"If he licks that cup like that one more damn time, I am going to freaking faint." Shelly thought to herself.
The open space on the campus is the Campus Coffee house suddenly seemed tiny. Shelly had come to hear some poetry and explore the New Fine Arts programs with Kyrie, her best friend. Shelly was pretty, short, stacked, and by all outward appearances the shy one. None of that mattered to her, in the Coffee House.
The host announced the next poet but Shelly did not quite hear the name. She was lost in a daze. Sneaking side glances at a stocky batch of eye candy that was currently leaning up against a counter. His hand was wrapped around a cup of coffee that he sipped slowly. Every time that he did so, Shelly watched him softly suckling the sweet concoction. The poet on the floor cleared her throat, loudly.
Still, Shelly had not heard a word the woman said. She did notice that the man seemed to have the cutest little quirk. Each time that he took a drink, he ran his tongue around the edge of the cup a little,. afterwards. Shelly could not tell if he savored the taste of the fluid or if his mind was somewhere else. The lady finished her piece and Shelly was momentarily distracted by the a quick burst of applause from the audience.
"You should get up there Shelly, I have read your poetry. You could knock this shit out the park." Kyrie whispered.
"Mmm? Oh yeah she was pretty good." Shelly replied.
"That's not even what I said! Are you listening to me?"
"Uh huh, I'm ready to go when you are."
"I know that look on your face. You're having sex in your head again. Who's the lucky duck?
Shelly giggled and covered her mouth with her right hand. Her sultry laughter told her friend that she was guilty. She tried to keep her composer. Kyrie was taller with smoldering almond shaped eyes and huge breasts. Both were pretty women, however even Kyrie admitted that Shelly wore sex like a second skin.
Shelly had already begun to ignore her friend's rants and jests. She was watching herself walk up to him, in her head. Boldly take away the cup that he sipped from and whisper in his ear. ("Do you savor every thing that you taste?) She smirked at her imagined response to her naughty inquiry.
Just as suddenly, he hoisted her up on the counter in his strong grip. Taken back by his return of self-assurance, Shelly felt her pussy lips swell. Her breathes began ragged short bursts of warm air desperate to escape her lungs. He smiled when Shelly grabbed the back of her legs and hoisted her toes up to her ears.
"Come on, I got to get back to hubby and the kids." Kyrie sighed.
Shelly snapped out of her fantasy. She looked around the room. For a brief second in time, it had been just him and her. It was going to be her best hands off orgasm in months. Shelly decided that she was going to have him. It was fait accompli'.
"Yeah, let's get out of here, for now. I have a date with a pillow, alone again. It is too hot and I can barely breathe. It's getting late." Shelly said.
"Alright, let's roll," Kyrie agreed.
"Yes, it is getting late. Why did he have to be here?"
"Oh just talking to myself aloud"
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