We met on that patio every morning for the past month or so. Both of us were regulars at the coffeehouse, and one day, I decided to join the “smoke on the patio” crew before going into work each morning. It was those few minutes each morning that he and I got to know each other, and became good friends.
“Wanna do something today?” he asked suddenly.
“Sure,” I answered. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Let’s go hang out somewhere other than the patio.” He said.
“I don’t know if I can imagine you being anywhere else. I was starting to think you were a fixture on the patio set there to entertain us.”
“Ha ha.” He said, obviously not finding it funny. I just laughed at him.
We sat there thinking, and then he said, “Let’s go back to my house real quick. I have to take my computer in to be fixed, so I might as well get that out of the way. You can park your car at my house, and we’ll do whatever from there.”
“Okay” I said, then we got up. I followed him to a cute little house on Birchwood Street, about 3 blocks away. Inside was nice. He had hardwood floors and decent furniture. From what I knew of him, I knew he lived alone. I had heard of “neat bachelors” before, but had never met one.
He disappeared into a room saying he’d be back in a minute. I heard him disconnecting cables from his computer, then heard a bump and “shit!” I went into the room to find him sitting on the floor rubbing the back of his head.
“You all right?” I asked.
“Yeah, just bumped my head.”
“Need help?”
“Nah, I’m done, but thanks.”
I looked around the room and saw it was a den with his desktop computer, his laptop, a printer, scanner, and bookshelves with books and software. I looked down and he was still on the floor rubbing his head. I knelt down next to him to rub his head for him.
“Thanks” he said.
“No problem.” I answered. Both of us sat there quiet while I rubbed his head. I don’t think I had ever been that close to him before. I never noticed how nice his cologne smelled. Absentmindedly, I went from rubbing his head to his neck and shoulders. He had closed his eyes and relaxed under my hands.
“You’re good at that.” He said, finally breaking the silence. I didn’t answer, I just kept massaging. Finally he pulled away and stayed sitting on the floor as he rolled up cables from under the desk, to get them out of the way. I reached for a couple to help him out.
My back was to him as we cleaned up the mess of wires and cables under his desk. Suddenly, without having heard him move, he was right behind me, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. He moved my long hair aside.
I froze, not in fear, but in surprise, wondering what he was going to do next. I don’t know if I was relieved or disappointed to hear him say, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo on your back.”
“I have a couple on my back.” I said.
“Do you mind? Can I see?” he asked.
“All of it?” I asked. “I’d have to take of my shirt.”
"I’ve seen a woman in her bra before, Angel. And anyway, it’s just your back.”
I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head. He stood up behind me and traced the ink lines softly with his finger. I shivered as I got the chills. “Sorry” he said quietly, very close to my ear..
He continued tracing the lines, all the way down my back, to the tattoo right above my skirt. I could feel his breath on my neck as he did this, and I found myself getting turned on by his touch. His finger stayed on my tattoo, then he moved his hand to my waist, feeling the curve of my hip, where it rested. His other hand went to my ribcage, right under my breast, and he gently pulled me towards him.
I could feel his body behind mine, and a hardness against my ass, pressing into it. His lips found my neck and shoulders, and he kissed me gently. It felt so good, and I leaned against him. Taking that as a sign that I didn’t mind, his hands moved from where they were, and up over my breasts. He massaged them, taking one in each hand and squeezing. His hands then moved back to unhook my bra, which he removed.
The cool air immediately hardened my nipples. He reached for them, rolling them between his fingers, and pinching them softly. He turned me around and continued to kiss my neck and cup my breasts. My hands were moving over his back and his ass, which was tight and muscular. I felt his chest and arms, which were tone the way I liked them. I moved forward so I could kiss his neck. He smelled so good.
He pulled away for just a second so he could take off his shirt. He looked at me and smiled, then proceeded to remove my skirt for me, but kept his pants on. I stood there naked except for my little black thong. He looked me up and down in approval, then took my hand and guided me to his desk where he had me sit.
He leaned down to suck on my nipples, each getting a turn. My panties were so wet at this point. He must have sensed this because his hands moved down and removed them while he sucked my nipples. He stood back to look at me again, obviously enjoying the sight of my naked body. Finally, he kissed me on the lips, and I could feel his tongue slip into my mouth. He wrapped his arms tight around me as we kissed. One hand moved down to my pussy, where he ran a finger up and down my wet slit before inserting first one finger, then another. I moaned as he starting moving his fingers in and out of me, and I could hear myself getting fucked by his hand.
I reached for his belt and undid his pants. I pulled his pants and boxers down and they fell in a pool at his feet. He kicked them off, still kissing me, still fucking me with his fingers. I pulled him closer, and wrapped my hand around his cock, which was already raging hard. It was average, about 6 ½ inches long, and thick. My hand just barely went around it.
“I want to taste you” I mumbled into his mouth. He pulled me from the desk and lay on the ground, where he had me straddle his face. I leaned down and licked all around the head of his penis, tasting the pre-cum. I wrapped my lips around the head and slowly worked it into my mouth until I could feel the head hit the back of my throat. He moaned as I deep throated his cock, and his hips thrust up in time with my bobbing head. At the same time, I could feel his tongue licking up and down my slit, and he nibbled on my clit as I grind my pussy into his face. He could tell from the urgency of my movements that I was about to cum, so he started concentrating solely on my clit.
I stopped sucking on him as I felt my orgasm shudder through my body in waves. When they stopped, he took me by the hips and moved me forward. He slipped out from under me and took my hand to stand me up. He guided me back to the desk where we were before. Once I sat down, he pulled my knees apart and stood between them, his cock an inch from my pussy. He leaned down and kissed me, and I could feel his head probing the entrance of my fuckhole. I moved my hips forward and he pushed all the way in with one thrust. His thickness stretched my pussy lips, and he slowly pumped in and out of me while we continued to kiss.
We stopped kissing and his hands moved under my ass so he could pull me to him as he pushed forward, getting himself into me as deep as he could. I moved with him, enjoying the feel of him inside me, fucking me hard. I could feel another orgasm building, and he began to fuck me harder and faster. I knew he was going to cum too. We held each other tighter and he started to moan the closer he got. Suddenly I could feel my second orgasm take over me, and my pussy muscles contracted around his cock. The feeling set him off, and I could feel him pulsing inside me as he let his load shoot inside me, and I could feel the warmth of his semen coat my insides.
When he was done, he held onto me tightly. I sat there with him inside me, wrapped in his arms. Finally he pulled away. He looked at me sweetly and kissed me lightly on the lips. He said, “Angel, you’re amazing,” and kissed me again.
We didn’t leave his house for another few hours.