Coffee Date

It was a lovely morning and I enjoyed the feeling of the sun on my back as I walked towards the coffee shop, the sensation calming my nerves a little. He had texted me the night before and asked me to meet him before work, and to make sure I was wearing a skirt and a silky pair of panties. I had barely slept with thoughts of what was to come running through my mind. He had a habit of running his hands up my thighs and teasing me in public places, and as I reached to push open the coffee shop door I felt my pussy dampen in anticipation. God, I was going to be dripping before he even laid a hand on me at this rate. I don't know quite what it is about him that gets me so effortlessly aroused, I've never been into older men before.

I walked in and looked around, I couldn't see him anywhere and I walked anxiously up to a high chair at the counter and sat down to wait. A waiter came and took my order, and then I forced myself to stare out of the window and breathe while I tapped my high heels against the metal legs of my stool. I had followed his instructions and I was wearing a white silk pair of high cut panties under my maroon pencil skirt. I'd added a sheer white blouse with a low cut front, giving a hint of cleavage. It was just bordering on too much for the office but I wanted, needed to please him. The waiter brought me my coffee and gave me an admiring look, I blushed a little and then gave a startled jump as I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Making friends without me?" he asked with a knowing smile, and my blush deepened. He grabbed the stool next to me, placed his order and then turned towards me and looked at me intently with his blue eyes. "You look beautiful" he said simply, and then laid one of his hands gently on my leg closest to him. Then his coffee arrived and we eased into our normal easy conversation, catching up on work, politics and other things going on in our respective lives. All the while, I felt the weight and warmth of his hand shift on me, and I couldn't help but rub my thighs against each other, to provide some relief to my increasing need. His smile told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

As we finished up our drinks, the look in his eyes changed to one of intensity and he leaned close to me and whispered that I was to go into one of the bathroom stalls, remove my panties, unbutton my blouse and wait for his knock. I hesitated, staring back at him with my mouth slightly open, my fear of being caught fighting with the instant wave of dampness flooding my panties. The thought crossed my mind that I should have brought a spare pair with me, I had a full day at the office ahead. Then he growled into my ear to go now and I jumped up to obey, my unusually quick movement drawing eyes to me from around the room and making the walk to the bathroom stalls feel much longer than it really was.

I entered and locked the stall door behind me, thankfully there was nobody else around for the moment. I quickly pulled my panties down my thighs from under my tight skirt, carefully stepping out of them with my slender stilletos, and held them in my lips while I unbuttoned my blouse so they wouldn't need to rest on anything. Just as I was finishing arranging myself, the knock came and I reached over to let him inside. He looked over me, and he seemed pleased by my sheer lacy bra which showed my nipples already standing to attention and the panties held in my mouth. He rubbed his hands gently over my breasts and pulled my bra down under them, so that they were pushed up by the fabric, then leaned over to suck and bite on them. Then using one hand, he gently and firmly pushed downwards on my head, indicating his desire for me to get on my knees. I complied, pulling my pencil skirt further up my body to allow me room to move, and stared upwards into his eyes. He unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down to his knees revealing his already semi hard cock and took the panties from my lips. I didn't need any further invitation, I was desperate to have him in my mouth. I sat up and licked along the head and then firmly along his generous length, feeling him harden further against my face. He groaned in pleasure, and I widened my lips around him and took him into my mouth, in and out, slowly deepening each time as I got used to him in my throat. I couldn't quite take all of him, and my eyes and mouth watered from the effort, running down my face. I had moved closer to him and found myself unable to resist pulling my skirt all the way up and rubbing my now sopping wet pussy against his shoe while I sucked on him, looking for friction on my needy clit.

He allowed me a few strokes and then he laughed and softly pushed me off of him, releasing his now fully erect penis from my mouth and denying me the leather I'd been covering in my juices. Seeing the disappointment on my face, he told me I was a good little slut but that I wouldn't be cumming this morning, he still had a task for me to fulfill. The name calling just made me want it more, and I let out a sigh as I sat back on my calves and stared up at him as he wrapped my panties around his hardness and started to stroke himself. It didn't take long, and he came hard right into the middle of them, filling them with his white cum which immediately started to leak through, combining with all the dampness I'd created earlier. He told me to stand up and he gently eased my panties back on to me, pulling them snugly against my lips so that his cum was right up against me, pushing inside of me. I was then instructed to clean him up like a good girl, and I got to work with my tongue - fervently lapping up every last drop that hadn't made it into the fabric snug against my crotch and savouring his taste while wondering if this was the task that was going to get me my denied orgasm.

It wasn't. When I was done with the cleaning, he helped me get redressed and then told me to wait until he was gone, let myself out, and go to work. I was not to take the panties off, nor to leave early, and when I got home at the end of the day I was to video call him so he could watch me rub myself through the cum soaked underwear, only then I could let go. With that he smiled at me and let himself out. I waited a few moments and then exited the stall, and tried to clean up my face and hair as much I could before facing the walk back through the store. Nothing I would be able to do about my very flushed cheeks, the combination of shame and arousal impossible to hide. I walked back through to the exit as quickly as I could on my high heels, and I couldn't help but feel like everyone in the room turned to look at me, wondering what they would think of me if they knew what I'd just done in the bathroom, what a good little slut I'd been.

It was a short walk to the office. I got into the empty lift and pressed the button for my floor, when one of my colleagues rushed up and got in just as the doors were about to close. He greeted me and I could see his eyes lingering on the swell of my breasts exposed by the deep cut of my shirt before he looked away and smirked to himself. I was suddenly aware that I could smell sex all over myself in the small space and it was impossible he couldn't smell it too. I lowered my eyes to avoid further eye contact and if it was possible to blush any more deeply, I would have.

It was going to be a long day, I had a jam packed calendar starting with a meeting with my boss. I could feel my pussy throbbing at the thought.