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Fresh Coffee For the Gentleman
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Fresh Coffee For the Gentleman Once upon a time on Affairlook, this blogger took a voyeuristic peek into the fantasy & fetish of an older woman & a younger man. Well, tit-for-tat. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. It is time to penetrate the erotic fantasy of sex between an older man & a younger women. After all, even though no one is counting (i.e. keeping statistics, hm, there’s an entrepreneurial idea…) the medical circles are reporting greater prevalence in the attraction to this particular age difference because it "can bring great joy”. Now - just how can this be, you ask? Well, you’ll have to relax, read this erotica, lay back on the bed (naked, of course) and let your imaginations go… ***************************************************** Fletcher was fond of coffee at Starbucks, and found himself going more & more. No doubt because had a growing crush on the young lady who typically served him, Cassandra, according to her nametag. They both loved to flirt. They spontaneously smiled at each other from a distance and said hello to each other no matter who was in line ahead of him. He started referring to her as “my favorite Starbuck’s girl”, to which she replied, “Awww, that deserves a hug, come here…” Neither of them cared what the other customers thought as they hugged each other tight, and long, at the Starbuck’s counter. Fletcher & Cassandra were blissfully and erotically unaware that almost everyone else silently thought, “My God, he’s twice her age!” That’s how it started, innocent: exchanging names, flirting and hugs. Before long he asked her to help find items on the shelves, things he knew the exact location of. She gleefully cooperated. It gave him a chance to be close to her, brush up against her, smell her hair &, of course, get a hug from her. He knew that she knew, and everyone else knew, that he was faking helplessness to draw her out from behind the counter, and they both found it exciting. So exciting, in fact, that the third time she “helped” him, they could both feel his budding erection when they hugged. Cassandra’s response was to look at his crotch, smile and then look into his eyes. “It’s so nice to be appreciated that way.” Her eyes changed, suddenly into bedroom eyes, and she then hugged him again, tight, very tight. The next time he came in for morning coffee, Cassandra beat him to the punch. Before Fletcher could ask, “How’s my favorite Starbuck’s girl?”, she walked to the order desk and asked, “Can I show the gentleman some of our newest, fresh coffee?” She didn’t wait for his answer. By the time he answered” Of course.” she was taking his hand & guiding him to the back, secluded isle. “Here it is.” She turned, her breasts full into his chest as the words rolled off her tongue as if blowing a kiss. “It’s very fresh.” Her tone was low & soft. “You know I like it fresh.” He said as he grabbed her waist, as if by primal instinct, and pulled her into against his hips, against his growing member. “I know you do.” She ground her hips gently against his. Her dark eyes were fixed on his baby blues. Simultaneously, they spoke: him - “What time do you get off?”, her - “3 PM.” She withdrew back behind the counter trying to hide her quickened breath & pulse. He slipped out the door hiding his erection the best he could. She served him again just before 3 o’clock: a tall double cappuccino. He sat at a table in the afternoon sunlight and she joined him momentarily. After a few polite greetings & pleasantries, Cassandra said, “Let’s get out of here. Bring your coffee with you.” They were out of their seats and out the door in no time. “My car is parked at the far end of the lot. Why don’t we go there and talk?” Fletcher followed as if he had a ring in his nose, or perhaps more appropriately, in his penis. The car was isolated on the far side of the parking lot, next to a row of tall trees. He sat in the passenger’s seat and she behind the wheel. She asked to sip his cappuccino and slowly, deliberately, kissed him full on the mouth. The hot coffee seeped into his mouth from hers and he sucked it in like nectar. Their tongues lavished themselves with swirls & thrusts. The kiss was deep and long. “Is that fresh enough for you?” she giggled. “Not quite.” He smiled as he sipped from the cup. Holding the coffee in his mouth, his hands undid her blouse & reached behind to unhook her bra. Lifting her black bra, and seeing her dark nipples hardening on her teardrop shaped breasts, he kissed her nipples one at a time, letting the hot coffee seep, ever so slightly, onto her. She pulled his head into her breasts as she moaned. They kissed again and he said, “That’s better! That’s a little more fresh.” She laughed and pushed her hand between his legs. His cock was trapped in his jeans, and was protruding in protest against the restraint. She massaged it back and forth. He put his hand lightly on hers as encouragement. She unsnapped and unzipped his pants. “Lift your hips for me.”, she instructed and she pulled his jeans down enough to expose his cock, which rose like cobra released from it’s basket. “How beautiful!” She said in an excited tone. “Let’s see if I can freshen you up.” She sipped again on the cappuccino and took his cock into her mouth, letting the warmth of the fluid roll down his shaft. The pleasure took him, mounting quickly: the softness