tightening. The combination of him filling me inside—all the way, all the empty parts were full—and pressing my outside was just too much, and I lost it.
There's a reason why they call the thing a climax. It’s the highest or most intense point in the development of something. Well, that's what Google said. Ryan brought me to the highest and most intense point I had been in years. And he did it in a storage room in a coffee shop.
Amazing.
With a release I moaned, and again my brain was flooded with all of the good stuff. I couldn't think of anything but the intense pleasure wracking my body, exploding, making me feel wonder. My body buckled, and he moved his hands to hold my hips firmly, pulling them back towards him and supporting me fully. It was all I could do to keep my arms straight against the wall.
He increased the pace to an incredible speed, and I could tell that he was getting close, because his cock felt even thicker and fuller. He gasped a final sigh and said "Fuck, Amelia," and then collapsed into me, arms wrapped around me, holding me up and pressing me into the wall.
After a few moments, he pulled out, kissed my neck, pocketed the condom, and tucked himself back in, pulling his pants up, but not buttoning them yet. He grabbed my panties for me and straightened them, helping me to put one leg in and then another. Then he helped me straighten my skirt, and tucked in my blouse. He buckled his pants up and tucked in his shirt, looking at me intently.
I was overwhelmed. After more than a year of no orgasm and a sexual history of crap, this man could get me to orgasm in just a few minutes flat in this storage room. Um yeah, I’d like some more, please.
Even though he was bossy, he cared for me throughout. He cradled my head and my ass. He didn’t forget about my purse. He helped me get dressed. I didn't know what the rules were for sex in a coffee shop storage room with the manager, but I knew that I liked it.
I managed a heartfelt, "Can we do that again?"
He laughed. "Abso-fucking-lutely. Text me your address, and I'll be there Friday night."
"I can do that," I responded, smiling shyly.
After he smoothed my hair and I messed with his, he gave me another kiss, this one sweeter, less desperate, but not less intense. "You look gorgeous. I'll come at seven and bring dinner. We'll go slowly. We'll explore. I guarantee that it’ll be pleasurable."
"Okay," I agreed, and I reached up and kissed him again, his warm pouty lips on mine. After we stopped, he pulled back, smiled down at me, and then reached around and unlocked the supply room door.
Luckily no one was in the hall, so I didn't have to worry about how disheveled I looked. I hoped that no one had heard us.
He picked up the bathroom key attached to the serving spoon, deposited it on the counter, walked me all the way out of the store to my car, and then kissed me goodbye. I took off, noticing the sun along the water and singing along with the radio the whole way home.
Four Cosmos
IT ALL CAME CRASHING down on me that night, as I ordered my fourth cosmo with Marie.
I had felt a buzz, an energy, my entire drive back to Santa Barbara. I was happy, basking in the relaxation from my orgasm from Ryan, reveling in feeling something, anything, and excited about my date with him on Friday. The experience of getting up close and personal with the Sun God seriously rocked my world. Yummy yummy. Taking the rest of the day off of work cemented my good mood. It was like I had forgotten that I was ever depressed.
If you don't realize that's incredible, I'll tell you: that's incredible.
After going home, relaxing, and showering, I changed into dark jeans and a silky, dark purple camisole with a soft dark grey cashmere belted cardigan and stilettos. Then I took a taxi to meet Marie at the trendy watering hole on State Street that we frequented.
Already one sheet to the wind by the time I walked in, Marie greeted me with a squeal.
There's a reason why they call the thing a climax. It’s the highest or most intense point in the development of something. Well, that's what Google said. Ryan brought me to the highest and most intense point I had been in years. And he did it in a storage room in a coffee shop.
Amazing.
With a release I moaned, and again my brain was flooded with all of the good stuff. I couldn't think of anything but the intense pleasure wracking my body, exploding, making me feel wonder. My body buckled, and he moved his hands to hold my hips firmly, pulling them back towards him and supporting me fully. It was all I could do to keep my arms straight against the wall.
He increased the pace to an incredible speed, and I could tell that he was getting close, because his cock felt even thicker and fuller. He gasped a final sigh and said "Fuck, Amelia," and then collapsed into me, arms wrapped around me, holding me up and pressing me into the wall.
After a few moments, he pulled out, kissed my neck, pocketed the condom, and tucked himself back in, pulling his pants up, but not buttoning them yet. He grabbed my panties for me and straightened them, helping me to put one leg in and then another. Then he helped me straighten my skirt, and tucked in my blouse. He buckled his pants up and tucked in his shirt, looking at me intently.
I was overwhelmed. After more than a year of no orgasm and a sexual history of crap, this man could get me to orgasm in just a few minutes flat in this storage room. Um yeah, I’d like some more, please.
Even though he was bossy, he cared for me throughout. He cradled my head and my ass. He didn’t forget about my purse. He helped me get dressed. I didn't know what the rules were for sex in a coffee shop storage room with the manager, but I knew that I liked it.
I managed a heartfelt, "Can we do that again?"
He laughed. "Abso-fucking-lutely. Text me your address, and I'll be there Friday night."
"I can do that," I responded, smiling shyly.
After he smoothed my hair and I messed with his, he gave me another kiss, this one sweeter, less desperate, but not less intense. "You look gorgeous. I'll come at seven and bring dinner. We'll go slowly. We'll explore. I guarantee that it’ll be pleasurable."
"Okay," I agreed, and I reached up and kissed him again, his warm pouty lips on mine. After we stopped, he pulled back, smiled down at me, and then reached around and unlocked the supply room door.
Luckily no one was in the hall, so I didn't have to worry about how disheveled I looked. I hoped that no one had heard us.
He picked up the bathroom key attached to the serving spoon, deposited it on the counter, walked me all the way out of the store to my car, and then kissed me goodbye. I took off, noticing the sun along the water and singing along with the radio the whole way home.
Four Cosmos
IT ALL CAME CRASHING down on me that night, as I ordered my fourth cosmo with Marie.
I had felt a buzz, an energy, my entire drive back to Santa Barbara. I was happy, basking in the relaxation from my orgasm from Ryan, reveling in feeling something, anything, and excited about my date with him on Friday. The experience of getting up close and personal with the Sun God seriously rocked my world. Yummy yummy. Taking the rest of the day off of work cemented my good mood. It was like I had forgotten that I was ever depressed.
If you don't realize that's incredible, I'll tell you: that's incredible.
After going home, relaxing, and showering, I changed into dark jeans and a silky, dark purple camisole with a soft dark grey cashmere belted cardigan and stilettos. Then I took a taxi to meet Marie at the trendy watering hole on State Street that we frequented.
Already one sheet to the wind by the time I walked in, Marie greeted me with a squeal.
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