Coffee Encounter

It started with a coffee and ended with a coffee... and what happened in-between was exhilirating, exciting and while not un-hoped for was totally unexpected but welcomed none-the-less.

I was working in a small serviced office in a metropolitan CBD area, workng for myself, trying to establish a new business. As I smoked and loved my morning coffee, I could always be found at the same time everyday in the same coffee shop, sitting outside having my flat white and a smoke or three.

She entered her office via a door next to my regular table and she caught my eye... she was older than me, maybe mid-fifties
to my late 30's, but this didnt stop my thinking how tidy she looked in her work outfit. Short tight black skirt,
button up blouse, stockings and heels. She was worth a smile, so smile i did. And the next day and the next day and the next
day, Eventually i got the nerve to move from smile to hello, hello to good morning, and finally from good morning to "join me for a coffee". She had smiled back from day 1, said hello and good morning and yes, she joined me for the coffee. Small talk about where she worked, what she did, exchange of names and on the third morning of our breakfast together, I asked and recieved her email address.

3 weeks of smiles, small hellos and now i had a name and a means to contact her. I flirted via email, i fantasised about the shape of her breasts under the blouse, the curve of her firm ass in the tight skirt and the idea of peeling those stockings from her thighs.

Using email, i made suggestive comments, she didnt stop me, in fact she started flirting back and so i asked her for a drink at the local after work.

She quickly agreed and we made a plan for that evening. She agreed to meet me at my office and off we went to the pub.

we grabbed the last booth with a becnh
seat that wrapped around the table and i headed off to the bar. We drank, we chatted and we flirted with each other. She excused herself to go to the ladies and I sat back thinking how good this was... an attractive lady keen to chat and drink and who knows what else... but how to make my move?

My concern was not warranted, she had decided she would make her intentions clear and see if mine were the same (as if she hadnt read the signals).

She returned from the ladies and smiled at me. She asked whether I wanted to head back to my office or whether i wanted to stay in the pub. When she handed me her lacy black g-string that she had removed in the bathroom, my mind was made up and her intentions understood.

We quickly headed back to my office and there, with no one else around I quickly reached for her and brought her close to me... our lips locking together and the passion of three weeks of flirting quickly coming to the fore. I unbuttoned her blouse as she rubbed her hand against my hardening cock... through my trousers and as i unslid her top she undid my fly. Her hand reached into my crotch and her fingers wrapped themselves around my rock hard member as I unclasped her bra from behind with a single hand and a quick snap of my fingers. Her breast were loose and her nipples were firm, seeking attention so I moved my mouth over the left breast, cupping the right in my hand as my tongue flicked over her left nipple and she sighed in anticipation of what was to come....

... the passion in my small office was electric. As often happens with first encounters, there was no time for extended foreplay. We were both adults and both consenting.

Clothes were quickly off and onto the floor. Her slight frame was easy to lift and lift her I did. Dropping her onto the edge of the desk, her legs over hanging and
quickly falling to the floor, my mouth swiftly smothered her neatly trimmed mound and my lips and tongue found her honey spot as she wrapped her legs around my neck and over my back.

Grinding her crotch into my face, i was lucky enough to be able to read the non-verbal signals she as clearly giving off and i spent glorious minutes exploring her pussy as she fucked my face until i could taste her sweet juices. She came quickly and i knew there was no holding back now. The pressure in my balls was building and i wanted nothing more than to fill her as quickly as possible.

She wouldnt let me. She slowed me down. She stopped me in dead in my tracks. My plans had gone awry. Had I been used, was she just after a quick orgasm? I wouldnt complain...much. I had tasted and drank
sweet mature pussy and this to me was like manna from heaven. I have always loved mature women since my virginity was taken by a friend of my mothers many years ago, but that is another story for another time
and this was unbearable.

She stood up from the desk. She tossed her hair back and I was sure it was over. Maybe I hadnt been as efficient and effective with my tongue as she had expected although there was no denying the power of the orgasm that rocked her body. Then she asked me to sit in the over-sized office chair, leather, big arm rests and a reclining feature. She tilted the chair back and locked the recliner, then got on her knees and slowly started licking me. From my ankles, up my legs, across my thighs.

I then received the best tongue bath I had ever experienced and when the tip of her soft tongue flicked the head of my hard cock, i knew the night was not over.

I am no stranger to getting head jobs, but this was probably the best i had ever experienced (and remains so). She used her whole mouth, her tongue, the inside of her cheeks, all over the head of my cock
before getting into a position where she could take my whole 7" member deep into her throat. How she managed to tighten her throat around the head of my cock as her lips moved up and down over my throbbing shaft, I do not know. But I do know that when i came she had no need to swallow. My cock was so deep into her throat that my cum shot straight down and she wouldnt have tasted me except for the expert clean up job she did with her tongue immediately after.

The night wasn't over - there was more to come and more coming from both of us...