulling him out again.

His face is pure ecstasy.

I can’t wait any longer.

My body is boiling with an urgent desire to have him inside of me!

As fast as humanly possible I rip my pants and panties from my body and straddle my man’s hips.

I hover deviously above him holding on to the open ledge of the moon roof. Who knew these things could be so useful?

He grabs on to my naked hips and licks his lips.

With one quick thrust his thick tip penetrates my barriers.

The sensation practically sends me over the edge.

I quickly lower myself over him, feeling him deep inside of me.

The smooth, wet surfaces surrounding him pulsate, begging for release.

Hands grasping the ledge of the moon roof, I ride my man up and down, up and down, faster and faster.

He grabs my hips and thrusts himself deep, over and over and over.

Cries of elation filter through the open roof, filling the night air.

Sweat starts to drip down my back but I continue to ride and thrust.

I take him deep over and over and over, allowing the amazing sensation to filter through my entire body.

Together we pick up the pace.

We move naturally together, faster and faster still until our muscles tighten in an intense climax.

All of the days pent up tension releases simultaneously in one incredible sensation.

I breathe heavily, legs shaking, as I continue to twitch in orgasmic delight around my loves thickness.

Each twitch torments his post-orgasmic sensitivity.

I love it.

Unable to hold on any longer, I release my grip from the moon roof and fall breathlessly in to the passenger seat.

I press lightly against the pink, sensitive flesh between my legs allowing the electrifying sensations to surge through my pelvis until they are completely spent.

I see the driver’s seat elevate to its regular position behind the wheel.

My boyfriend and I look at each other breathing heavily.

A smile cracks across his lips and I smile back.

Soon we are laughing hysterically as we try to pull our pants back on in the darkness.

“That was the best coffee I have ever had!”

I’d have to agree!