of her tongue, her inner cheek and the heat of the coffee were blissfully intense. She sucked and kissed for a few moments and then lifted her head to kiss him. She grabbed onto his shaft and pumped it at the same time. He reached between her legs and massaged her pussy through her jeans. She moved with him, oooohing and ahhhhing as she receded from his hand only to then push into it. Her cushy breasts rubbed into his arm. They looked like horny<b> teenagers </font></b>getting satisfaction on the fly, in the car, anyplace & anyway they could. “I love the way you make me feel.” She confessed. “You make me feel so secure and safe. You’re so mature and confident, it’s protective in a way. I feel like I can do anything with you.” “Me too!” He offered in return. “I love your girlish energy and excitement. You make me feel like I would do anything for you, to make you happy. I feel so intensely alive!” He sighed with pleasure. “Am I your daddy surrogate?” “You are.” She murmured. “I need you to make me feel like daddy’s precious little girl: more wanted than any other girl. I want you to fill me up, fill me with happiness.” Holding his rigid cock firmly, she laughed. “You certainly live up to your name, you know? I looked it up: Fletcher - arrow maker.” They both laughed. “And what does your name mean, Cassandra?” “I am a princess that shines upon man. Especially an adorable and sexy older man like you, Fletch.” She kissed his neck and pulled her hands to her jeans. “Let me give you my greatest, most pleasurable gift: a gift from your sweetest girl to my strong, giving father figure…” She pulled her pants & panties down just above her knees. His hand was instantly between her legs, fingers spreading her labia and basking in the wet heat of her exposed pussy. She giggled out loud with pleasure. “How do you want your little girl?” He reclined his seat slightly. She moved as she was told: her well-rounded ass toward him, keeping her knees on her seat. She was unshaven and he black pussy hair seemed like an inviting soft bush for his refuge. He turned sideways and directed his throbbing cock into her. She gasped loudly upon penetration. Using his arms and legs to support his angle he pumped her slowly. “Oh God, yes, Daddy! Just like that! Make your little girl feel like a princess! Oooh yesss, you feel so good inside me!” “You feel fantastic! You are a princess, baby! I’m giving you the greatest pleasure I can. I’m giving you all of me in order to satisfy you, to make you feel like the most desirable, most wanted girl in the world.” With that he thrust harder & harder. “Wait, wait,” she interrupted, “let me turn around. I want to see you!” He withdrew from her and reclined, cock straight up in the air, smelling like her amorous pussy. She pulled one leg out of her pants and slid over on top of him: one foot on the driver’s seat and the other knee next to him. As she slid down over his cock he had the most stirring perception: he was the stalk of some dreamy erotic plant and she was the flower. My God, he thought, she felt so incredibly good around his erection. Nature was taking over and he just couldn’t get deep enough into her. She gasped for air and looked at him, giggling with pleasure. “Oh YES! That’s it! Now I can watch my strong, secure man explode inside of me!” And with that observation, Cassandra climaxed. It was like she went into overdrive. Her hips writhed wildly and she bounced up and down on his cock like a sledgehammer. Yet her face was happy, even elated in an innocent, almost childlike manner. Her energy was absolutely contagious! Fletch felt an overpowering burning inside his belly & balls as he watched Cassandra, this young woman, jerk animalistically with pleasure. He put his lips to her nipple and sucked hard as he shot every drop of his cum into her. He was lost in it. He forgot where he was, who he was; all he could feel was her hard nipple in his mouth and her hot, wet pussy milking him, soaking up squirting juices. They held each other tight for some time, exchanging feelings about how wonderful it was to make love with each other. At some point they put their clothing back together and found themselves staring at each other. “Thinking what I’m thinking?” Fletcher asked. “Your place or mine? Let’s go to mine, it’s close by.” Cassandra answered. They made love for the next few hours. She was unaccustomed to receiving oral sex, but found that she loved his knowledgeable tongue on her pussy. Cunnilingus, from such an experienced and dedicated tongue, was one of her new best friends. Somehow he was able to move inside her and around her, caressing and probing every erogenous zone she seemed to have. His sophisticated love making made her feel genuinely wanted and cared for. He loved her uninhibited energy: raw in it’s enjoyment of sex. It was completely contagious. He soaked up her erotic energy like a sponge and then let it all out again to please her. They made love in every position they could think of and anywhere they wished. She was willing to do everything with him. It was sexual breathing, he thought, sexual breathing spurred by fresh and honest erotic air, called Cassandra. And the paradox was that this new erotic breathing was so intense that it took his breath away. As he prepared to leave, both of them exhausted, they discussed meeting again over some coffee she had just brewed. It was the freshest coffee Fletcher had ever had!  |
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